<span style="font-style: italic">Ah, pick yourself up. A few new people to throw you off your feet? Don't be silly.</span>Shaking her head, Helga stood up, picking up the groceries in a fabric bag, and once more came skipping down the street. What a beautiful, beautiful day. Today, she shall cook and bake some cakes... That seemed like a good enough idea. The soles of her shoes clattered softly on the surface of the pavement, and the breeze was picking up her hair, as if it was stroking her with each forwards-motioned move.<br/><br/>A light chuckle curved her lips upwards as she saw Mark, a neighbor of sorts she sometimes talked to, chasing the birds off his garden with a cane. "Good morning!" she greeted him silently, slowing down, and eventually stopping before the lawn of his house, uneager to step forth without an invitation. She knew what happened to people that stepped on his lawn, anyway. "Would you like some peach and apple pie in the afternoon? I thought I might share, since it's of no use to only make pie for one." she smiled at him softly, clenching both of her small hands around the bag. The wind made her wide flowered skirt billow like a colorful flag.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The groceries landed on the desk in a large room. It was a bit dark inside, shadowed by the curtains that were barring any sunlight from entering the premises. One could easily call the room depressing at the very best - it was filled with a dark sense of danger, something unhealthy and evil. The large steel bed, set in the middle, under thick velvet curtains, just didn't seem comfortable at all. And the desk was borderline-creepy, too.<br/><br/>For some reason, it was unfitting to the figure of a young man, crowned by a halo of hay-blonde hair that entered it, throwing the freshly purchased food somewhere to the side without care, and dropping himself into the middle of the bed. His fingers danced across the lit up keyboard of his phone, and he was smiling...<br/>'Helga Berghem ---> save for the end' he typed there. That smile didn't look as kind as before. She was just one of many names on a long list.