Haii there, thank you for not abandoning this story. I know it has been some time since the last update, but sadly exams are still more important than my fanfiction stories.

I want to thank everyone for the follows, favourites and lovely reviews, I appreciate it alot ^^ I wasn't expecting this chapter to go like this, but well, my brain has a mind of its own apparently. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 8

"I'm just going to clean myself up a bit, didn't have the time to do that this morning exactly." Her gaze landed on Pete, who was doing his utter best not to meet her eyes. She was just about to pick up her plate when she got interrupted,

"No need, I'll clean it up," Leena smiled at her. "Thanks Leena, I appreciate it."

Myka made her way back to her room and bathroom, choosing another outfit as she had worn the random trousers she had picked up for quite some time. She heard somebody come up the stairs, the footsteps so familiar she immediately knew it was Pete.

Continuing her routine, she took a quick shower and got dressed. Just in time. The moment she left her room, a shrill scream could be heard coming from downstairs. "Leena?" Myka called out while running down the stairs.

When she reached the kitchen she could only see HG's back, cleaning up the pieces of a glass bowl that Leena had obviously dropped as her hands were still resting in mid-air.

"Leena? Are you alright?" Myka asked, a little out of breath when she couldn't quite place Leena's expression.

It was only when Leena's eyes met hers that she realised what it was that was so overwhelming in Leena's eyes; It was shock.

"What happened?" Myka asked, feeling the concern take over her.

"We lost her… Again."

Myka was just about to ask what she meant, when realisation hit her. "Emily?" She asked, hoping she was wrong.

"Oh, hello Myka!" She said happily.

~~~~~REMEMBER~~~~~

"I don't get it."

Myka was sitting in the library with Pete again, covering her face with her hands.

"That locket was her most valued possession. If that doesn't work, I don't know what will.

Pete sat down next to Myka. He slowly took a hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. It pained him to see her like this and yet be so helpless to do anything about it.

"Myka, listen to me. First of all, this is not your fault. So please stop blaming yourself."

"I didn't say a.."

"Myka! I know you're blaming yourself, you always do."

Pete cast his eyes down, noticing he was still holding her wrists. Releasing them, he looked up at her again.

"Secondly, we will get her back. You will get her back. If anybody can do it, it's you."

Myka sighed, resisting the urge of burying her face in her hands again. "I just don't know what to do anymore. It is only now, that I realise we don't know much about HG at all. I mean, apparently we don't even know the things that are important to her."

"You know what? We should get some sleep and maybe, it'll come to us."

Myka wanted to protest, but knew he was right. She was no good like this, they both weren't.

"You're right." She cast her eyes up, meeting his again. "Thanks Pete." She squeezed his hand.

"Anytime."

~~~~~REMEMBER~~~~~

She had been in her bed for an hours and 47 minutes to be precise, but sleep still hadn't come to her. Why was she so worried about it all anyway? Sure, HG was a friend of hers, but the way her stomach ached once again at the loss of her.. Well, it was something she had never experienced before.

Not even with Sam.

She rolled over, letting out another sigh. She wasn't dense, she knew what it was. It was just hard for her to admit.

Shaking her head, she decided to put her mind on the matter at hand again. She went over everything that had happened the past few days, making sure not to miss any details.

She laid there for a couple of minutes, staring at the ceiling, until it finally hit her.

She forced herself to sit up, convinced it would help her think more clearly, recalling HG's words.

"Almost." Myka was so caught in her thoughts, recalling HG's words when she had entered the kitchen, that she didn't even realise she had said it out loud. "HG literally said the medallion wasn't the most important thing to her. Damn it, Myka!"

She was so angry at herself all of a sudden. Being observant was something she was good at, and yet she didn't take notice of it back then. If she had, she could have asked HG about it, she would have known, she could have brought HG back.

But she hadn't.

She let herself fall on the bed again, arms falling above her head, eying the ceiling again. Being angry at herself wouldn't help. She had to think. She was smart. She had figured out more difficult 'mysteries' before. She could do this.

~~~~~REMEMBER~~~~~

Myka wasn't the only one awake. Just on the other side of the wall someone else was staring at the ceiling.

Emily was fumbling around with a lock of her hair, collecting her thoughts.

Memories were invading her mind once again, memories that weren't hers… And yet, they were.

It was a strange feeling, to remember everything that had happened today and yesterday, and yet know it wasn't you who actually lived it.

She couldn't help the image of a smiling Myka constantly popping up in her head. It made her stomach tingle, both in a good and bad way.

Seeing Myka's smile would always make her feel better, but knowing she was smiling because HG was back, because Emily herself was gone… There were no words to express how that made her feel.

Yet a major part of her could understand it perfectly. She was after all created, she wasn't real. The memories she knew as her past, were a lie.

She turned her head towards Dickens, who was snoring at the end of her bed. At least he was real.

Turning her head back, she faced the ceiling again. She nodded to herself, determined of her decision. She wanted Myka to always smile like that.

She would help bring HG back.