A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, especially Vikki Kelly and af881. Just so you know, part of this chapter is in the movie the other part is what happens when the movie cuts off at the end of the scene. Enjoy, and please review! Thanks.

The next day Helena decided to call the bank to check the money in her account. As she talked she made lemonade. This was part of her plan for securing safety. She knew two men in a van parked outside her house were watching her. She knew they had planted cameras and bugs all over to watch her. It was because they suspected her of knowing about what Carl had done. Maybe they even thought she was part of it somehow.

" Account number 820143020912431. Cash advance. How much can I get?" she asked while pouring lemonade.

"There's $15,000 in your account right now, ma'am."

" That's it?" Helena couldn't believe it. She knew she had a lot more money than that in her account and now most of it was gone?

"Thank you," Helena said as she hung up. She grabbed the two glasses of lemonade she had poured. Making sure that David was asleep in the living room, she walked outside toward the van with the glasses. She knew the two men inside saw her coming, so she waited for them to open the door.

" Yes?" The man in open shirt and tank top said.

" Would you like some lemonade? I was just making some," she asked, handing him the glasses. He handed one to the other man who took it cautiously.

"You want some lemonade?" He inquired.

" Sure."

Helena looked at the man in the tank top again.

" I know this is a difficult situation and you're doing your jobs, I don't wish you guys any ill will or anything like that, but I have a favor to ask you." She spoke solemnly.

" You're askin' us for a favor?" The man in the back asked. She nodded.

" A man threatened my child. These charges have created so much attention they seem to be bringing out all the nut jobs out of the nut jar, you know? Would you keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary?"

" Sure."

" Yeah, of course we will."

"I'd really appreciate it."

" Thanks." She turned to go.

" Thank you for the lemonade." Helena smiled.

"You're welcome." She turned and left. As she was walking back, she saw one of her neighbors looking through their glass window. "Why can't they just leave me alone?" she thought.

That night Helena sat up in bed thinking about the events of the past couple of weeks. She was thinking about when an hour before Carl was arrested, he had rested his head on her stomach, listening to the baby kick. That was her last happy memory with Carl before the DEA came and arrested him. She remembered the police storming into her house, searching through all the rooms, grabbing Carl and hand-cuffing him. She saw herself run out of the house after him, screaming his name. She remembered when Arnie came to comfort her.

Then she started to think about when she saw Carl in prison. She remembered a certain part of their conversation that hadn't made much sense before. The more she thought about what Carl said, the more it made sense.

" Listen to me, I built our house," Carl had told her. "I'm not going to lose it. My business, that would take a lot of private study."

Helena sat up, private study?

Carl had said something else that was starting to make sense.

" I suggest you look into the Cornell."

" The painting?" she had asked. It hit her now, what Carl had been telling her.

" Into selling it, if you can stomach it. You should look into it."

It had been so obvious, how did she not see it? The Cornell was in Carl's private study, he wanted her to look into it. Helena grabbed her robe and walked into the hall. David's door was open and as she passed his room she closed it. She walked slowly down the dark hallway towards the private study. Helena opened to door and walked cautiously into the room. She saw the painting hanging there, waiting. She took the painting off the wall and sat at the desk.

As she turned the painting over, she noticed there was a thin sheet of paper glued to the back. She grabbed a letter opener and cut through the back. Her delicate hands ran the edges of the painting until she found what she was looking for. There was an envelope there. She opened and found what looked like film negatives inside and an access card, but to what she didn't know. Helena held one of the film negatives up to the light.

' Frankie Flowers' was the name printed on there. There were account numbers and passwords. She could use this information to sell something, but what she was supposed to sell was beyond her. She was overjoyed with the thought that she could get her old life back.

Suddenly she remembered the bugs. She would have to hide this information. Helena put everything back into the envelope and walked into David's room. As quietly as she could she opened his closet door and placed the envelope inside a box where she kept David's baby pictures and his baby book.

David stirred in his sleep, and opened his eyes slightly.

" Mommy?"

Helena walked over to him.

" Shh. It's alright, darling. Go back to sleep." David held her hand and turned towards her. He fell asleep holding his mother's hand. Helena let silent tears fall from her eyes.

" Everything's going to be alright, I promise. I won't let anyone harm you," she whispered, sliding her hand out of his. She kissed his forehead and went to her own bed.

I know I'm kind of leaving you guys hanging on this one. Sorry, I had to cut it off somewhere. Please review. Beta-ed by af881.