InsaneJournal

Who: Helen Magnus
What: Narrative
Where: Sanctuary
When: Recent
Warnings/Ratings: Sads, that's about it.



When Helen helped build the Sanctuary in Old City, she was still relatively young and she had dreams. A home for abnormals, and for a team of like-minded individuals who could share with her the wonder of the unknown world. She got everything she dreamed of when they worked to protect and save abnormals, or to return them to their people, and she built a family from the ground up. The halls were never crowded, but they were lived in. Her house was a ghost town now. It was haunted by the smells and sounds of her family that were now lost. She sometimes wandered it at night, going to each room, seeing it similar to how it was before, but no one inside. She even went to Ashley's room, where she stayed out of most of the time, it hurt too much to see. Now it was one more place that fed into her loneliness.

Helen had this house, she had her underground Sanctuary, her life's work was possible still, but it was empty all the same. The journals were fascinating, the hotel even more so, and she found a spark within her that wanted to learn more about this universe they found themselves in. It was difficult to reach out, and that was rare, Helen so easily found connections to people before. Now she was adrift. It was frustrating, since it was unlike her, and she sought a mission. She went in and out of the hotel, taking notes, looking for answers. Was it the fact there were none that bothered her? Or that it didn't give her the satisfaction she was hoping for? Answers weren't required for her before.

It was ten AM and she poured herself a glass of wine. It was her bloody house. She didn't need excuses of 'it's noon somewhere.' Loss was not something she was unfamiliar with. As someone who was effectively immortal, she got used to it a long time ago. But it never was easy. Will said she was pulling away and detaching when she got back, and that was true because she'd removed herself from the world. And now she was ready to come back into it, and they were all gone. Typical.

So what now, she had to ask? Where was she going from here? She had to adjust to the world she found herself in, cut her losses, and find a new path. There were still abnormals in the area, she saw the reports on them. This city wasn't exactly the same as hers, but some parts hadn't changed. They were going to need help and direction. It would be harder on her own, but she could ask Nikola, if necessary. Once upon a time it had been just her, although Watson helped as long as he could.

She was Helen Magnus, and she had an inborn talent for starting over. So she was going to drink the rest of this bottle, wallow in misery for a few hours, curse herself once the headache set in, and get to business afterward. She used to love a challenge. She could find that love again.