[hr][center][h1][color=SpringGreen]H E L E N[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

	At about the time two white girls wearing patterned harem pants and matching round glasses began to cozy up to Lenny and Bobby, Helen realized her presence was no longer welcome. She got up, taking one more hit on the bong, and walked to the door, where she dismantled the barricade set up to prevent too much smoke from escaping into the rest of the house. Helen wasn’t sure if she had ever been this high before; her head felt weightless and she felt like if she laid down she would sink into the floor and vanish like Willow. That said, Bobby had been spending a little too much time staring at Helen while playing 90s acoustic pop songs, so she figured staying here would end…badly. As she left the room, Helen placed her hand against the wall to balance herself. Then she drifted out, closing the door behind her. At the spot where she had placed her hand, a human eyeball now stuck out of the wall, its lids made of wallpaper but the eye itself startlingly human and the same emerald green as Helen’s. Bobby and Lenny didn’t interest her, but if those girls wanted to put on a show…Helen might as well watch. 
	Through the hallway, Helen stumbled, avoiding the Bacchanalia occurring around her as best as she could. In a word, things were starting to get out of control; one of the strikers on the soccer team had his hand stuck in the drywall; two drunk girls who Helen did not recognize had somehow figured out how to climb onto the crystal chandelier hanging over the house’s stairwell and were swinging back and forth as though they were on a bull ride. One of the guest bedrooms was open, and through it, Helen could see that several people had managed to climb out of the window and onto part of the house’s roof, where they were laughing and passing around a blunt. Helen rubbed her eyes, which were just about as dry as they could get, and continued down the hall, dodging two drunk girls making in a whirlwind of fury. Helen happened to know that those two girls were members of a local Christian youth group who had once hung posters around Kirby decrying the evils of “teenaged homosexuality”. Oh, how the times had changed. 
	Helen walked down the stairs, half slumped over the rail. Her head felt light but her body felt heavy and slow, a strange combination, and shifting focus from the eye in the wall to her own eyes was a task requiring considerable effort. She passed by Chad on her way down the stairs- he looked displeased. As she reached the bottom landing, she saw him at the top of the stairs, trying to figure out how to get the drunk girls out of the chandelier. Helen shrugged and continued onwards, figuring that what happened to the Charles family’s chandelier was the least of her worries. 
	Helen caught sight of Willow and Dexter across the living room sitting on the couch. Helen took off running, bumping into several people on the way, leapt into the air, and landed on the couch next to Willow, wrapping her arms around her friend and yelling “heeeeeeeeeey bestieeeeeeeeeee”.