April 12 1912 7:28 pm
Helen sank back into the steaming porcelain tub and sighed. Perhaps she would go see Nikola just to get him to rig up hot water in her sanctuary. She never realized how much work went into a bath until she turned the tap and automatically had a hot bath. Of all the advancements she had seen in her life, this was hands down her favorite.
Forget the pyramids, forget the great wall. Hot tap water was the wonder of the world. Helen pushed herself further into the water and let her toes stick out.
Bliss
"... and a big house." John's voice echoed in her head something about his smooth voice and slow cadence made his plans sound like her dreams all on the verge of coming true.
Not that she didn't want a family with him. She had loved Druitt and wanted to marry him. But she didn't want to 'settle down'
Helen was a pioneer. An adventurer. An explorer. She had lost something of that somehow. Had pushed it aside to be the good wife For John. "Dr. Montague John Druitt. They would marry and travel the world. Have a family. Construct a sanctuary in the middle of London.
There were Days Helen was so happy she could burst.
It was the small things she missed. Waking up every day with a rose on her pillow. The way John held her hands, like they were made of Glass. His strong arms around her waist. It tore her apart every day without him.
Helen sat in the tub long after the heat left the bath; she sat in the cold water.
And cried.