Helena grabbed his hand numbly with one hand, still holding his jacket around her with the other and stood up slowly without feeling much of anything. Her crying had ceased for now, but that might have been due to the fact that her tears had been freezing to her cheeks. She led them both to the house as the snowfall started to get a little bit heavier. When she made it inside, she let go of his hand and hung his coat up on the rack by the door. It was a bit scary actually; she was walking like the living dead. Her cat was sleeping peacefully on an armchair, but everything else was just as it'd been when she'd left - minus Chris's things of course. It was almost nine. Where had the time gone? None of this mattered or even registered to Helena as she sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chin. She wrapped her arms around her legs and held them there as she watched the fire without really seeing it.