A/N: I don't rightly know why I wrote this, it's just a scene that popped into my head after the season 3 finale.
Inebriate of Air
Even though the trees had all been harvested of their fruit and winter's chill clung to the balding branches, the orchard smelled of apples. Myka moved slowly through the fallen leaves as a light fog fell over the area making the orchard look more like an eerie copse of dying trees instead of the beautiful apple orchard it had been a few weeks prior. But Myka did not mind the ghostly feel of the place, it quite suited her mood. She inhaled deeply, breathing into her lungs and into her being the smell of earth, fog, leaves, and the apples that had long since disappeared from the vicinity. The scent triggered a cascade of memories that left her dizzy and feeling a little drunk off the very air that had prompted the recollections.
Shaking her head and swaying unsteadily, Myka moved into the fog (where the constant shifting of light made it seem like a living entity beckoning her). She stumbled a few more feet, imagining she could almost hear the same low throaty laughter she had elicited from Helena when they last walked through this orchard, hands entwined and the outside world a far off thought. Moving deeper into the intoxicating atmosphere following a ghost, Myka tried to drown the constant ache in her chest by getting drunk on memories and air.