He sat staring out the window of his bedroom. He was grounded. Sneaking out after curfew is a federal offence in his aunts house. He picked up his book to read it when an image of a teenage girl with blonde hair flashed through his mind...along with great fear. He ignored it and went back to his book. * * * * * * * * * * * * White. Everywhere was white. Nothing else. Where was she? What had happened to her. She couldn't remember anything. Was she in a hospital? No, she decided looking around. She wasn't. so where was she? "Helga?" an astonished voice yelled. She looked and saw him. Arnold. Sitting on a window seat staring at her. "What? Arnold? Where am i?" she asked. "You're in my room. How did you get here?" he asked reaching out to grab her arm. He passed right through her. They both looked at her arm. "Oh god I am!" she wailed and slumped to the floor. "You are what?" Arnold asked. "Dead" * * * * * * * * * * * * "So how did you-" "Arnold dinner!" his aunt cried. He shivered. Great. He never had much of an appitite. Looking at Arnie all the time didn't help. He hated where he was. "Um, man what am I supposed to do with you?" he asked. "Nothing. You go, don't worry about me" Helga mumbled sniffling. She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself and crying. Arnold went to have dinner. Helga stayed where she was but wiped her tears away. How had she died? She couldn't remember. And why did she end up here? "Helga?" she heard. A woman was standing there. "You know better than to talk to strangers" "He wasn't a stranger was he?" she asked "did you know him?" "No but Bob did" "Do you remember how it happened?" the woman asked. Helga shook her head. "Maybe that's for the better than" she mumbled. "Why am I here?" "Your that boys guardian angel Helga. Don't fall in love with him this time. We cant erase your memory like last time. You have no physical body. Oh what a mess, a mess an awful awful mess" the woman said then disappeared. Helga wiped the last of her tears away and decided to look around the room since she was obviously going to be there a while. She picked up a book. How come rnold cat touch me but I can pick things up? She wondered. She opened it and started reading. * * * * * * * * * * * * Arnold thought he had dreamed the whole thing but when he walked into his room there she was. She looked radiant and soft. Weird, considering some of his memories of her. "Helga?" he asked. She looked up and smiled a weak smile at him "Hey football head" she whispered. She put the book she was reading down and glided, yes, glided over to him. "I'm your guardian angel apparently" she told him head down. "So are you dead?" he asked. Helga looked at him and nodded. "I don't remember how exactly" she explained before he could ask. "Maybe you were sick" he suggested picking up his poket knife and opening the blade so he could cut yet another Arnie head out of a class photograph. Helga saw the blade and freaked. She went all pale and knocked it out of his hand. "Don't ever flash one of those around me again!" she yelled. He looked at the knife then looked at her. "Or maybe you were murdered"