"Oh I missed you so much Louis!" Olga gushed as they walked inside. "Did anything interesting happen in Maine?" She probed.

"Nothing much." He answered, but not giving her the information he knew she wanted. "Just business, although I do have some exciting news." He beckoned Olga and Helga to sit down. "I talked with this guy...turns out he does a lot of work with a certain company..." He grinned, attempting to build up suspense. He was staring right at Helga.

"Helga, when we talked, you told me that you wanted to go to Slam Jam last year, but you couldn't."

Helga's heart was beating fast, while Olga merely looked up at him as he paced.

"As I was saying, it turns out that this guy has done business with a certain company, that company being Wrestle-Mania, so one thing led to another and..."

Helga's eyes were lighting up. Louis was smirking as he noticed her inch ever closer to the edge of her seat.

"I got the tickets, Helga. Tomorrow, we are going to see Slam Jam VI."

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Helga screamed and jumped up and down as Louis pulled out the tickets.

Louis laughed as she reached up to try and hug him. At 6'1", this was not an easy task for Helga, but he indulged her as best he could. He gave her her ticket and she poured over it with tremendous enthusiasm.

"Got one for you too babe." He grinned as he moved over to Olga and handed her a ticket.

"Oh...just what I always wanted to see...!" Olga hesitated with an embarrassed smile and giggle, trying to sound enthusiastic as she received her ticket.

"C'mon Olga. It's like Henry always said to me: variety is the spice of life."

"I guess..." Olga answered as she read the ticket and put a finger on her lip.

"Anyway, I figure I'll come over and meet you girls tomorrow morning, we go out for breakfast, and then we go to Slam Jam."

Helga looked up at him with a wide grin while Olga's look was a cautious smile.

"Can you stay here today?" Olga asked, her hands clasped in hope.

"No, there's some things I need to do today."

Olga looked up at him longingly, pleadingly, her lips pursed. Louis chuckled.

"Those big blue puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time. They do make you look cute as ever though."

"Louis..."

"I know. Don't worry Olga. We'll spend time together, more than enough to make up for last week." He grinned. "Just get your cute butt ready for tomorrow." He flirted, causing Olga to blush and giggle. Louis' grin grew and he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her close to him. He tilted her head up and moved his own down, but Helga's voice interrupted the motion.

"When did I get invited to see this? Get a room!" She frowned up at them with her arms crossed.

Olga blushed in embarrassment while Louis only chuckled and pecked Olga's lips anyway.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright?" Louis asked when he let Olga go. He patted Helga on the head and then began to walk to the door.

Helga looked at Olga with a knowing glance and then down at the floor, then back up to Louis, almost desperately. Olga unwittingly mirrored Helga's look.

"...Is there something the two of you want to say?" Louis asked curiously.

"No." Olga smiled. "I'm just looking forward to tomorrow, that's all."

"...Alright then." Louis answered, not entirely satisfied that she was being truthful. "I'll see you girls tomorrow."

Helga looked up at Olga warily as Louis exited, and she returned her gesture somewhat sadly.

The night went by relatively uneventfully, with Helga avoiding any family situations like dinner. Olga was growing more and more worried about her. She knew that this situation could not continue, but was still fearful. Would it all go back to 'normal' when Helga returned to school on Monday? She was unsure, and feared even the thoughts of attempting to rectify the situation.

Olga began to cry. She said that she would protect Helga, but was powerless when it really counted. She felt pathetic.

"Hey Olga!" Bob knocked on her door.

"Yes daddy?" Olga answered.

"You gonna practice any of those pieces the philharmonic is currently playing again tomorrow morning? Your mother and I loved hearing that stuff!"

"Not tomorrow morning daddy. Louis came back today and I'm meeting him for breakfast." Olga answered relatively unenthusiastically.

"Oh!" Bob answered in surprise. "Well tell him I said hello!"

Olga's eyes unconsciously followed Bob's footsteps as he made his way outside her room. She turned off the light and sighed. How could her father be so unfeeling? How could he not sense her distress? Olga's thoughts began to run away with her, preventing her from falling asleep. She was worried about Helga, and ashamed that she was so terrified to speak on her behalf. It was like a hidden wall that she could not break. At the same time, she was excited about tomorrow, and couldn't wait for it to come. It was just what both she and Helga needed, and it was not surprising to Olga that Louis was the source of it, or the betterment of her relationship with her sister for that matter.

"Louis..." She sighed, longing to be held in his strong arms.

"Oh Arnold, my love, rock of stability upon this sea of chaos in which we live, why must I be doomed to worship you in darkness? When will my feelings finally see the light? How I long to be held by you. How I long to whisper in your ear how much I adore you! How I long for you to sweep me up and take me away, and fly with me through the bright summer sky! And then, with you my love, I'll be free at last. Oohhh!" She sighed and fell onto her bed. "Aw man that was good!" Helga muttered to herself, pleased.

Helga also smiled when she observed her ticket in the darkness. She was excited beyond words to go to Slam Jam VI. She thought about last year, when she wanted to go to Slam Jam V. Her father tried to get tickets, but got the wrong ones. Regardless, it was still one of the few pleasant memories that she had of him.

Suddenly, Helga began to uncharacteristically cry. She couldn't make sense of it at first, since she was still excited about tomorrow, but she supposed that her tears came because she was reminded of how her father's failure was one of the few times she'd ever received affection from him. Would it forever be her destiny to feel unloved by her parents, and remain a ghost in this house, only visible when she did something wrong? To remain the thorn in Bob's side?

"Arnold..." Helga trailed as she clutched her pillow.