Guardian Angel 4: Mary

(A/N: My friend was baptised over the weekend. It was great. I'm not religious myself but it was so great to watch. I even cried. It was very emotional. Congratulations Genie! Soon to be Sister!!! I don't think I could ever devote myself to God. I guess it would be kinda good. I mean if he got drunk he wouldn't wake you up as he walked through the glass doors like my dad for example. Mum left him to sleep there! Don't worry he didn't bleed to death)

"Gerald!" he spun around to see Phoebe coming towards him. He smiled as she hugged him around the chest. She only came to his shoulders.

"Hey"

"I was talking to Olga and the police have put Helga's disappearance down to a homicide" she told him. Gerald froze. The blood in his veins freezing.

"Murder?" he asked to be sure he heard. Phoebe nodded. "Wow" he said. He thought about what Arnold had said the night before. "Why?"

Why what?"

"Why have they put it down to homicide?"

"They found an article of her clothing with blood on it. Her blood. They don't think she's still alive" she told him

"Bob and Miriam must be taking this hard," Gerald said. He felt so guilty...

"Miriam had to be drugged. She's absolutly hysterical. Bob's just throwing himself into his work..." Phoebe's voice trailed off as tears welled in her eyes. Gerald decided to tell her. He had to get it off his concience. Since he couldn't apologize to Helga he would try her best friend...

"I think you should try to remember a bit more of your death" Arnold said.

"Are you kidding? I've tried. Anyway why would I want to remember being killed huh?"

"She could try to remember till the saints come in. She wont unless something provokes her memories" they heard a voice say behind them. Helga turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Don't trouble trouble till trouble trouble's you Arnold" the woman said.

"Who are you?" he asked. The woman looked at Helga who had the same expression.

"Depends on your religious prefeerence. Most know me as Mary. But that's got nothing to do with this"

"So is there really a heaven and a hell?" Arnold asked.

"Not set. Heaven is what you make it as is hell. Now - "

"So there is no such thing as one hell and one heaven or one - "

"You will find out when you pass on. Now please listen to me. Helga is here to keep an eye on you. Leave the discovery of her death to the police." She said softly. Helga admired this woman's control. If it had been her she would have yelled "SHUT-UP!" as loud as possible.

"I cant" Arnold said. He looked at Helga who was looking at the woman with envy in her face. What could she possibly be envying this woman for? 'Her self-control' Helga's voice said in his mind. He looked at her shocked. So did Mary.

"You have learned this already?" she asked shocked. "It usually takes longer than a day. Sometimes years"

"We had it pretty much down to a tee while I was alive" Helga told her.

"I have spoken with Him. Because you were unfairly taken you will have a choice. Life or death. However first you have to get Arnold through a turbulent time which is soon to come" she looked Helga straight in the eye.

"I understand" she whispered bowing her head. Mary looked at Arnold. He hesitated for a moment.

"Okay" he said at last and hung his head in defeat.

Then came the phone call . . . . . . . .