This one morning, however, there was a change in the Brit’s usual demeanour. Normally, Helena would wake up flushed, embarrassed and mildly annoyed at herself after one of her ‘Dylan Dreams’, but the knowledge of the filmmaker’s return to L.A this morning added just a tinge of curious possibility and excitement to the thrumming of her heart. She was still questioning these new feelings, but Helena found it impossible to deny that she was, at the least, physically attracted to Dylan. The few days of constant bombardment from these feelings had forced her into stumbling upon this discovery quite early on, and despite it confusing and unsettling her, all thoughts of Dylan came so naturally her mind could almost reason their existence. 

It was the buzzing of her phone against the wooden cabinet by the bed that next caused Helena to shift, lurching over to reach the lit-up device before falling back into the bed. Her screen signalled she had one new message and so the Brit eagerly accessed it, her heart falling two feet from her chest when she saw that it was from Dylan. The message read, ‘Can I see you today? I think we should talk. D x’. Feeling as though she might vomit on the little mobile device, Helena turned onto her side and reread the message, her hands becoming hot and clammy and causing the little device to slide ever so slightly out of place. 

It was only when Dylan’s message finally sunk in that Helena realised she would most likely be expecting a reply. Her fingers danced over the keys lightly without typing any letters into her responding text message. No plans had been made for the day, but seeing as both Andrew and Peter had the day off, they had all decided to go out somewhere. Helena couldn’t quite recall the name of the event Andrew had told her, but she remembered the children being excited to go, and so she didn’t want to cancel on them. However, if there was a way she could see Dylan and the children were able to go out with their uncles… 

The Brit mused this option, though wasn’t sure how her brother and Peter would react if she asked them to go on without her. It was their day off, after all, and they would probably prefer to spend it together, alone, than with her children to look after. A nagging in her head told Helena that she would run the option by them, anyway, and she quickly typed out a reply to Dylan’s message before she could stop herself, stating simply, ‘I should be free some time today, I’ll have to get back to you with a definite time.’ It was after much deliberation that Helena finally added a small ‘x’ to the end of her message, pressing the send button before she had a chance to erase it.