edited June 5, 2013, for clarity & continuity - I gave actor Eddie McClintock's artistic abilities to his character, Pete, so he can draw detailed sketches.

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In her bedroom, Myka put on a nightshirt and her most comfortable sweatpants. She heard Claudia moving something heavy in her room across the hallway. What's Claudia up to, at this hour?

She went out into the hall and found Claudia's door open and more than one of her lights on. Myka could see that Claudia had pushed the dresser over next to her desk. She watched as Claudia hefted her new printer out of its box and set it on the dresser.

Myka cleared her throat.

"Hey, I was setting up our field office," Claudia said.

She noted Claudia was still fully dressed and had her jacket on. "Don't you want to get some sleep first?" Myka leaned against the doorway.

"I'm not sleepy." Claudia opened another box on the floor. "Thanks again for buying the hardware. All this stuff adds up to serious money. Are you sure you don't want to return some of it?"

Myka yawned. "If we go back in time, you'll still have your hardware, and the entire Warehouse office. Then I won't have those expenses on my credit card, because I didn't buy the hardware."

"Excellent," Claudia said.

Pete walked up the hall wearing his "Iron Shadow" T-shirt and some sweatpants.

He stood in the doorway next to Myka and surveyed Claudia's furniture and boxes. "I'm going to leave the hall light on," he said. "So, you know, if something happens, or you need more furniture moved, come and wake me up."

"Same here, Claudia," she said. "Wake me if you need anything."

Stepping out of the doorway, she pointed for Pete to go to his room. She followed him and stood in his doorway. "Tuck yourself into bed, and I'll go get your new art supplies."

She returned to his room carrying a small armload of paper and other packages, and wearing a pen over her ear.

Pete sat up in bed with a pillow for a backrest.

Myka set the supplies on the bed next to him. She picked up one notebook and sat down at the end of the bed, cross-legged, facing him.

"I'm writing you a note." She retrieved her pen from behind her ear. "Open your package of pencils."

He reached for the pencils and a sketchpad.

She finished writing, and tore out the page of paper. "OK, I'm going to need your signature. The written agreement says, 'I, Pete Lattimer, promise I will not leave the B&B unless I take Myka, Leena, or Claudia with me, especially if I'm going to pick up Chinese food.' Sign your name by the X."

Pete took the page from her and signed it.

"Put this reminder with your wallet and your keys. We've got your back." She tried to smile at him. "Anything you need, partner."

"Thanks," he said.

Myka cleared her throat. "OK, Mr. Sketch Artist. Next, I'm writing a list of things for you to draw, in case you can't sleep. Otherwise, you can start tomorrow. Please draw for me the Iron Shadow, in lifelike detail." She pointed at his T-shirt and wrote on the list.

"Also," she continued writing, "the Aztec Bloodstone Artifact, from our first assignment together."

Pete raised his eyebrow.

"And, I need a headshot of Gandalf the Grey, from 'The Lord of the Rings,' the movie version." She tore the page out and handed the list to him. She stood up and collected her office supplies. "OK, I've got to get some sleep now."

"Hey, we survived," he said. "We made it through one more day."

"Yes, we did, partner," she said. "See you in the morning."

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In her room, Myka retrieved the two new photos and sat on the edge of her bed.

She decided not to look at Helena's picture. Must get some sleep, she thought. Plenty of time for regrets tomorrow. Carefully she stashed Helena's picture in the drawer of her nightstand.

After one more look at the photo of young Claudia and Joshua, she laid the frame on top of the nightstand. She got under the covers and switched off her lamp.

Lying in the dark, Myka felt herself relax slightly. She yawned and hoped she could fall asleep quickly.

As she adjusted her head on the pillow, she glanced at her alarm clock and gasped. The numbers on the timer. Immediately she sat up and turned the lamp back on.

Her heart pounded rapidly as she stared at the digital numbers on the alarm clock that resembled the timer on the Artifact-Bomb. Counting down to the end of the world.

With a shaky hand, Myka turned the clock around so it faced the wall. She took a deep breath and switched the lamp off again.

She lay back down, but her heartbeat was still racing. Her legs and back ached, so she turned over onto her side.

Now I can't stop seeing the digital timer. She pictured the Artifact-Bomb, encased in the clear box they could not open. If only we'd had more time, we could have figured out a way to stop the bomb. But even with only a few moments left, Helena discovered an effective way to save their lives.

We need Helena to help us solve this puzzle. But she's not here. She turned over to her other side.

These life-and-death crises, all the time - this is too much. Her sadness weighed heavily on her.

This same sadness and fear had pushed her to resign from the Warehouse, and she thought she'd left for good. Driving away from Warehouse 13 felt like the end for Agent Myka Bering.

She remembered how Pete and the others contacted her, asking her to come back to Warehouse 13. To come back home. Then Pete drove from Denver to Colorado Springs to ask her a few Shakespeare questions. Her answers gave them a lead on the Lost Folio Artifact. She followed Pete and Steve to Denver to assist on their case. Step by step, she made her way back to active duty.

She shifted her pillow under her head. Did I work my way back to my friends? Or did they bring me home to Warehouse 13?

She had never been out of touch with Pete and the others because they continued to contact her. They never assumed her departure was permanent. Maybe they saw clearly what took her longer to realize. Myka Bering truly belonged at Warehouse 13.

Even Mrs. Frederic contacted her, more than once, asking her to return. One night, Mrs. Frederic stunned Myka by suddenly appearing in the quiet "Bering and Sons" bookstore. Mrs. Frederic brought Helena to talk with her - Helena in hologram form.

Helena made the housecall at Mrs. Frederic's request. Then as a portable hologram, Helena worked on a crucial case, helping them recover Joshua's Trumpet.

One step at a time, Helena came back to work for the Warehouse. After Sykes kidnapped her, Helena worked on one last mission as an agent for Warehouse 13.

Myka rubbed her eyes and blinked in the dark.

Helena Wells belongs at Warehouse 13 just as much as I do, she thought. My friends brought me back to the Warehouse because they knew I belonged here. We must bring Helena back where she belongs, too. She took a deep breath. But the mission to rescue her is going to be rough.

She heard another noise from across the hall. Why is Claudia moving more furniture? She yawned and got out of bed.

Standing in the hallway, she saw the light under Claudia's closed bedroom door. She heard the new printer churning out pages.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open.

"Oh, hey," Claudia said. "Good, you're still awake. I want to show you something." She held up printed pages.

"Please, wait until tomorrow." Myka's back ached and she felt a bit lightheaded now. She reached up to feel her own forehead. "Tomorrow you can tell me. But we must get some sleep. Please."

Claudia looked disappointed.

"At least pretend like you need sleep," Myka said gently. "Change your clothes. Bring your pillow and a blanket into my room. You can sleep on my couch, if you want."

Claudia shrugged. "Yeah, all right."

Myka yawned as she returned to her bedroom. She walked over to the small couch and turned on the nearby floor-lamp. She got into her bed, turned off her bedside lamp, and promptly fell asleep.