There was really something wrong with this whole situation. Really wrong. Myka couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but something was just off about it all.

She got into the car, buckled up and waited for Pete to get in the passenger's side. After a day like today, it was her turn to drive. He still stood in the doorway of Kelly's house, quietly talking to her and gesturing around a bit in his typical goofy manner.

Truthfully, it felt good to catch up with old friends and acquaintances from their earlier days at the Warehouse. It was rewarding to see how lives has changed, how people grew and how some had tried to put Warehouse life behind them. Well, some people.

Myka's thoughts drifted to people like Hugo, who tried to make a life for himself outside of the world of the Warehouse in Connecticut. Kelly, who married and was now expecting her first child. Helena, who was somewhere far away from all this. Nevertheless, something, always a troublesome artifact, always drew them back in.

Pete and Kelly hugged goodbye, and that was the end of it. Pete shuffled down the front steps and beelined for the car door. He fidgeted with his polo shirt, his secured seat belt and finally his arm rest as Myka started the car. Without saying a word, he got settled and looked out the window at Kelly's new house and her new life one last time. There was no guarantee that they would keep in touch, especially with a baby on the way. There were always promises between the current agents and those with whom they were involved that they would remain in touch. But did they?

Pete's eyes were watery and he did his utmost to shield his face from Myka who was pulling out of the parking space. She knew he was upset. She knew what it felt like to be driving away from someone you care about. She knew there was nothing that could be done to alleviate the terrible feelings and thoughts that went with this.

"Pete, can I ask you a question?"

"Better than anyone I know." At least his jovial nature was still present at the saddest of times.

"Remember when we drove home from Wisconsin? You know, that last time we saw Helena."

"Yeah."

"Is this like that moment?"

Pete paused to gather his thoughts, looking back out the window at the neat rows of houses lining this friendly-looking neighborhood. He quickly dabbed the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve before turning to face Myka who was concentrating on the road.

"Yeah."

Myka didn't say anything in reply, just kept driving in complete silence as Pete did his best to gather himself together. When Myka couldn't have any more of the quiet tension, she pulled into a gas station about ten miles from Kelly's house.

"I understand." Myka finally said once the car stopped.

Pete shook his head. "No, you don't. H.G. wasn't telling you to get back in the car and get your man."

"I did tell her to give it a try with Nate." she offered.

"And did she?"

"We're talking about you, Pete."

Pete sighed and clasped his hands tightly. "Kelly thinks it's 'obvious' that I'm in love with you." Despite him sitting next to her, pouring his heart out and openly discussing what's on his mind, Myka let out a tremendous laugh.

"Are you?"

"No!" Pete quickly answered, "So don't take this the wrong way: you're my best friend, Mykes. I can always count on you. Besides, I know you kinda -"

"Don't say it!"

Pete quickly shut his mouth and looked back at Myka. "I really loved Kelly."

"I know." Myka replied. She then reached for a nearby bottle of water to have a sip. She fiddled with the seam of the paper label until it loosened from the plastic and came undone in her hand. "It's times like this where I wonder if we did the right thing when the Warehouse exploded. What if we didn't do the right thing?"

"You know, I do wonder what happened in that other timeline."

"Ha! You probably married Kelly and have two kids by now."

"Yeah, and you would probably be picking out furniture from some antique shop in London with..."

Myka didn't listen to Pete finish the sentence.

The two of them remained quiet in the car for some time after their thoughts of the impossible timeline permeated their minds. Each stared off out the window, thinking about what could have been, not saying a word to one another until they got back to South Dakota.