(NOTE: footballhead_attacks is my brothers nick online. He's such an idiot. I hate him!! He went to see the movie with me and he kept throwing popcorn at me then he dumped his drink on me cause I called him stupid. He's mean ;'(...)

"So have you found anything?" Helga asked anxciously, looking over Arnold's shoulder.

"Not even a missing pers – wait here. 'Missing: Helga Pataki, 16, blonde, blue eyes, blah blah blah" he murmered. "Well no-one knows your dead yet" he told her. He looked at her and saw a tear go down her cheek. The glow araound her was getting a little brighter but fainter at the same time. He looked away without mentioning the tear.

"No they wouldn't. He didn't want me to be found" Helga said.

"He?" Arnold asked. Helga nodded.

"I thiink it was my boyfriend. I remember fighting with him about something. I cant remember what though" she explained frowning. Arnold sighed and looked at the screen. He clicked off the site and went to his inbox. There was message from Gerald.

Hey man,

You wont believe whats going on. Helga went missing about a week ago. I think she probably just took off. I mean with her parents wouldn't u??? Neway I just thought I'd fill you in on that. Phoebe's a little upset. I'll keep you posted man

Later

G

Arnold typed back that he already knew. DING! He looked down to the right hand corner and saw Gerald had just signed in.

Footballhead_attacks: Gerald I knew already.

Good_hair: Hey man. How'd u know?

Footballhead_attacks: Dream

"A dream?" Helga asked.

"What should I tell him your standing next to me now?" he asked. Helga shrugged.

"Should. Just to see what his response is" she told him.

Good_hair: You had a dream about Helga going missing?

Footballhead_attacks: No. I had a dream she was murdered...

Both Arnold and Helga waited for his response. After two minutes they got it.

Good_hair: What do you mean you had a dream she was murdered? She ran away. Simple. No one would have killed her. I mean why would they?

Footballhead_attacks: Um because they don't like her?

"What's his deal?" Arnold asked.

"Is it me or is he putting up alot of protesting?" Helga asked. Arnold looked at her.

"What do you mean?" he asked her. She shrugged and went back to reading the screen.

Good_hair: So what happened in this dream?

Footballhead_attacks: I don't quite know but a knife was involved and I could litrally feel her fear and pain man. It was scary...

"Wow! I never knew you were a psychic" Helga murmmured in his ear. Arnold shivered. She felt so cold...

After another long silence from Gerald...

Good_hair: man I gotta go. Helga ran away Arnold. I don't think she was murdered. Ur trippin...

Gerald logged off

Gerald sat looking at his computer. Why was Arnold adament that Helga had been murdered? Why couldn't he just accept the same excuse almost everyone else had? Helga ran away. He kept telling himself that as he logged into his other account...

"He knows something" Helga accused. Arnold turned to look at her. "Well he does. Why is he trying to convince you I'm alive? Huh? Tell me that" she said.

"Maybe he's just hoping you'r still alive and – no your right. Something was wrong with that conversation" he sighed.

"Who knows? Maybe he did it," she said. Arnold shook his head. He had a hard enough time believing Gerald would keep something from him, let alone kill someone.

"I don't think he killed you Helga" he said with a small smile.

"Why not? He doesnt like me, and it was worse after he started seeing Phoebe. He even accused me of making Phoebe dump him. Can you believe that? I made Phoebe dump him" she fell down on his bed.

Arnold sighed. "No, I don't think it was him" he was quite a moment. "But I think you might be right in him knowing something..."

(A/N: Thank you to those who reveiwed the fanfic! My bro read it and said it sucked. I showed him your reveiws. He still said it sucked but I will trust your judgement, not his. Brother stink!!! Well mine does anyway ;)...)