Tuesday, February 6th 5:30 AM

Her eyes where heavy as the light started to come back. A confusing set of images danced in her head. Helga started to stir. She slowly became aware of herself and the pain she was feeling. She tried in vain to open her eyes. The glare from the window causing her eyes to shut tight. She started to rock her head back and forth. She attempted to flutter her eyes open once more. She saw a tapestry of white above her. "I don't think I'm home," she thought to herself. She began shift her body. A sharp pain traveled up her spine. "Ow," she said. Her eyes finally open she looked around her. A young man in hospital scrubs, short with brown hair was standing above her looking at a clipboard. He noticed her eyes starting to open.

"Well hello there. Glad to see you're waking up," his voice was soft and compassionate. It reminded her of a certain empathetic blond boy she had grown fond of.

"Hi…" she responded, confused. "Where am I?" Helga asked trying not to move and feel the pain her back.

"I'll gladly answer that if you answer some of my questions. Sound good?" the man asked. Helga nodded her head. "You're in the hospital. You were brought in yesterday, unconscious. My name is Will, I'm your doctor. Now can you tell me what your full name is?" the doctor asked.

"Jerome Silberman. It's 1971, and I'm supposed to be on set filming," Helga said in rolling her eyes. She tried again to sit herself up. A shooting pain ran through her back causing her to wince and glare at her doctor.

"It is important I get your real name," Will smiled sweetly and expectantly at her.

"Helga Pataki," Helga said holding back an insult. "Freakin smiling quack," Helga thought to herself.

"Good, now do you know what year it is?" the doctor asked.

"2018" Helga answered.

"Good. Now who is the President of The United States?" Will asked.

"Some dick, I didn't vote for him. Who gives a shit? Why am I here?" Helga demanded.

"Well, you were brought in yesterday. You suffered some trauma to the head. You were unconscious, when your mom brought you in," Will motioned to her mother sitting in the seat next to the bed, fast asleep. Helga started to piece together what happened. She saw the bruised eye on her mother with the bandaged nose. She started recollecting what had happened the day before.

"I remember looking at my mother then hitting my head on the wall. Then I remember falling," Helga started saying.

"Sounds about right, you had a nasty head wound. We bandaged it up. Looks like you may have a mild concussion," Will said.

"What happened?" Helga asked.

"We can talk about that. Can you tell me your mother's name?" Will asked.

"Miriam is her name. And she didn't deserve what happened to her," Helga said lowering her voice.

"I don't believe anyone deserves that," Will said. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her.

"How are you feeling?" Will asked. "My head hurts, so does my back," Helga said stretching and feeling the pain again in her back.

"Well that makes sense. From the admission notes you were thrown down the stairs of your house. Here, these are some pain killers," Will offered a small cup with two white pills in it. "It's not the strong stuff but it'll help," Will said. Helga took the pills and sipped the water Will offered.

"How long have I been here?" Helga asked.

"A little over twelve hours. Your mom and your friend brought you in. I have to say, your mom and friends really care about you," Will said.

"My mom doesn't care about me. She just cares about numbing herself enough to get through her day," Helga said. She looked over at her mother disenchanted.

"Well she was pretty broken up when she brought you in. She refused to get herself looked at until you were taken care of. Your guy friend showed up a few minutes after you were admitted. Your friends surrounded you very distraught," Will motioned over to the other two chairs in the office. One was occupied by Arnold fast asleep in a tight green t-shirt. His arms crossed trying to sleep in a hospital chair. Leaning on his shoulder was a sleeping Phoebe, covered in what was clearly Arnold's jacket. Helga smiled at her boyfriend's chivalry. "They refused to leave until you woke up, they've been here most of the night," Will said. "You seem well loved," Will finished.

"Yeah, I guess so," Helga said, almost to herself. She felt overwhelmed seeing her hospital room filled with people here for her. "I don't know why they're here. I don't need anyone here" Helga said out loud, crossing her arms.

"Oh I'm sure you don't. You seem smart enough to take care of yourself," Will said.

"I am," Helga said as her eye brows furrowed. Almost suspicious of his familiarity.

"Except last night," Will mentioned casually as he wrote some notes on the clipboard. "You know, because you were out cold. I think you needed some help then," Will said. Helga tightened her jaw wanting to respond. Helga sat there wordlessly. Will smiled genially at Helga.

"Oh god he does that too…" Helga thought to herself.

"It's alright to need help Helga. Luckily for you, you seem to have plenty of it if you need it," Will said in a paternal tone, keeping his smile.

Helga sighed heavily trying to find the words to say. She looked around her seeing her mother again and taking note of the black and blue hues on her face. She covered her eyes, and breathed heavily. The tears coming to her eyes. "This is my fault. Her face is all messed up because of me," Helga said her hands still over her eyes. "I should have been able to stop this," Helga continued. "I could have gotten her out before it went this far. Or if I just minded my business," Helga went on, her voice starting to break.

"Then something much worse may have happened to your mother," Will chimed in. Helga looked up at him. He mercifully held a serious expression in place of his smile. "I can't say a lot for your family dynamics Helga, but I think what you did was very brave. It shouldn't have been required, and there no excuse for what happened to you. But from what I read from your admittance papers the only person to blame here is your father," Will said as he wrote some more notes on the clip board.

"Where is he?" Helga asked, after a long silence.

"Well, from what I understand they haven't been able to find him," Will said looking back at Helga. Helga looked down at her hands. She looked up once more at the sleeping Arnold and Phoebe, and smiled.

"You should lay back and rest. You're able to hold conversations, and your memory seems in tact. That's good. We'll probably keep you here for another night so I can get you a CAT scan and make sure there are no issues. For now you seem alright. I'll be back a little later. Try to get some rest, alright?" Will asked. Helga nodded her head. Will smiled and got up to leave the room.

Will closing the door caused Arnold to stir. He opened his eyes slightly and started to stretch. He noticed Phoebe was using him for support. He moved to catch her so she did not go face first into the wooden arm-chair. He slowly lowered her head as not to bother her and stood stretching. Helga looked at him and he noticed she was awake. Arnold, quietly and swiftly, swept his way to the empty side of her bed. "Helga!" he said in a quiet but excited voice. "You're awake! How are you feeling?" Arnold whispered. He crouched beside the bed so he was eye level with Helga. She looked into his big green worried eyes.

"I'm feeling better now," Helga said. He reached and placed his hand on her cheek.

"Helga I was so worried. Are you alright? Are you in any pain?" Arnold pleaded to her.

"My back isn't great and my head has felt better," Helga took his hand in hers and held it against her face. She laid back into the bed that had been propping her up. Arnold looked at her with a worried look.

"I'm really glad you're here, Arnold," Helga said.

"I'll always be there for you," Arnold said immediately.

"So you came rushing to my side? How conventional," Helga said. Arnold smiled and leaned forward kissing her forehead. Helga grabbed the collar if his shirt as he started to pull back. "Try again Football Head," she said. Arnold got the hint, leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly. Helga let go and smiled. "I suppose you need to know how this happened," Helga said her smile disappearing.

"We don't have to worry about that now. Just lay back and get some rest. I'll be right here," Arnold said quietly pulling another chair to the side of the bed. Helga smiled, suddenly feeling groggy. Helga laid her head back drifting off.

A few hours had passed as Helga slept. She began hearing shuffling around her room. She exhaled as her eyes started to open once more. She looked over to her side. Arnold had fallen asleep laying his head on the side of her bed. Her hand still clasped in his. Helga smiled again and turned her head, seeing her mother walking out of the bathroom. "Helga!" she said. Miriam made her way over to the bed. "How are you feeling sweetie?" Miriam asked.

"I'm fine mom," Helga answered.

"God, I can't believe I let it get this bad," Miriam started.

"It's not your fault, mom," Helga said.

"It is. I let it get this bad. I checked out and look what happened," Miriam said.

"Mom, this…" Helga started to say. She looked at her mom. The tracks of her tears visible on her face. Helga exhaled heavily. "It's not your fault mom," Helga finally said.

"Oh Helga," Miriam said. Her eyes starting to water. She sat forward and started stroking Helga's hair. "I'm so sorry this happened," Miriam, said.

"I'm sorry this happened to you mom," Helga said. Miriam looked up and started softly crying.

"Helga…" she let out.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" Helga asked.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm more worried about you," Miriam said.

"Mom, you have a broken nose," Helga said.

"I'm fine. I'm…." Miriam trailed off. A long silence slipped between them. Helga looked at her mother and leaned forward taking her mother into a hug. The two held each other tightly. "Helga, this will stop. I can't go through another one of these," Miriam said. Helga exhaled, her eyes traveling to the side.

"I'm sure mom," Helga said.

"I mean it, this is it. I'm done with the drinking, I'm done letting your father do this to us," Miriam said. "He doesn't mean to do these things. He just gets so angry. And I don't help things by just being drunk all the time. I just don't know what to do," Miriam.

"Mom…," Helga said defeated.

The awkward silence grew between them again. Helga felt the widening distance, her mother getting farther and farther. "Goddamit mom, you're a statistic. You don't think other women say that?" She finally piped up.

"Say what?" Miriam said.

"Say that their husband doesn't mean it, or that it's your fault. Mom, this is exactly how this keeps happening. Making excuses doesn't make it stop! He chose to be violent! The doctor…" Helga stopped for a moment, realizing her next few words. "Will is right, he's the only one at fault here," Helga's voice starting growing in volume. She had become animated, gesticulating her arms with her words. "Mom, we have to figure something else out! We can't just exist waiting for him to come back and do something else awful!" Helga said throwing her arms to her sides. Helga, forgetting Arnold sleeping on the side of her bed, slapped Arnold with the back of her hand during one of her angry swings.

"Ah! What's happening?" Arnold said, jolting up in response.

"Oh criminy! Sorry honey, I was yelling and I think I hit you," Helga said turning red.

"What a shock, you're yelling," Arnold said rubbing the site of her swing and getting to his feet. "It's alright, keep yelling. I'm gonna go find something to eat. Are you hungry? Let me get you something," Arnold said.

"Yes, please…," Helga said smiling at Arnold. "I'm dying for a burger," Helga thought to herself. Arnold and Helga locked eyes and Arnold smiled back at her. "Alright I'll find something for us," Arnold said as he slipped out the door. Helga felt that familiar butterfly effect in her stomach as she continued smiling, forgetting her mother next to her.

The commotion had awoken Phoebe sitting across the room. "My word," she said. "Oh you're awake!" Phoebe said jumping from her chair. Phoebe rushed over to the side of Helga. Phoebe almost leapt into the bed throwing her arms around Helga. "I'm so happy you're alright!" Phoebe said.

"I could be dying, how would you know?" Helga said, hugging Phoebe back.

"Maybe, but if you are you don't know it because you're yelling like usual," Phoebe said stepping back and smiling. Helga looked over at her mother again. Her head was down. Helga thought she was sobbing and starting stroking her mother's hair. She tried to keep her face as supportive as she could when Miriam lifted her head and looked back up at her. It must have worked as Miriam smiled back at her daughter.

"How did you guys know I was here?" Helga asked looking around at Phoebe.

"Phoebe and I brought you here," Miriam said. "I tried to wake you after your father left and you weren't responding. Phoebe called your phone and I picked up. I just sat there while you could have been hurt!" Miriam said standing up, turning her back and covering her face.

"You're mom told me what happened, and I ran over to help," Phoebe said picking up where Miriam left off. Helga looked at her mom, wordless.

"Thanks Phoebe, for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you," Helga said.

"Thank God for her, I was completely…. I was completely unable to do anything. I've never felt so…. powerless.," Miriam said. "Helga, I'm so sorry!" Miriam said again as she fell to her knees at Helga's side.

"Mom, this isn't your fault," Helga said as she wrapped her mother up in a tight hug. "You didn't do anything wrong," Helga said to her again after a few audible sobs into her shoulder from Miriam. Helga felt her mother's misery. The scariest thought had been her sense of power being taken. Bob had taken that control when he assaulted her. Helga held her mother a little tighter as she started to tear up. "This isn't your fault," Helga said again.

"You're right this isn't your fault either," Miriam said. Helga and Miriam held each other as they shared a break down. Miriam pulled away after a long moment, wiping her eyes. "Phoebe was great though, she came and knew exactly what to do. She's a hero," Miriam said as she smiled over at Phoebe in appreciation.

"You called Arnold I'm guessing," Helga said almost accusing her and wiping her own eyes.

"I did," Phoebe answered.

Helga glared at her for a moment, unsure of how angry she was. "What could I do? He called and texted you, he would have been worried sick," Phoebe explained. She held her gaze hoping Helga wouldn't be upset.

Helga's glared softened. "Thanks. I want to be mad because I don't want him to see me like this. But I gotta be honest when I saw him I felt... better," Helga said. Phoebe smiled in relief. "Great, now he knows and I need to explain to yet another person how much baggage I have" Helga said.

"Oh, I told him you were in an accident," Phoebe said. Helga looked up at her. "I had to tell him something, but I didn't want to tell him all your business," Phoebe said. Helga smiled appreciatively.

"You know he rushed right here?" Miriam said. "He did, I think he was here ten minutes after you talked to him Phoebe," Miriam said.

"He did, he was a distraught and wanted to make sure you were alright," Miriam said. "He looked as worried as your mom," Phoebe said.

"Yeah, well. He's a worrier," Helga said leaning back into her bed. A few moments passed as Helga looked at the ceiling. "Do I tell him what happened?" Helga thought out loud. Phoebe and her mom exchanged looks.

"That's up to you sweetheart. You can choose to tell him, or never tell him," Miriam piped up.

"Where would I even start?" Helga asked the room.

"Helga, you're entitled to your privacy, and you don't owe anyone an explanation. You can choose how much or how little to tell him. In this situation I think it's alright to ease into that conversation," Phoebe said.

"Yeah, this is a real easy conversation to have," Helga said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

"Although, knowing Arnold, he'll listen to everything you have to say intently. I doubt you lose anything by being honest with him. I can only imagine he would just try to do what he thinks is best for you," Phoebe said.

"Yeah while respecting my wishes, and then he'll offer to try to fix everything somehow," Helga smiled.

"While holding the door for all of us, pulling out our seats, getting us food, and probably dedicating the rest of his day to make sure we have everything we need," Phoebe said giggling.

"Yeah he's annoyingly respectful and compassionate that way," Helga said as she looked up again at the ceiling. Her smile started to fade as she thought. "Would he even want to be with me seeing how complicated my life can be?" she thought to herself. "Do I want to drag him into this mess? He doesn't deserve all that," Helga though out loud.

"I think that's for him to decide, Helga," Phoebe looked at Helga again as she spoke. "We all decide internally if someone is worth being close to. I think he'd be alright with it," Phoebe said

"You know Helga," Miriam started. "He's a sweet boy. He came in all concerned and worried and wouldn't leave until you woke up. You're father never did anything like that for me," Miriam said, taking Helga's hand into her own. Miriam looked down and her smile slowly faded as she held her daughter's hand. Helga smiled holding her mother's hand tighter.

The room fell quiet again. Helga looking at her mother's hand in her own. Miriam had her head bowed in introspection. Phoebe took the seat by Helga.

"I brought, your notebook," Phoebe finally said. She reached into her backpack and handed Helga the bright pink notebook she had produced. Helga smiled and took the book.

"You really are the best Phoebe," Helga said taking the book. "You don't have to stay, I think I'm good. Dr. Pretty Boy said I would be alright," Helga said.

"I'm alright, I can stay a bit longer," Phoebe said.

"You sure? You're definitely missing school," Helga said smirking at Phoebe.

"God forbid, right?" Phoebe said slyly and sitting down and pulling out a book

"Ah, I should take a tumble down some steps more often. Gets you to lighten up," Helga said smiling at Phoebe and opening the notebook. Phoebe smiled back and settled into a reading positing. Taking her queue, Helga turned to a fresh page and started to scribble.

This is a new one for Big Bob. I've never seen Bob commit the damage he does. I've only seen the tracks and scars he leaves in his wake. Not unlike a hurricane hitting land. The already stretched to the limit infrastructure is torn to pieces. The lives of the people upturned, their most precious possession lost or destroyed. My family is relegated to the books social workers read. My mother unable to escape my father's perpetual wrath. Myself trying to defend her. Nothing felt better than striking back. Just the once gave me more satisfaction that an entire prosecution process for Bob.

I'm told that he is gone. Whereabouts unknown by all. He feels like he's still there. My mother wears his brand on her nose and eyes. Myself bearing his latest work on the back of my head. Nothing moves in purgatory. It seems right that this hospital is painted in such a subdued way. Where does someone go from here? If it can only get worse, is it worth it to wait until it gets better? Seems like you gamble with your sanity either way.

Helga continued writing in her notebook. Phoebe continued to read her book while Miriam fell back asleep. Exhausted at the events in the last twenty-four hours. The content silence was interrupted when the door to the room opened. Arnold came floundering through the door with more food than he could carry. Arnold trying to close the door with his hips dropped one of the water bottles, and in a swift move closed the door with his leg and caught the water careening towards the ground with an outstretched hand. "Got it!" he exclaimed grinning at the women in the room. Miriam and Phoebe laughed, while Helga held his gaze with her eyes. She wore a small smile on her face, a smile she saved only for him.

"Oh look the waiter is here," Helga said as Arnold passed around the food to Phoebe and Miriam. Helga still smiling sardonically at Arnold. Arnold continued to throw the smile back in her direction.

"A greasy, disgusting, ground up hockey puck they try to pass off as a hamburger for my love," Arnold said handing Helga her burger.

"Oh Arnold," Helga said grabbing the cardboard container from Arnold. "It's like we share one mind," Helga said as she tore open the container and took an enormous bite out of the burger. "Mmh…food," she said letting out a satisfied sigh.

They finished their meal as the afternoon went on. Phoebe, seeing Helga in good spirits offered Miriam a ride home. Miriam had decided to risk a venture back to her home in hopes of showering and changing unmolested by her husband. Who had not been seen since the flight from his home following his attack. Helga bid her mother goodbye as she hugged her tight. She whispered in her ear, "Don't worry mom, I'm fine. It's just a couple of tests and then I'm out of here."

"Alright sweetheart, I'll be back in an hour or so. I promise," Miriam said she stood and made her way towards the door. "You know, I'm really proud of you Helga. You're showing real bravery and maturity in this situation. I don't know when I turned around and missed you growing into this amazing women in front of me. But I'm sorry that I did," she said.

"I love you too, mom. Thanks," Helga said. As Miriam put her hand on the door handle, she stopped and looked at Arnold.

"Take care of her," she said. Arnold nodded his head in acknowledgment

"I will," he said. Helga took his hand without thinking and turned slightly pink. Miriam turned and exited the room.

"You're mom seems really broken up about this. I'm really sorry this happened, Helga. I'm glad you're alright though. I got really scared when Phoebe told me you got into a car accident. I guess I panicked a little," Arnold said. Arnold looked at Helga from the side of the bed. His eyes even more luminous in the bright hospital lights. Helga smiled back at him. Then as suddenly as it appeared the smile left. "What's wrong Helga?" Arnold asked as he lifted his hand to her cheek.

Helga held his hand there. She closed her eyes, trying to find the words to tell him what happened. She opened her eyes seeing Arnold becoming more and more concerned as the silence continued. "I can't lie to him…" Helga thought to herself.

"It wasn't a car accident," Helga said. She sighed heavily as she fixed her eyes on his. "Bob did this," Helga said. As she lowered her eyes.

"Your dad? Your dad did this?" Arnold said, taken aback. "Your dad this to you? What happened?" Arnold asked as the fear in his voice grew.

Helga sighed again. "Yeah," she said. Helga went on to explain the afternoon as she remembered it. Seeing her mother viciously assaulted, and fighting her father trying to defend her. She explained her entire recollection up to the point of awaking in the hospital. Arnold grew quiet and somewhat pensive as she recalled her trip down the stairs. His breathing, Helga noticed, became deeper. As if he were trying to calm himself. Helga finished her story. Arnold listened to every word without interrupting. Arnold had a forlorn look upon his face as he took hold of Helga's hand again.

"Helga, I'm so sorry," Arnold started only to be cut off by Helga.

"Don't say that, I don't want you to look at me like I'm some victim," Helga said taking her hand away and crossing her arms. Helga looked away from him.

Arnold looked at her for a long time. He kept his hands at his sides. "Helga this isn't your fault," Arnold said.

"Don't you think I know that?" Helga snapped back.

Arnold held the concerned look on his face. "Helga, talk to me. I'm just surprised he would do that," Arnold began. "I know he had his issues but I had no idea it had escalated this much," Arnold and Helga locked eyes. Helga noticed he was examining her face thoroughly. Helga hadn't seen a mirror since she got here so she could only imagine what her face looked like. Helga saw his fist clench on the bed as he looked away, the rising anger plain in his face. "He did this to you…" Arnold said enraged as he shot to his feet and walked across the room. He paced back and forth from one end of the room to another. He ran his hands through his hair, as he furiously shook his head. Helga followed his movements apprehensively. She knew he would get upset, but seeing Arnold trying to suppress his clear rage was something she had never seen.

Arnold stopped and took a large breath. He turned on his heel and went back to Helga's side. He lifted his hands and held her face in them. "Helga, I'm so sorry. I had no idea…" Arnold trailed off.

"It was only a matter of time," Helga said. Helga rested her forehead against his. Arnold wrapped her up in a tight hug, as if he would never see her again. Helga held him back as she sniffed and wiped her eyes. Helga felt him all around her. Her creeping fear gone, she finally felt safe. "He's always been my safe harbor," Helga said to herself.

"Helga, what he did was a crime. Do you know what you're going to do?" Arnold asked.

Helga was without words as she processed what he said. "A crime?" She repeated out loud. The wheels in Helga's head began turning. "I don't think it's a crime. We just had an incident," She said instinctively. The deep resentment of her father, was being clouded by the fact that he was indeed still her father. Helga's head began swirling with confusing thoughts. "I don't… I don't know," Helga finally said.

"Helga, what he did was illegal. No one deserves this. You should really think about getting the police involved. That's probably why he's not at your house right now. He knows someone might be along with some questions about how you ended up here," Arnold said.

Helga looked at Arnold. She felt confused. "Your dad hit you," Helga said, without thinking. She raised her eyebrows realizing what she said.

Arnold simply nodded. "He did, and I don't think he should have. He didn't put me in a hospital and break my mother's nose," Arnold responded. "Helga, I'm just… I'm worried for your safety. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. You don't deserve to live in fighting mode all the time. Guys like that only escalate. What if this happens again?" Arnold said.

"What the hell am I supposed to do Football Head?" Helga finally said.

"You could always come live with me. At the boarding house. At least for the rest of this year, maybe," Arnold said rubbing the back of his head.

Helga rolled her eyes. "Oh brother, I bet you'd love that," Helga said smiling coyly at him. "And what about Miriam, huh? Am I supposed to just leave her to take a beating when Bob has a bad day?" Helga asked.

"There's plenty of room since we're down two boarders. I'm sure my parents would welcome you and your mom. My grandparents certainly would" Arnold said. "I'm just worried about you Helga. I can't make you do anything, but you should think about it," Arnold said.

Helga's thoughts were all over the place. "His parents would never let that happen. What the hell is he thinking? I'm sure he has the room though. I wonder if I could bring my book-case. Do I get to sleep next to him every night? There's no way all my clothes would fit in his closet," Helga thought all at once. Helga looked back over at Arnold. His eyes full of concern, his hair all over the place but still somehow perfect. "Arnold that's… really sweet of you. I don't know, I'm just all over the place right now. I-I-I have to think," Helga said.

"Of course Helga, it's just an idea. You don't have to stay in a bad situation though. You have options," Arnold said.

"I need to get my mom out of there," Helga said. "I need to make sure she's ready to leave though. Otherwise she might end up going back to him," Helga finished.

"We'll figure it out," Arnold said as he took her hand and smiled at her. Helga smiled back at him and she leaned in kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back. They broke their kiss as he rested his forehead on hers. Arnold wrapped his arms around her. Helga held him back and she buried her face into his broad shoulder.

"Arnold?" Helga said.

"Yeah?" Arnold responded.

"I know this bed isn't exactly a queen bed or anything, but could you lay with me for a little while? If I scoot over." Helga asked without breaking contact.

"Of course Helga," Arnold said. Helga moved over to the opposite edge of the hospital bed. Arnold climbed into the bed. Careful not to knock over anything. He made sure she had room. She quickly buried her face into his chest. Arnold smiled and wrapped his arms around her to keep her close. "Tell me this," Arnold said after he adjust his body to make sure to stay on the bed. "Did you set your feet when you swung at him?" Arnold asked.

Helga smiled into his chest and started giggling. "Yeah, just like you taught me to. You were right, he went right down," Helga said.

"That's my girl," Arnold said. They laid on the bed holding each other. They eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. The safety of being together too soothing to stay awake.