Arnold's lights are turned off in his room as he sleeps domfortably through the night. All the while, Helga's spirit is trapped in limbo; her soul unable to pass on. There were no words to describe how she felt when she found out that she would be able to see Arnold again. She was so filled with joy at the thought that she could possibly talk to him and still be with him even under the terrible circumstances. She expected that she would be able to come back and act as if everything was just normal. She thought that maybe he would ask her questions about what it was like, how she was doing. She realized that coming back was nothing as she expected. She had to survive weeks floating around and watching him. She was never able to hold his hand or talk to him. Seeing him cry, watching as he slowly isolated himself from all his friends, that was the only thing Helga was able to do. She had finally been able to get into his head and convince him to get the Ouija board. She didn't know how she did but somehow it had worked out. With the help of Bartholomew, or as he had called himself, Frank (well I mean it is shorter to write out), Helga was able to release herself into a more present sort of limbo. In other words, she could move objects and be seen by select people. She was finally able to relive her dreams. She was able to dance with him, and to tell him that she loved him too. She thought that it would be easy. She thought that maybe it would make everything okay, but she realized that she was wrong. It made her transparent chest hurt. She knew then that she would never be happy with him. She would never be there for him. He had his own life to live now. When Helga saw him, with Lila, she could tell that he would never be happy if she didn't force him to move on.

Arnold is sleeping now as Helga watches over him. The good thing about being a ghost, you never get tired; the bad thing, well everyone else does. She goes to his desk and she signs on to a social network. She spends the night stalking her friends to see what they've been up to. After all, she kind of wants to know who still misses her.

A couple of streets down, Rhonda cannot fall asleep. She walks over to her own desk and boots up her laptop. She opens up Facebook and checks to see if there is anyone still awake to talk to. She opens up chat and she scrolls down the list of names. Only about twenty people are online. When searching through, she sees that somehow Helga is online. She clicks on the name and she sends a message: "Hey."

After a couple minutes of no response she sends another message: "Who is this?"

"Who do you think?" Helga types back.

"This isn't funny. Get off of Helga's page. Just because she's dead does not mean you can snoop around her stuff."

"Aw. Princess, I always knew that you cared."

Shivers run up Rhonda's spine as she reads the message, her shaking hands typing back: "I'm serious, if you don't get off her page right now, I will call the authorities to get you off."

"I'd like to see you try." Helga types. She does, however agree and logs off. She doesn't want anything to happen to Arnold, after all she was using his computer.

She floats around some more. She thinks more about life. She thinks of her parents and her sister and how they all drove her insane. She thinks about the truck and whether or not she actually did jump in front of it. She thinks about the pain she tried to conceal and the fight to try and survive. She had to give up, though; she knew it and she hoped that maybe the others did too. She thinks about the end. When the pain finally stopped and she felt free, she thought about another kind of pain, one that resonated in her heart. She was separated from Arnold. She could play games and talk to him but what good could that do. She was separating him from living beings. In a few years he would be in a mental institution with no one left to visit him or worse, he would realize that he couldn't be with her unless he took his own life. She knew that the same could happen if she just disappeared. She needed to find a way to show him that he could live without her. She could not bear to cause him any more pain that she already had.