Witness to the truth
I don't own Hey Arnold, yada yada yada. I think you get the point.
I know in the last chapter I promised you would find out what Helga saw but it just doesn't fit in with this chapter so it'll definitely be in the next chapter. Sorry. ::hangs head in shame::
Arnold glanced at his watch and groaned, he was late, again, it seemed that he was always late these days, he blamed it on day light savings.
'Damn farmers.' He muttered as he set off towards the main room at a run, when he reached the door he opened it with a bang, leaning on his knees, straightening up his emerald green eyes widened in surprise.
'Arnold!'
'Helga?' Captain Alice Malone looked at them in surprise,
'You two know each other?' She asked, Arnold nodded and Helga smiled weakly,
'We went to school together.' Arnold crossed the room still breathing heavily from the unscheduled run and held his hand out, Helga shook it a slight smile on her pale face.
'How are you doing? Well obviously not to good if you need our help. Why do you need our help? I have yet to be informed of the details.' Helga glanced at Captain Malone, who said briskly,
'I'm sure Helga will explain when you reach the safe haven. Now off you go, no time to spare.' Turning the Captain nodded to Jim and Mike and glancing at Arnold said,
'Don't let her out of your sight.' Walking off she went into her office and closed the door, sighing Arnold said as cheerfully as he could,
'Do you have everything you need Helga?' Shrugging Helga glanced at her suitcase,
'I don't know, Captain Malone went to my apartment and packed for me, I don't know if she got everything.' Smirking Mike said in a slow drawl,
'Looks like we are making a quick stop to Miss Pataki's apartment then, the Captain's idea of suitable may not be yours, plus I'm sure you have personal items you'll need, you know all your girlie things, make-up and books.' Glancing at Arnold Helga said uncertainly,
'Books are girlie?' Smirking Arnold said sarcastically,
'According to Mike, if it isn't beer and sports it isn't manly.' Laughing Helga picked up her suitcase, and they moved out of the room,
'It's a real blizzard out there. Are you sure we can drive in that weather?' Jim nodded,
'Sure, my car can drive through a typhoon.' Shrugging Helga said uncertainly,
'That's good, but can it drive through snow?' Laughing Arnold led the way down to the car park,
'You haven't changed much have you?' Grinning Helga said,
'Nope, only the big difference between now and school was my life wasn't in danger. But other than that no I haven't changed much.'
As they got into the car Helga peered nervously around her,
'It's really snowing out there, we wouldn't be able to see if anybody was following us.' Arnold shook his head,
'I'm sure nobody is following us.' Helga shrugged and sat back, resting her head on the back seat. Arnold watched her for a moment before enquiring,
'Where's your apartment?' She sighed and raised her head,
'Jim knows, I'm sure he does.' Jim grinned and nodded,
'I do as well, we'll be there in a minute.' Arnold shrugged and Helga said,
'So, Arnold, why the police force? I was sure you would become a doctor.'
'I got a bit tired of being so predictable, everybody I ever knew thought I would be a doctor like my dad or an archaeologist like my mum, I figured I'd do what I wanted to do and become a police officer. I'm now a detective so it means no uniform.' Smiling Helga looked out the window at the flurry of snow that blocked her vision; Mike's voice broke her thought pattern,
'Okay Helga we're here, Jim and me will stay in the car, you and Arnold go get your stuff.' Climbing out of the car Arnold checked around to make sure nobody was following them and signalled to Helga that it was safe to get out. Together they walked into the apartment building and Helga headed to the lift, Arnold grabbed her arm,
'No don't, we take the stairs, lifts are too dangerous.' Helga nodded then looked up the stairwell,
'I'm on the top floor.' Arnold managed to keep his face impassive although inside he was wishing he could use the lift.
'Never mind, we use the stairs.' Shrugging Helga started up the stairs, Arnold followed her with his hand on the hilt of his gun, and halfway up the stairs he was seriously regretting his decision to use them.
'Don't worry Arnoldo, it's not far now.' Helga said over her shoulder,
'Helga, did I ever tell you I hated being called Arnoldo?' Nodding Helga said dryly,
'Why did you think I called you it then?' Sighing Arnold pushed past Helga and opened the door onto the landing,
'End door,' Helga said as she pulled her keys out of her bag, unlocking the door she walked into the apartment and headed into her bedroom, while she was gone Arnold looked round the small but neat apartment. Photos of Phoebe and Helga together were framed and hanging on the walls. A degree from New York University hung over her fireplace and a computer stood in the corner.
'You have a nice apartment.' He called; Helga popped her head round the doorframe,
'It'll do for now.' Shrugging Arnold glanced at a letter on the table; he felt his blood run cold,
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They'll need your dental records,
To identify you." It was signed "Steel edge Joey"
Picking up the letter he slipped it into his pocket, Steel edge Joey was a little seen widely known member of Big Louie's Mafia group. In fact nobody knew what he looked like as he always wore a mask of President Clinton.
'Are you ready?' He asked, his nerves jangling, the longer they stayed in the apartment the more danger they were in.
'Yeah I'm....' Helga's voice trailed off and she let out a shrill scream a gun shot came from her bedroom and pulling his gun out Arnold ran into the bedroom, two Mafia cleaners had cornered Helga, one grabbed her and held a knife to her throat. Firing his gun at the man who held the gun Arnold killed him instantly,
'Give it up copper, she's history.' A thin weasely man said, he held the knife tighter to Helga's neck and a trickle of blood ran down the front of her jumper staining it red.
'Let her go or I'll shoot you.' Arnold said taking aim at the mans head,
'And risk hitting the girl, I don't think so.' The cleaner sneered, raising the gun higher Arnold moved forwards,
'At point blank range? I don't think so.' Pulling the trigger he fired a single shot at the mans head, Helga ran forwards and grabbed her bag,
'Come on Helga, let's get out of here.' Arnold ordered grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the room.
As they climbed back into the waiting car Jim glanced at the blood on Helga's jumper,
'Run into trouble?'
'Two cleaners, killed them both.' Mike looked sharply at Helga,
'In front of the lady?' Helga frowned,
'How else was he supposed to kill them? One of them was holding a knife to my throat, I could hardly wait in the next room.' Mike chuckled and Arnold stifled a laugh, Jim started the car and the engine roared to life, driving down the road as fast as they could he suddenly turned onto a road and stopped the car,
'Alright, this is something I have to do.' Leaning across Mike he opened the glove box and pulled three blindfolds out, handing two to Arnold he fastened the third around Mike's eyes.
'I'm sorry guys, but only I can know the location.' Arnold tied it round Helga's head and whispered,
'Don't worry, we can trust him, he's worked with us for twenty years, just relax and enjoy the ride, and remember I am right by your side.' Helga nodded and adjusted the blindfold so it was more comfortable, tying the blindfold around his own strange shaped head Arnold sat back and with his right hand checked to make sure his gun was loose, with his left he gripped Helga's hand and squeezed it.
'So Mike, Jim, tell me a bit about yourselves, got any family?' Jim grunted an affirmative,
'Wife and two kids love them more than life itself. Little Erica is the spitting image of her mother, she's eight years old, and Daniel is seven, the wife and I started our family late, but we've caught up now.' Mike laughed a deep laugh that sounded like the laugh of an opera singer; it was deep and booming,
'My wife and I got a divorce six years ago, I got a kid I never see but pay most of my wage to. You know what she divorced me for?' Without waiting for anybody to answer he continued,
'Neglect! I called it working as many hours as humanly possible to put food on the table and clothes on their backs, we lived in comfort, not senseless extravagance, but that wasn't enough for her, she wanted better than what we had. I wasn't good enough.' He finished bitterly, for a few minutes the occupants of the car sat in gloomy silence, finally Helga said softly,
'I'm sorry, my parents divorced when I was in high school, but that was because my dad was a cruel vindictive son of a bitch.' Arnold wasn't sure if she was smirking but he was sure she would be,
'He never got my name right, I was Olga right up until the bastard left, you know what he said to me when he left? You're going to take after your mum when you grow up, don't marry.' Laughing mirthlessly she sat in stony silence until Arnold said quietly,
'At least you had parents.' Helga squeezed his hand and said,
'Arnold I'm sorry, I guess tact never was my forte.'
'Man we are gloomy bastards aren't we? Excuse my French, well except Jim, he has the world on a string, and good luck to him, if I had a beer I'd raise it to him.' Jim laughed,
'Thanks Mike.'
The car pulled to a stop and a wave of snow hit the wall in front of it,
'Okay guys, remove the blindfolds.' Pulling his blindfold off Arnold blinked at the sudden light, it stung his eyes and rubbing them he looked at the house in front of him; it was detached with a double garage, window boxes filled with winter plants lined the front side of the house. Up one side of the house snow had piled several feet up the wall,
'Nice, all alone, in the mountains no one can hear you scream.' Helga said as she got out of the car, stretching she rubbed her back,
'Who's got the keys? I hope somebody has 'em I don't fancy another long drive to pick up the keys.' Jim felt in his pocket and pulled a key ring out, a silver key hung from it swinging like a pendulum. Unlocking the door he went back to the car and pulled the bags out, Arnold's was the largest and Helga raised an enquiring eyebrow in his direction,
'What do you think I only have one gun?' Shaking her head slightly Helga moved through the hall way into the large living room, at one end a log fire was stacked with wood waiting to be lit and a sofa and two chairs were positioned round it.
'The fridge and cupboards are fully stocked and there is a cupboard in the living room with board games and puzzles in it.' Jim said as he opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of beers, handing one to Mike he said to Helga and Arnold,
'You kids want a beer?' Arnold grinned and shook his head, Helga said reproachfully,
'Kid? I'm twenty-six.' Jim laughed,
'Helga, I'm forty-two, you're a kid.' Shrugging Helga looked into all the room,
'Er, did you guys know there is only two bedrooms?' Jim nodded,
'Sorry honey, but you and your new body guard gotta share a bedroom, same as me and Mike,' Mike groaned,
'You snore.' Jim pulled a loaf of bread out of a bread box and cut the end off, buttering it he added cold chicken, lettuce and tomatoes,
'I do not.' He said as he bit into it, Mike rolled his eyes and went into the living room, soon the sounds of a football match could be heard, Jim shook his head despairingly,
'It doesn't matter where we are, he always finds the T.V, I swear he has one hidden up his sleeve.' He said as he made three more sandwiches, Helga grinned and opened the fridge, it was well stocked with beer, wine, fruit juice and soda's grabbing a soda she passed one to Arnold who said,
'How the heck did you know I was going to have a soda?' Helga looked at him reproachfully,
'We went to school together for fifthteen or so years, I had lunch with you, Gerald and Phoebe everyday for two years until... we didn't have lunch together again.' Finishing her sentence abruptly she stared at the wall, as if memorising the patterns on the wallpaper. Jim frowned and said curiously,
'Why did you stop having lunch together?' Helga's eyes filled with tears and Arnold said in a choked voice,
'We were at a party, somebody had spiked the punch so we were as pissed as weasels. Of course we didn't realise how bad we were and 'cos Helga and me only lived a few blocks away from where the party was we walked home, Gerald and Phoebe lived further away so they drived, they shouldn't have it was stupid. Anyway as far as we know Gerald lost control of the car and they smashed into a wall.' Jim winced in sympathy,
'I'm sorry, it must be tough losing such close friends.' He said awkwardly, Helga sobbed and beat her hands against the wall,
'They didn't die, they both lived, if you can call it living, they're both brain dead, they don't know who me and Arnold are, they don't even recognise their own parents. They live in a nursing home for the elderly and disabled, they are twenty-six, it isn't fair. Phoebe was the smartest girl in the school, she got excepted into Harvard for fuck's sake, she could have been anything, and instead she sits in a chair unable to do anything on her own.' Arnold slipped an arm around her shoulder and she leant against him sobbing,
'I visit them once a month, but I haven't seen Arnold there, I knew he would go though, I just never saw him go.' Arnold nodded,
'The first of the month, I tell Gerald all the news, in the vain hope one day he'll say to me, "Hey man, wanna go play baseball?" I visit Phoebe and just read her books.' Arnold sighed and passed Helga a tissue from the counter, she wiped her eyes and said with a sad smile,
'I haven't cried like that in years, I feel better for it though.' Arnold smiled and massaged his temples with the heel of his hands,
'I do to Helga, I do to.'
Okay that's the end of that chapter, now if people are still reading and haven't gone off in high dudgeon because they don't want Gerald and Phoebe in anyway injured I just have to say sorry. I just got the idea but couldn't bring myself to kill them, what can I say I'm a sentimentalist. Okay now you've wiped the tears away review please.
Also, if anybody recognised the little poem I got it from the movie Valentine, staring the ever yummy David Boreanaz.
I don't own Hey Arnold, yada yada yada. I think you get the point.
I know in the last chapter I promised you would find out what Helga saw but it just doesn't fit in with this chapter so it'll definitely be in the next chapter. Sorry. ::hangs head in shame::
Arnold glanced at his watch and groaned, he was late, again, it seemed that he was always late these days, he blamed it on day light savings.
'Damn farmers.' He muttered as he set off towards the main room at a run, when he reached the door he opened it with a bang, leaning on his knees, straightening up his emerald green eyes widened in surprise.
'Arnold!'
'Helga?' Captain Alice Malone looked at them in surprise,
'You two know each other?' She asked, Arnold nodded and Helga smiled weakly,
'We went to school together.' Arnold crossed the room still breathing heavily from the unscheduled run and held his hand out, Helga shook it a slight smile on her pale face.
'How are you doing? Well obviously not to good if you need our help. Why do you need our help? I have yet to be informed of the details.' Helga glanced at Captain Malone, who said briskly,
'I'm sure Helga will explain when you reach the safe haven. Now off you go, no time to spare.' Turning the Captain nodded to Jim and Mike and glancing at Arnold said,
'Don't let her out of your sight.' Walking off she went into her office and closed the door, sighing Arnold said as cheerfully as he could,
'Do you have everything you need Helga?' Shrugging Helga glanced at her suitcase,
'I don't know, Captain Malone went to my apartment and packed for me, I don't know if she got everything.' Smirking Mike said in a slow drawl,
'Looks like we are making a quick stop to Miss Pataki's apartment then, the Captain's idea of suitable may not be yours, plus I'm sure you have personal items you'll need, you know all your girlie things, make-up and books.' Glancing at Arnold Helga said uncertainly,
'Books are girlie?' Smirking Arnold said sarcastically,
'According to Mike, if it isn't beer and sports it isn't manly.' Laughing Helga picked up her suitcase, and they moved out of the room,
'It's a real blizzard out there. Are you sure we can drive in that weather?' Jim nodded,
'Sure, my car can drive through a typhoon.' Shrugging Helga said uncertainly,
'That's good, but can it drive through snow?' Laughing Arnold led the way down to the car park,
'You haven't changed much have you?' Grinning Helga said,
'Nope, only the big difference between now and school was my life wasn't in danger. But other than that no I haven't changed much.'
As they got into the car Helga peered nervously around her,
'It's really snowing out there, we wouldn't be able to see if anybody was following us.' Arnold shook his head,
'I'm sure nobody is following us.' Helga shrugged and sat back, resting her head on the back seat. Arnold watched her for a moment before enquiring,
'Where's your apartment?' She sighed and raised her head,
'Jim knows, I'm sure he does.' Jim grinned and nodded,
'I do as well, we'll be there in a minute.' Arnold shrugged and Helga said,
'So, Arnold, why the police force? I was sure you would become a doctor.'
'I got a bit tired of being so predictable, everybody I ever knew thought I would be a doctor like my dad or an archaeologist like my mum, I figured I'd do what I wanted to do and become a police officer. I'm now a detective so it means no uniform.' Smiling Helga looked out the window at the flurry of snow that blocked her vision; Mike's voice broke her thought pattern,
'Okay Helga we're here, Jim and me will stay in the car, you and Arnold go get your stuff.' Climbing out of the car Arnold checked around to make sure nobody was following them and signalled to Helga that it was safe to get out. Together they walked into the apartment building and Helga headed to the lift, Arnold grabbed her arm,
'No don't, we take the stairs, lifts are too dangerous.' Helga nodded then looked up the stairwell,
'I'm on the top floor.' Arnold managed to keep his face impassive although inside he was wishing he could use the lift.
'Never mind, we use the stairs.' Shrugging Helga started up the stairs, Arnold followed her with his hand on the hilt of his gun, and halfway up the stairs he was seriously regretting his decision to use them.
'Don't worry Arnoldo, it's not far now.' Helga said over her shoulder,
'Helga, did I ever tell you I hated being called Arnoldo?' Nodding Helga said dryly,
'Why did you think I called you it then?' Sighing Arnold pushed past Helga and opened the door onto the landing,
'End door,' Helga said as she pulled her keys out of her bag, unlocking the door she walked into the apartment and headed into her bedroom, while she was gone Arnold looked round the small but neat apartment. Photos of Phoebe and Helga together were framed and hanging on the walls. A degree from New York University hung over her fireplace and a computer stood in the corner.
'You have a nice apartment.' He called; Helga popped her head round the doorframe,
'It'll do for now.' Shrugging Arnold glanced at a letter on the table; he felt his blood run cold,
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They'll need your dental records,
To identify you." It was signed "Steel edge Joey"
Picking up the letter he slipped it into his pocket, Steel edge Joey was a little seen widely known member of Big Louie's Mafia group. In fact nobody knew what he looked like as he always wore a mask of President Clinton.
'Are you ready?' He asked, his nerves jangling, the longer they stayed in the apartment the more danger they were in.
'Yeah I'm....' Helga's voice trailed off and she let out a shrill scream a gun shot came from her bedroom and pulling his gun out Arnold ran into the bedroom, two Mafia cleaners had cornered Helga, one grabbed her and held a knife to her throat. Firing his gun at the man who held the gun Arnold killed him instantly,
'Give it up copper, she's history.' A thin weasely man said, he held the knife tighter to Helga's neck and a trickle of blood ran down the front of her jumper staining it red.
'Let her go or I'll shoot you.' Arnold said taking aim at the mans head,
'And risk hitting the girl, I don't think so.' The cleaner sneered, raising the gun higher Arnold moved forwards,
'At point blank range? I don't think so.' Pulling the trigger he fired a single shot at the mans head, Helga ran forwards and grabbed her bag,
'Come on Helga, let's get out of here.' Arnold ordered grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the room.
As they climbed back into the waiting car Jim glanced at the blood on Helga's jumper,
'Run into trouble?'
'Two cleaners, killed them both.' Mike looked sharply at Helga,
'In front of the lady?' Helga frowned,
'How else was he supposed to kill them? One of them was holding a knife to my throat, I could hardly wait in the next room.' Mike chuckled and Arnold stifled a laugh, Jim started the car and the engine roared to life, driving down the road as fast as they could he suddenly turned onto a road and stopped the car,
'Alright, this is something I have to do.' Leaning across Mike he opened the glove box and pulled three blindfolds out, handing two to Arnold he fastened the third around Mike's eyes.
'I'm sorry guys, but only I can know the location.' Arnold tied it round Helga's head and whispered,
'Don't worry, we can trust him, he's worked with us for twenty years, just relax and enjoy the ride, and remember I am right by your side.' Helga nodded and adjusted the blindfold so it was more comfortable, tying the blindfold around his own strange shaped head Arnold sat back and with his right hand checked to make sure his gun was loose, with his left he gripped Helga's hand and squeezed it.
'So Mike, Jim, tell me a bit about yourselves, got any family?' Jim grunted an affirmative,
'Wife and two kids love them more than life itself. Little Erica is the spitting image of her mother, she's eight years old, and Daniel is seven, the wife and I started our family late, but we've caught up now.' Mike laughed a deep laugh that sounded like the laugh of an opera singer; it was deep and booming,
'My wife and I got a divorce six years ago, I got a kid I never see but pay most of my wage to. You know what she divorced me for?' Without waiting for anybody to answer he continued,
'Neglect! I called it working as many hours as humanly possible to put food on the table and clothes on their backs, we lived in comfort, not senseless extravagance, but that wasn't enough for her, she wanted better than what we had. I wasn't good enough.' He finished bitterly, for a few minutes the occupants of the car sat in gloomy silence, finally Helga said softly,
'I'm sorry, my parents divorced when I was in high school, but that was because my dad was a cruel vindictive son of a bitch.' Arnold wasn't sure if she was smirking but he was sure she would be,
'He never got my name right, I was Olga right up until the bastard left, you know what he said to me when he left? You're going to take after your mum when you grow up, don't marry.' Laughing mirthlessly she sat in stony silence until Arnold said quietly,
'At least you had parents.' Helga squeezed his hand and said,
'Arnold I'm sorry, I guess tact never was my forte.'
'Man we are gloomy bastards aren't we? Excuse my French, well except Jim, he has the world on a string, and good luck to him, if I had a beer I'd raise it to him.' Jim laughed,
'Thanks Mike.'
The car pulled to a stop and a wave of snow hit the wall in front of it,
'Okay guys, remove the blindfolds.' Pulling his blindfold off Arnold blinked at the sudden light, it stung his eyes and rubbing them he looked at the house in front of him; it was detached with a double garage, window boxes filled with winter plants lined the front side of the house. Up one side of the house snow had piled several feet up the wall,
'Nice, all alone, in the mountains no one can hear you scream.' Helga said as she got out of the car, stretching she rubbed her back,
'Who's got the keys? I hope somebody has 'em I don't fancy another long drive to pick up the keys.' Jim felt in his pocket and pulled a key ring out, a silver key hung from it swinging like a pendulum. Unlocking the door he went back to the car and pulled the bags out, Arnold's was the largest and Helga raised an enquiring eyebrow in his direction,
'What do you think I only have one gun?' Shaking her head slightly Helga moved through the hall way into the large living room, at one end a log fire was stacked with wood waiting to be lit and a sofa and two chairs were positioned round it.
'The fridge and cupboards are fully stocked and there is a cupboard in the living room with board games and puzzles in it.' Jim said as he opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of beers, handing one to Mike he said to Helga and Arnold,
'You kids want a beer?' Arnold grinned and shook his head, Helga said reproachfully,
'Kid? I'm twenty-six.' Jim laughed,
'Helga, I'm forty-two, you're a kid.' Shrugging Helga looked into all the room,
'Er, did you guys know there is only two bedrooms?' Jim nodded,
'Sorry honey, but you and your new body guard gotta share a bedroom, same as me and Mike,' Mike groaned,
'You snore.' Jim pulled a loaf of bread out of a bread box and cut the end off, buttering it he added cold chicken, lettuce and tomatoes,
'I do not.' He said as he bit into it, Mike rolled his eyes and went into the living room, soon the sounds of a football match could be heard, Jim shook his head despairingly,
'It doesn't matter where we are, he always finds the T.V, I swear he has one hidden up his sleeve.' He said as he made three more sandwiches, Helga grinned and opened the fridge, it was well stocked with beer, wine, fruit juice and soda's grabbing a soda she passed one to Arnold who said,
'How the heck did you know I was going to have a soda?' Helga looked at him reproachfully,
'We went to school together for fifthteen or so years, I had lunch with you, Gerald and Phoebe everyday for two years until... we didn't have lunch together again.' Finishing her sentence abruptly she stared at the wall, as if memorising the patterns on the wallpaper. Jim frowned and said curiously,
'Why did you stop having lunch together?' Helga's eyes filled with tears and Arnold said in a choked voice,
'We were at a party, somebody had spiked the punch so we were as pissed as weasels. Of course we didn't realise how bad we were and 'cos Helga and me only lived a few blocks away from where the party was we walked home, Gerald and Phoebe lived further away so they drived, they shouldn't have it was stupid. Anyway as far as we know Gerald lost control of the car and they smashed into a wall.' Jim winced in sympathy,
'I'm sorry, it must be tough losing such close friends.' He said awkwardly, Helga sobbed and beat her hands against the wall,
'They didn't die, they both lived, if you can call it living, they're both brain dead, they don't know who me and Arnold are, they don't even recognise their own parents. They live in a nursing home for the elderly and disabled, they are twenty-six, it isn't fair. Phoebe was the smartest girl in the school, she got excepted into Harvard for fuck's sake, she could have been anything, and instead she sits in a chair unable to do anything on her own.' Arnold slipped an arm around her shoulder and she leant against him sobbing,
'I visit them once a month, but I haven't seen Arnold there, I knew he would go though, I just never saw him go.' Arnold nodded,
'The first of the month, I tell Gerald all the news, in the vain hope one day he'll say to me, "Hey man, wanna go play baseball?" I visit Phoebe and just read her books.' Arnold sighed and passed Helga a tissue from the counter, she wiped her eyes and said with a sad smile,
'I haven't cried like that in years, I feel better for it though.' Arnold smiled and massaged his temples with the heel of his hands,
'I do to Helga, I do to.'
Okay that's the end of that chapter, now if people are still reading and haven't gone off in high dudgeon because they don't want Gerald and Phoebe in anyway injured I just have to say sorry. I just got the idea but couldn't bring myself to kill them, what can I say I'm a sentimentalist. Okay now you've wiped the tears away review please.
Also, if anybody recognised the little poem I got it from the movie Valentine, staring the ever yummy David Boreanaz.