As the rest of New Year's Eve dragged on, Helen tried to the best of her ability to rein in her emotions. It was easier said than done, however. Despite convincing herself otherwise, the phone conversation she'd just had with Ambrose left her seething. There was also that overwhelming feeling of nausea that had taken hold of her. She needed to calm down, but she struggled to find the ability to do so and articulate herself. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, determined to make the best of the situation despite the hurt she felt inside and end 2022 on a high note.

She decided that enough time had passed and it was time to head back and spend the last couple hours of the year with Bitsy back in the penthouse. Bitsy's mood may not have improved much over the last several hours, but at the very least, it wouldn't hurt to spend time with her.

Bitsy glanced over to see Helen standing right there by her side of the bed. "What do you want?"

"I thought you might need some company."

"Why? Shampagne's all the company I want right now, especially after what you did."

Helen sighed. "Look, I get it. It was a crappy thing to do—"

Bitsy cut her off. "Extra crappy, if you ask me."

"But I don't want you spending New Year's Eve alone."

"I'm not spending it alone, though. I've got Shampagne with me, remember? At least he knows not to go behind my back."

"Bitsy, please. Let's not end 2022 like this. The last thing I want is for us to start 2023 on a low point. Besides, I think I might be on the verge of throwing up soon."

"Oh, boo-hoo. Go cry to your lover about it."

Helen was tempted to reach over and strangle her right then and there. However, she was feeling too ill at the moment, so she decided to let it slide and lay there on the floor instead. It seemed nicer down there anyway.

"Good idea," Bitsy said after taking a brief glance. "It's where you belong."

As she lay on the floor, Helen just murmured to herself, still feeling nauseous. She decided to just stay where she was and wait for her nausea to pass. She was certain that Bitsy would make her clean up the mess herself anyway. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, hoping that she wouldn't puke. Eventually, the nausea subsided and she drifted off to sleep, feeling the comfort of the floor beneath her.

When she eventually woke up, Helen noticed that Bitsy was gone but Shampagne was still there, laying on the floor across from her. How long was she asleep? She decided to spare a glance at her phone and saw that it was currently 11:50 PM.

"Crap!" Helen exclaimed. "Only ten minutes until 2023. I gotta go find her!"

Helen quickly rose to her feet, picked up Shampagne after hooking the leash to his collar, and started making her way towards Times Square. She couldn't help but get an inkling that Bitsy would want to head down there, especially if it meant not having to deal with her for a while. If she was going to get that inheritance someday, then she'd have to figure out a way to get back into Bitsy's good graces. Her life practically depended on it.

So she decided to head out and try to wave down a cab to take her to Times Square. She managed to do so surprisingly quickly, especially given how late it was, and she ducked in.

"Hey, can you take me down to Times Square?" Helen asked the cabbie.

"Sure, why?" the cabbie asked back. "Everything alright?"

"I don't know. Just take me down there."

"Okay, if you say so."

Helen gave the cabbie the directions to Times Square, and off they went. Along the way, the nausea started to creep back in. As it did, Helen started to pet Shampagne. The dog proved to be just the distraction she needed at this moment. Petting him also brought her some comfort as the year came to a close. She could understand to an extent why Cole would take such a shine to the mutt. Eventually, the cab stopped right near the spot where "Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve with Ryan Seacrest" just so happened to be filming.

"Alright, here you go," the cabbie said. "Whatever it is you're hoping to do, just do it."

Helen nodded. "Okay."

With that, Helen quickly climbed out of the cab with Shampagne and bolted out to find Bitsy. Soon, she was scanning the crowds for her, but to seemingly no avail.

"Damn," Helen muttered to herself. "Where could she be?"

It didn't take much longer before Helen eventually spotted Bitsy standing a mere few inches from her.

"Bitsy!" she called out. "You scared me! I thought I lost you."

"Great, just what I needed," Bitsy deadpanned. "As if it wasn't bad enough that you ruined last year for me. Are you trying to ruin this year for me, too?"

Helen felt her heart sink. "I'm sorry, Bitsy. I wasn't trying to ruin your year. I just wanted to make sure you weren't alone."

Bitsy just glared back at her, not saying a word. "I'm not alone, though. I'm out here with hundreds of people."

"For God's sake, you could've at least sent me a text before you left." Helen proceeded to hand Shampagne over to Bitsy. "I brought Shampagne along, by the way."

Bitsy's face lit up upon seeing him. "Shampagne! Did Helen bring you here to ring in 2023 with me?"

Shampagne proceeded to wag his tail as Bitsy held him in her arms like a baby before then setting him down. While this was going on, that nauseous feeling Helen had been experiencing all this time built up more and more until it was too overwhelming for her to ignore.

"Are you alright?" Bitsy suddenly asked. "You don't look so good."

Helen was momentarily caught off guard that Bitsy actually seemed concerned before then puking all over her. Bitsy stepped back in shock with vomit all over her, not knowing what to say.

Helen wiped her mouth and apologized. "I'm fine. Just a little morning sickness."

"Ugh!" Bitsy exclaimed. "Great, I'm going to have to change when we get home."

While Bitsy stood there in shock and tried in vain to process what had just happened, Helen felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She quickly apologized again and assured Bitsy that it was an accident.

Bitsy managed to gather herself and chuckled. "I had a feeling it might be."

"So..." Helen trailed off for a moment. "You want us to hang out here or you want us to go home?"

Bitsy proceeded to glance down at Shampagne, who was now sniffing curiously at the puke dripping off of her and lapping up whatever dropped to the ground. "You know what? I think I want to go home. I don't even like it here all that much."

Helen smirked. "I had a feeling you might have."