In the morning, Myka will be alone, but there will still be a bit of H.G Wells with her. Her voice will linger in her ears, sweet and warm like honey, so English. She will still feel that electricity running on the tip of her fingers and for some strange reason, on her cheek and temple. The orb will be gone and Helena's consciousness taken away from her, but Myka will feel relieved from a great burden. She will be free from guilt and bitterness. Or at least that is what Helena wishes while she talks her to sleep, telling her about London, bits of her life and feelings.
When Mrs Frederic comes to take back what belongs to the regents, Myka is fast asleep, lulled by Helena's words, caressing her like purifying water. She lets her burn this peaceful image in her mind, to conjure up when she will be asleep – God knows how long – in the black orb. When Helena turns to her, Mrs Frederic knows letting her stay longer than necessary was a punishment more than a favor.
H.G nods, silently thanking her for granting her wish to stay a few hours with Myka after their mission.
"Sweet dreams, Myka." She whispers when she is sucked back by her prison.