"Here you go," Willard said as he carried Zelda into his bedroom and tucked the covers snuggly around her. He was definately glad now that he had cleaned his room and changed the sheets the day before Zelda's "death." Ever since then, he had been too depressed to do anything but sit on the couch in tears so his room was nice and neat for Zelda. The room was rather plain with brown pine furniture and a thick plaid comforter covering the bed. The only interesting things were the photos: several of Harmonia in her older disguise, several more of two young girls and a large photo of Zelda in a silver frame on the bedside table.

"Here you go," Harmonia said as she came in carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of soap on it. "Nice hot chicken soup. This should make you feel a whole lot better."

"Thank you," Zelda murmered as Willard settled her back against the pillows. Then he pulled a chair over to her side, took the tray and started to spoon the soup into her.

"Willard, I can feed myself," she said as she started to shiver more violently as the hot soup hit her stomach.

"Not with how hard you're shaking," Willard said as he gently kissed her forehead before starting to feed her again. "You just relax and let me take care of you."

A little bit later Willard had finished feeding Zelda the soup. She laid back as Willard pulled the covers up around her and started to fuss over her. She felt much warmer now but she was so sleepy. As her eyes started to slip shut, she suddenly remembered Hilda and Sabrina. She doubted that they knew where she was and they would be so worried about her.

"Hilda?" Zelda murmered.

"Don't you worry, I'll call your sister for you. Just rest. I love you, Zelda," Willard whispered as he kissed Zelda's forehead as she drifted off to sleep.

"Willard, why don't you stay with her?" Harmonia said with a smile as her grandson took Zelda's hand. "I'll go and call her sister."