Helga was at the table with Gerald and Arnold dropping a book off to them when she spotted, Johnny. Gerald made a comment that the 70's were mostly dead prompting her to laugh a little. He was supposed to be a towering figure in the fashion industry and there he was dressed in a tacky manner. Placing a hand on Arnold's shoulder just for a familiar touch, Helga left them to head over to him.

"Darling!" Johnny boasted so loud that everyone turned their attention to him.

Helga growled a bit as she brought him to a private section. "Criminey. Can't you be less outrageously stupid?"

Not offended in the least, Johnny handed her the contract. "People are demanding the It Girl. We must absolutely have you. I told them how delicious you've gotten."

Trying to ignore that, Helga went through the contract to find the changes. "And when is the show again?"

"Next month. As promised I will not have any nudity from you." His eyes washed over her figure just drinking her in. "It is such a shame you won't do it though since you have a fabulous figure."

"Shut it. If you put me in any sheer outfits with no bra that still qualifies as nudity to me. The only one allowed to see me naked is my boyfriend." Stepping back from him, Helga noticed how much closer he got. "I'll have to inform my boss about this."

Johnny kept moving towards her. "Ever think about another in your life?"

Pushing him away, Helga growled. "Pervert! You've known me since I was nine. To me that is pretty sick."

"So you do think about it."

She saw him reaching out to her. "Never. Arnold is enough man for me. As for you I will say no to this show due to the fact of harassment." Thrusting the contract back hard to his chest, Helga moved past him.

He had to settle himself down. He can't lose her for this show. The tickets were sold out compared to other shows he put on. "I swear to you I won't do this again. I can't lose you. Please reconsider."

She turned to face him. "Give me the contract and if you do try this again I will punch you."

Doing as she wanted, Johnny watched as she signed the contract. Slight misery turned into joy when he spotted her name. He had the It Girl back even for one night. "You won't regret this love."

Helga smiled a bit. "Any room for a few more people to join?"

"I'm sold out."

She raised her eyebrow up to him. "Then I guess I will have to be the worst thing at the show then."

Johnny whipped off his glasses. "You can't do that. You signed the contract."

One half of her mouth curled up. "Didn't say in that contract that I had to do great. It says about me appearing in the show and walking. It didn't specify how."

Bringing the contract up to read it throughly, Johnny groaned. "FINE! How many?"

"Six." She answered firmly.

He thought about the arrangements. He never had to work this hard with any other model. Most just came in and he ordered them what to do. "Six it is."

With her other side of her mouth curling up to join the other side, Helga put her hand on his shoulder. "Pleasure doing business with you. Now I have a job to perform."

From his table, Arnold watched that guy Johnny leave the library looking slightly flustered. Glancing over to Helga who emerged from the back to head to her desk she appeared very smug. "That's my girl." He whispered with pride.

Busy with writing down his essay, Gerald's head lifted up. "What did you say?"

"Oh nothing." Spotting a message icon lighted up on his computer he pulled it up seeing that it was Helga.

Hello again Handsome,

I signed the contract. The show is next month. Thankfully it is for one day and I'm trying to get him to secure at least six tickets for us. That is if you want to see me strut.

Love,

Helga

Smiling at the message, Arnold began to type her back.

To my hot girlfriend,

Congratulations and yes I would love to see that. You'll be the best one there. I love watching you strut.

Love,

Arnold

Helga smiled from her end before grabbing her books to bring upstairs. Looking over her shoulder she threw him a wink before heading up.

Arnold told Gerald he'll be right back. With Gerald watching Arnold following her upstairs, he shook his head.

"You may have your librarian, but I have my doctor." Gerald said to himself before he continued his writing.

Her slim graceful hands continued to clutch on her lap. Quiet contemplation wrapped around her as the breeze flitted across the garden outside. She stayed motionless while the world continued to spin. Mistakes were made and they were all made by her. Hearing laughter from beyond had her eyes moving towards the offenders. She wanted to tell them to be quiet as she stayed miserable. She had stayed selfish for too long.

Turning her phone on finally after all this time here, she waited till the screen came to life to find messages. Messages from one source alone judging by what was there. She swallowed the lump in her throat to listen to them.

"So you used Curly now. It was bad enough to use guys for your purpose and not apologize still for Peapod kid, but now you hurt the one guy who loved you so completely. How could you? Now I hear you left here to go to some other country. I didn't get much of an answer from your mom, but I hope you are getting help. I really do."

Deleting that message it was another from Nadine:

"Curly is in bad shape now. Rhonda, I loved you like a sister. I supported you. I know you have a heart in there, but to do this to someone who worshiped you is bad. Please call me."

It was a lot less angry of a message so Rhonda deleted that too. All the messages were from her except the one that was just left as she was busy in her own world. It was from a different number. Taking a deep breath she briefly brought her head up to watch the flowers dance with the breeze hitting them. She went to listen to that message.

"Rhonda! This is Thaddeus Gammelthorpe. I want you to know that I'm officially over you. Now that I know what I know about you I just don't want to know you anymore. I worshipped the ground you walked on since I met you. Loved you through thick and thin. Now after what you've done, I can't take it. Never come to me with a sob story because I want someone in my life that is able to support someone too. I have that in my other friends. Now I'm off to find someone of quality who will love me for who I am."

A tear slid down her face finally at hearing those words. The last time she deeply cried was when she felt sorry for herself just for being broke that one time. Now this was different as she stood up to seek out some more help for herself.

"Honey, where are you going?"

Stan stopped mid way towards the front door. From upstairs he could hear his parents talk about their trip to Europe. They discussed this fake person that Brainy was marrying. He couldn't take the denial a second longer so he needed to leave. He needed sanity.

Turning to face his mom, Stan responded to her. "I'm going to see, Hailie. I'm picking her up."

His parents beamed at him. "Hailie? Is this a new girl in your life?" His father asked.

Stan examined their hopeful expressions as he just stood there. They know who Hailie is. They just know, but the refused to acknowledge it. "She's my niece."

His mother laughed at that. "Oh honey that is merely impossible. Brainy isn't even married yet so he certainly doesn't have a kid. Oh Herbert, can you believe the sense of humor of our son."

"Oh I can't. Stan you are a very funny guy." Herbert was chuckling now.

Stan narrowed his eyes. "Stop it! Stop it right now! GAH!"

Herbert was confused at his behavior. "Son, what is the problem?"

"You! Both of you! You are so deep in denial that you actually going to Europe to attend a pretend wedding." Watching his mother open her mouth up, Stan cut her off from speaking. "Brainy was married. He was married to Helga Pataki. A great girl who was pregnant with his child. A child by the name of Hailie. Hailie that is your granddaughter. Not only is Helga a great person, who loved Brainy as he loved her, their daughter Hailie is a super bright girl approaching her seventh birthday. A daughter who is in the sixth grade because she is that bright."

Standing up, Herbert needed to stop him from yelling. "Stop this nonsense right now. You are upsetting your mother here. Brainy was never married before."

"He was! He enlisted in the military and was killed in the line of duty. You were there at the funeral. You were there when he was laid into the ground." Stan went to the fake pictures they doctored. "This girl may be real, but Brainy has never met this woman. These pictures are fake. The real person is underneath them. A person by the name of Helga."

Getting up, his mother crossed the room to slap him across the face. "That's enough out of you. Brainy isn't dead. He's very much alive. He is very busy."

Undeterred, Stan gritted his teeth. "Really? Call him up. Go ahead and call him up. I want to hear the sound of his voice right now. You know better yet." Taking his cellphone out, he propped it up. "Give me this magical number of his. The one you both claim to talk to him on. I miss talking to my brother very much. Perhaps I'm in denial."

"No. You are just upset over nothing. I won't do it." His mom turned away just throwing her hands up in the air.

"Oh I am upset. I haven't spoken to my brother for a long time. I miss him. I miss him coming to talk to me. I miss seeing him. Please let me speak to him. I just really need to hear his voice." Stan didn't really need to pretend there. He really did miss his older brother. He always had the right things to say to him. Spent more time with him rather than his own parents.

His parents stood there silently leaving, Stan not able to read their thoughts.

Stan couldn't believe their silence. "So may I speak to my brother?"

His mother shook her head. "Brainy is a very busy man now. Yes, but soon we will speak to him."

Hearing something similar from his own dad, Stan marched into his dad's office to pull out their last phone bill. He heard them asking him questions, but he simply ignored them to see calls going to other family members. Leaving the office he went to grab both their cellphones to look through their records there. His parents were at least lazy when it came to this stuff.

"No international calls whatsoever, but I recognize each number to all our relatives." Stan placed the phones down to shoot them both a look of disgust. "My brother is dead and you know this. This denial has gotten out of hand that it is hurting three people in your lives. Helga, Hailie, and myself. Brainy would be disappointed in you." Glancing upstairs for a brief moment then back to them, Stan made his decision. "I can't live here anymore. In fact it is time for me to end all of this with you both. Until you both wake up and realize the absolute truth, I'm no longer your son."

Herbert tried to stop him. "Son be reasonable."

Stan shook his head. "I'm not your son anymore. I will get my stuff later as soon as I secure a place, but for right now I need to pick up my niece from school." Hastily he had to leave the house. He had to leave it before he broke down. If he broke down now than he will have a hard time getting back up.

A/N: In my head, Johnny still looks the same from that episode.