I shut the door to Helga's room and quietly walked to mine. She and I were friends now? She had actually been nice to me. I wondered what had caused the sudden change. When she handed me the blanket I saw something come over her. For a moment she seemed so far away. I had a feeling that she called the truce because of my loss. Anyone who had a loss as great as mine would know exactly what… That was it, I realized. Helga had lost someone in the past. I was sure of it. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. Thunder still crashed outside my window. I pulled the covers up to my chin. Helga was a person just like me. I knew that she had feelings just like any other person. Granted, she was a lot tougher than I was, but underneath that cold exterior I knew that she hurt. You see, I had this uncanny ability to sense things like that. It must run in the family. Grandfather had a way of knowing things…and I had a way of knowing people. I could tell when a person hurt…and she did. I made a vow to myself as I laid in the darkness. I promised myself that I would help her if she needed it. I knew that she'd push me away as much as she could. But I figured it like this… Everyone has their share of sadness. My mother once told me that a problem isn't half as bad if you have someone to share it with. I wouldn't insist that Helga tell me what was on her mind. I just wanted to let her know that I would listen to her if she wanted me to. I gasped. Why did I feel that way? Then my conscious told me the answer. I felt that way because I needed someone to fill the gap in my heart. I needed someone to help me through my struggles…and I wanted to return the favor. I wanted a best friend. Someone who I could tell everything to. I wanted a sister. I had lost too much in the past month and needed somebody strong to lean on. Helga was that person. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes. Things would be better in the morning. Perhaps I would go for another walk if it wasn't raining. Or…I'd go to the museum! I loved the museum. All of the stories in those artifacts… it was settled. I'd go to the museum tomorrow. I'd go… I couldn't finish my thought. Sleep overtook me and soon I was lost in the land of dreams.