There wasn't anything I could do to help right now so Artie sent me back to Lena's and told me to rest. As I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I ran my fingers over H.G.'s locket. What she told me kept going through my head. "Believe Myka…" I closed my eyes and sighed. How am I going to do this? I want her back. I want to tell her how I feel. I was going to tell her…
"Myka?" I jumped when I heard Lena knock on my door. I scrambled to pull myself together and told her to come in. "Do you need to talk? You seem rather distraught since you came back." I sat up as she came to sit on the bed.
"I'm…" I can't say fine because that's a rather large lie and she'd know it. "Dealing." I paused a moment thinking how to ask Lena a question that I didn't want to ask. "Have you ever lost someone who was special to you? Someone who you weren't able to tell something to before…"
"You didn't tell H.G. you loved her before the warehouse was destroyed?" My mouth dropped. First Artie, now Lena? Did everyone besides Pete know that I love her? "I could see it in your eyes and feel your ora change when she was around. When she betrayed you and you left the warehouse we kept an eye on you. You buried yourself in that bookstore yet you still kept reading her books." I was dumbfounded. They spied on me while I was gone?
"Who…actually…I don't care. But yes, I wasn't able to tell her. I watched as she died. She had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen." My hand grasped her locket. "She said if I believed she'd come back. Do you know what she meant by that?" Lena gave me an apologetic look.
"No. I'm sorry. I don't know what she meant." She stood and held out her hand to me. "It's time for you to come down and have some tea or something. You need to get out of this room and think. You and H.G. always liked sitting on the patio while you drank tea. Maybe if you do that something will come to you." She was right; we did love doing that. We would have some of our most intimate and deep conversations out there. I agreed and followed Lena down the stairs. "I'll make the tea and you can go outside."
"Thank you." The night was cool and the stars were bright. It was nights like this that Helena and I would sit out here for hours talking. She would tell me all of her wild stories back from before she was bronzed. She would talk about how different the world was but then how the stars never changed. I smiled thinking about what she said to me once about sticky notes. She was fascinated by them and I found it adorable. 'Have you seen these? You write important messages on them and affix them to Objects.' I chuckled remembering her amazement over them. Something that we all took for granted and the fact that she created all these amazing things yet, was fascinated by a piece of paper with adhesive on the back was funny to me.
"A funny memory?" I looked back at Lena and took the cup of tea from her.
"Yes. From when we first started working together." Lena sat and I told her about how H.G. was fascinated by sticky notes. Lena was always someone you could talk to. Even if it was a subject she knew nothing about she'd still listen to you. It helped remembering all the fun times Helena and I had together. We sat and she listened to me for a while. Pete and Artie still hadn't come back so I decided to go to bed. After I thanked Lena for listening she went back inside. Before I went, I heard something coming from the bushes and I turned quickly. I didn't get a bad feeling but one that wasn't threatening. Damn sometimes I wish I could get vibes like Pete did. Before heading inside I took one more look around. When I found nothing I went onto bed.
"Myka! Myka!" I turned around and saw Helena standing a few feet away from me. I didn't know where I was but it didn't matter.
"Helena! Where are we? How are you…you're dead." I tried to walk towards her but I couldn't move.
"You're dreaming Myka. I am dead…well sort of. I did something very bad for my own personal gain and you have to help me. I used an artifact so I wouldn't die in the explosion. Well actually you used it…on me."
"How did I use an artifact on you? We're not allowed or supposed to do that."
"Yes I know but the mental and emotional link you have to the warehouse triggered something right before it exploded. Apparently, something from warehouse 12, that was moved to warehouse 13, was connected with me also. I'm in a place from my past, but am here in the present. You need to come and find me. Believe that I'm still alive and find me. You can do it Myka. I have faith in you. If anyone can find me it's you."
"Myka! Myka!" I fell off my bed when I heard Pete banging on my door. "You okay? It's lunch time."
"Yeah? I'm fine. Be down in a minute." My head was fuzzy and I was still taken aback from the dream I had. It seemed so real. How could H.G. talk to me through my dreams when she's apparently still alive somewhere?