After The War
Myka stood there in disbelief. Everything around her was destroyed. She turned around, eyes wide. Her eyes were scanning for any possible thing that could have survived. There was nothing. Nothing that stood there. Things that she'd been working for years to attain, to protect. It was all gone. Not a trace of what work that the generations before had strived for. It instilled a shock into her, so bad that she wasn't sure how bad it was.
Pete came up from behind her, gently taking her hand. "Hey Mykes, it'll be okay."
"Oh, Pete." Came the weak reply.
She moved into him, her face into his chest.
"Everything," her voice was strained through her sobs. "It's all...Pete...what about Helena. She...She saved us...she saved me."
"Yeah," He replied gently. "She did. It's fine, you know it's all over now. We don't have to worry about that psychopath any more. Everything is going to be fine now."
"But Pete, I...She's gone and everyone. I mean..."
Pete gently moved back and leaned down. "It'll be fine Mykes. Hey look at me, look at me."
She looked up at him to see his face and he smiled softly and despite everything, she couldn't help the tug on her lips.
He continued with a small relief. "You did all you could, okay. People are safe now, because of us, you and Helena. So don't be sad okay Mykes, because so much good has come out of this, even if you can't see it just yet. Alright?"
"Alright," Myka whispered softly moving to hold Pete to her.
Artie spoke breaking the silence. "It might not have to be."
Then without an explanation he pulled out the watch.