Myka wasn't sure who she expected to be approaching her but of all the people who it could have been it was, Helena. Thankful that it was a familiar face, Myka offered a faint smile and then accepted the Victorian woman's help off the ground. Once she was steady on her feet, Myka moved to the side and turned so that she could face her. The faint smile was gone and her face was a mask of nothing, save for the twinges of pain that you could see in her features.
They had been friends once. Kindred spirits who had shared a love of literature and the Warehouse. That friendship had never truly died. It had only been muted by Helena's betrayal of the Warehouse and the trust that she had placed in her. But it had also been Helena who had convinced her to return to her happiest place on earth. When Sykes became an even greater threat to them all, the Victorian woman had told them to destroy the coin. She had been willing to sacrifice herself to save them all from whatever Sykes endgame was. Little by little the woman had started bringing forth that friendship and trust that had been brushed aside and muted. But just when Myka felt that she could trust the older agent again, she found herself hurt.
Helena had disappeared after they had stopped Sykes from destroying the Warehouse. Not a word to any of them about where she was going and when she would be back. All inquiries with Mrs. Frederick had led to more questions than answers. The one thing that she was certain of was that the Victorian woman hadn't been bronzed or put back on the Janus coin or something alike. No, instead Helena remained god knows where in the world and the rest of the Warehouse team was left to carry on. In her anger she'd begun referring to her as H.G. again. The pain of seemingly not meaning anything to the other woman who she still considered a friend so easily brought right back up to the surface if she used the woman's given name. H.G. kept it more formal and allowed for Myka to maintain control of her emotions. Concealing how angry and upset kept everyone from questioning her, especially Pete.
Breaking the silence Myka asked, "H.G. where am I?" The Warehouse had shown, Myka that anything was possible but of everything that she'd encountered this was the most bizzarre. One minute she had been about to sit down in a chair and the next she was sprawled out on the ground. The fall had caused the ache in her back to intensify but she was willing to put that aside until she got some answers.