In her dreams she loves a woman. Helena. Her own voice cherishes the sound of other's name.
Myka reaches out with her fingers to stroke the skin just beneath Helena's bottom lip. Soft. Warm. Inviting. Myka leans in for a kiss.
Helena reaches out herself and plunges a cold blade into Myka's spine.
As she falls, Myka sees what is before her-what has always been there, what Helena has blocked from her view.
Pete, eyes wide and blank. Claudia, Artie, Tracy. Myka's parents. They are all dead, arms all reaching out to her as if in hope she could save them.
Helena laughs, a trident suddenly in hand. She is victorious and evil. Lovely and terrible.
Myka wakes just before she dies.