When Claudia mentioned bringing Steve in Myka knew that it wasn't a joke. Hell, she'd known from the beginning that it wasn't but denial was better than accepting reality. Standing she began to pace around the room. Being pulled into a new dimension she could handle. It was the sort of weird that you would expect with the warehouse and artifacts. But learning that your entire life was a source of entertainment for people in other worlds was another. The pain and heartache they'd all been through. All being interpreted different ways by an audience that would never know just what was going through their minds. In a way she felt cheated.
"No, I know, I Just don't know how to process this." Which was absurd really. She'd processed the wonders of the Warehouse rather quickly. Taken the news that H.G. Wells a writer whose works she loved was a woman. And yet for the first time in a really long time she was unable to process something. "We don't need Steve here but I would like to see him."