Myka slipped into the beautiful white dress that was much too tight, even for her slender figure. She had decided to play along with everything. She knew Pete would get her out of here. Myka was glad she had stopped bleeding, or she probably wouldn't make it to the end of the ceremony. Without knocking, Danielson opened the door, entering the room with a woman. The woman was carrying a big bag, that, by the looks of it, was full. And by the slight fragrance it gave off, it was makeup. Danielson left the room, leaving Myka and the other woman alone.
"Who are you?" Myka asked her. She looked back at the mirror with a sad face.
"Makeup," the woman replied. "So… You should probably sit down." Myka could tell she knew what was going on and didn't want to be there either. Myka sat and as she put on the makeup, the woman spoke.
"I know what is going on. When I'm done, I'm going to find your partner. He was down the street when I saw him. And also, my name is Alyssa." Myka said nothing.
"Pete's down the street?" She asked Alyssa.
"Yep. I'm almost done, so then I can get him before he comes back here."
"Thank you so much," Myka whispered. Alyssa soon finished, and was then shoved out of the door. Pete was heading back to get their vehicle.
"Excuse me, are you Pete?" Alyssa asked him.
"I suppose I am," Pete said. "Hey, have you seen a woman around here? She's secret service," Pete asked her.
"Yes. She's in that guy's house," Alyssa said, pointing behind her with her thumb.
"But I just came from-"
"Yeah, I know. He's trying to marry her. Something's really wrong with that guy. I think he's delusional," Alyssa said, interrupting Pete. Pete ran up to the door and was about to kick it in. He turned around and looked at Alyssa. "Who are you by the way?"
"Alyssa. Hairdresser and makeup," Alyssa said to him. "Also, he might hurt her if he hears the door." Pete, saying nothing, began to lock pick the door open. He pushed it lightly to see no one in the hallway, or the rest of the house visible through the small crack. Pete could hear voices coming downstairs.
"You know, you should probably get turned in for being involved with him," Pete informed Alyssa. She stood there, waiting for him to go inside. The moment Pete went down the steps leading to the basement, Alyssa was gone. She got into her car and sped off, not taking one look back.
Myka walked down the aisle, the 'Dream World' flickering unnoticeably. Her dress barely touched the ground. One would think at a moment like this, she would smile, but tears replaced it. She couldn't smile at the man standing next to the priest; she didn't love him. She looked for Pete in the pews, but he was nowhere in her sight. As she drew closer to the front of the room, her heart beat faster and faster. Myka began to feel light headed as she got closer, and began to notice the room flash from an ugly, rotting room to the beautiful interior of a big, gorgeously decorated church. Myka stood in front of him, staring at him, hoping Pete would come in soon.
"We have gathered here today to unite two wonderful people in holy matrimony. Before you say your vows, we ask family or friends to speak now, or forever hold your peace," the priest said. The room was silent. Pete stood up slowly.
"I would like to kindly object to those two getting married." Myka turned to the isle to see Pete.
"Pete?" She asked. She looked back at Danielson, who didn't look like Danielson anymore.
"Sam?" Myka whispered. Unlike the last times she saw him, blood didn't trickle down his face. Sam smiled.
"Hey bunny," He said, smiling. "Today's finally here." More tears came down Myka's face, but they were happy tears.
"Myka, you don't wanna do this," Pete said. He started walking up to them slowly. Myka looked at Pete. She thought for a few seconds, continuing to look at him.
"Pete...," She began. She looked back at Sam.
"Mykes, c'mon. What about the Warehouse?" Pete said, trying to convince her. Myka walked towards Pete, still looking at Sam.
"I'm sorry Sam..," Myka said quietly. She turned her back to him and walked out with Pete.
"Was it hard?" Pete asked when they were in the car, driving back to the Warehouse. The ride was pretty quiet until Pete's query.
"No. It wasn't him anymore. There is no Sam anymore," Myka said.
"What do mean?" Pete asked.
"I knew you were coming. I didn't have to worry," Myka told him. They hadn't changed, so Myka was still wearing the dress. "And when can I take this off? It's a bit… tight," Myka asked.
"Well, dontcha think Artie and Claudia will wanna see it on you after they find out what went down out here?" Pete asked.
"I guess. But I still have that thing in me," Myka pointed out.
"And have you seen anything after you left?" Pete asked.
"No… But we need to take it out so it can be shelved," Myka said.
"We can eventually. I wonder if that could make you have weird dreams," Pete thought to himself. "But until then, we have more important things to do. Like find more artifacts," Pete suggested.
"We're baaaack," Pete said when they got into the Warehouse. Artie and Claudia were waiting for a ping.
"Well, you took long enough," Claudia said.
"Wait till you see what Myka's wearing," Pete whispered. He gestured for them to head outside the Warehouse. It was windy outside, as well as hot. Myka was standing by the car, waiting for Pete to get Claudia and Artie outside.
"Can you come out any slower? It's beyond hot out here," she said. She was fanning herself with her hand.
"Wow," Claudia said. She was looking at Myka's dress, which was floor-length and corseted. Artie said nothing, and Claudia said nothing else. They kind of stared at her.
"What? It's kind of hot out here. Can we go inside?" Myka asked. She moved the veil out of her face, but it constantly blew back.
"I suppose," Artie said. "What's with the dress?"
"I thought Pete was supposed to tell you what happened," Myka said. She looked at Pete. "You did, didn't you?"
"I was going to… But I kind of forgot. You see, there were cookies in there, and I kind of had a couple of them on the way out," Pete explained, looking down and wiping a few crumbs from his shirt. They turned around to head inside. "Hey, anyone else hungry? I could sure go for some tacos right now."
"Tacos sound really good right now," Claudia admitted.
Myka sighed. "Tacos? Serious?" They turned around again to head to Leena's to change. "You know, tacos do sound really good."
"Tacos it is," Artie said, starting his car. They drove off, the sun setting down over the western horizon.