Helena had just come up the stairs to the fourth floor looking a little harrassed. She had to find Chris; she just had to. No if, ands, or buts. Her large, dark curls will a little frizzed by her raking her hands through them for the past hour, but she wasn't even half-done looking through the school. Then she stopped at the end of the corridor because she saw him.... just sitting there, looking as confused as she felt. She slowly walked over to him, not wanting to startle him. Besides, he was probably angry with her. Chris? she asked hesitantly when she was only a few feet away.