She didn't think about it. She didn't remember it. The locket remained on her the entire time, comfortably nestled in a handkerchief inside her jeans' pocket. It remained there hours later, after the explosion, after the loss, after the chaos and mayhem that was presenting itself throughout the world.

That is, until Myka got to the airport.

"Ma'am? Please empty your pockets."

The TSA agent held out a small round tray, dangling it before her as Myka racked her brain for what she could possibly have on her. The security agent could not comprehend why these three people, who they have seen countless times at this airport and countless times at the tiny security checkpoint, could be taking so long and not know the rules by this point.

Mouth agape, eyebrows turned up and a dead stare from Myka said it all. She quickly patted down her person in front of the agent, upturning the palms of her hands when she was done. "I did. Nothing."

"Could you please check again?"

"Yeah, Mykes, how many times have we gone through security in the past couple of years?" Pete chimed in from behind her. He placed his duffle bag and shoes in a light grey tray on the conveyor belt and then quickly rifled through his pant pockets for any metal items. After a moment of searching, Pete pulled out his AA chip, placing it in the tray the TSA agent held in front of her.

"I don't have anything on me. Besides, I already emptied everything out."

The increasingly disgruntled TSA agent looked Myka up and down, waving Pete a go-ahead to pass through the x-ray. Pete jokingly shook his head, acting all outraged at his partner's inability to do something they've done at least four times a month since they started working at the Warehouse. All the airport staff at least knew the Warehouse agents by sight, particularly Pete who constantly asked when the concessions of this dinky airport would be upgraded.

"What's the hold up?" Artie muttered, removing his shoes and placing them in a tray along with his leather bag.

"Oh, it's you again." the TSA agent sighed as Artie approached. "She's the one holding everybody up."

Artie looked at Myka, who only returned a bewildered stare to him, the same one she had given Pete a moment before. She looked through the inside lining of the jacket she was wearing, still not finding anything. The now thoroughly irritated TSA agent, still holding the tray in front of her, waved through Artie the security check. Like Pete, he pulled MacPherson's watch from his pocket and placed it in the tray along with Pete's AA chip.

"I told you already, there's nothing - "

Myka paused, remembering picking up the locket back in that dingy basement in Hong Kong. How could she have possibly forgotten? She immediately pressed the leg of her jeans where a small rectangular object left a clear outline again her thigh. As Myka removed the item from her pocket, she took a moment to remove it from the handkerchief and raise it to eye level. Her thumb grazed over the enamel front, absorbing the texture of the small locket that meant so much to Helena. Nearly laughing for a moment, no doubt with a smirk on her face, Myka reflected on the object in her hand. This priceless object that contained a mother's sole memory of her only child, an item that mother left behind in the hope that the intended party would recover it and return it to her.

Still feeling along the front of the locket, Myka opened it to look at the inner contents: a dark-haired little girl who, contrary to photography at the time, was smiling at the camera. Myka fingered the golden clasp along the middle of the locket, running her thumb up and down the side repeatedly. She was completely lost in her train of thought, smiling back at the little girl she knew she would never meet. When Myka realized through a tap on her shoulder from Artie that she was still holding up the line, her focus dissipated and returned to the line at the airport. With a resigned sigh, she placed the locket in the tray the TSA agent held atop the other two items already inside. Myka passed through the x-ray machine without hassle, gathered her bag and boots at the end of the conveyor belt.

"Sorry about that." she said to the TSA agent.

"Alright. Just not in the mood for a cavity search this afternoon, but considering the crazy I've seen so far today, anything can happen." The agent placed the small tray she held on the belt to pass through the machine.

Pete finished tying his shoes and walked over to collect his chip from the tray. He looked at the three items inside, awed at the gold pocketwatch intended to undo all of the chaos unleashed into the world with the opening of Pandora's Box. It was then he caught sight of the locket sitting in there.

"You still have that?"

"Yeah. I forgot I even had it in my pocket." Myka finished zipping up the sides of her boots and walked over to collect the locket from the tray he now held.

"You never gave it back to her?"

"Not like we had any time to catch up, we were too preoccupied."

Typically, Pete would have snickered, but this wasn't that sort of day. "I bet you were," he would have said. Then Myka would have punched him in the arm and, in typical Pete fashion, feigned pain in the spot where her fist and his arm connected. Instead, Pete took the locket in his hands and held it out to her. "You want to wear it?"

"Wear it?"

"Yeah. She would've wanted you to."

Myka turned around, lifting her hair as Pete undid the clasp and then safely secured it around her neck. She grabbed the locket to position it in a comfortable spot underneath her shirt, resting against her skin. "You know, it wasn't...I never...we never…"

"Let's just go sit and then we'll be on that plane in no time."

No time. There wasn't enough time. There was never enough time for any of them.