My eyes fluttered open, and closed briefly when the light nearly blinded me. The smell of cleaning fluids invaded my nostrils; the strong scent of soap soon over powered it. I could here Peanut and Coolly play fighting somewhere, those two where always funs to watch.

The scent was getting stronger, I felt it wrap around me, or it could be just someone pulling me into their lap. I finally kept my eyes open long enough to take in the whole situation; everything looked black and white, as if I was stuck in a noir film, which would be cool.

Then on came the pounding headache, it was that that helped me regain some of my lost strength quickly; there was someone holding me, I felt their hand caressing my face, it felt warm and reassuring which made me feel safe.

The noir color soon heightened into colors I was much more familiar with and the face of the person or as I like to say, angel, came into focus.

I could have sworn it was Carmen, but at least it was a girl, breath taking no doubt, she began to speak and all I could think about was of London and Britain.

"I apologize for rummaging around your home with out your permission, but…you do know your back door was open?"

She moved her hand threw my hair, gently scratching my scalp. I felt my body getting hot, and the fact that this girl was wearing one of my ‘too large’ shirts and nothing underneath wasn’t helping my situation.

"Don’t do that," I spoke slowly while trying to get into a sitting position. She helped me stand holding me closely, "I’m sorry, I suppose you don’t like to be touched,"

S: "Well on the contrary- wait, let’s just get back to the real issue, who are you?"

I staggered out of the clean bathroom and into my room, which was now tidy. "Thank god you know how to clean."

"Well, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I used to be rich." I chuckled to myself, "Sure."

"My name is Helena Peabody, I moved here two days ago, it’s such a boring place. Plus mommy took away all my money and made me live with my poor relatives," She shuttered.