This was it. Myka Bering was leaving again. She had to. She could never get too close to people. She wanted to, but she just couldn't. She knew that she was getting too attached to these people. She didn't want to get hurt, and she didn't want to hurt anyone. So, when all the others weren't at the B&B, she decided she would pack her things and leave.

Myka sat on her bed and looked at her room for the last time. It looked so…hollow. Everything she had used to make the room more, well, Myka, was packed away inside her bags. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered all the good times she had in this place. Teaching Claudia fighting moves, rock-paper-scissors games with Pete that she would always win, and even teasing Artie about his eyebrows. It would be gone now. She was leaving it all behind, and she could never come back. She had to move on. She had to forget. Myka slowly stood up, gathered her things, and was heading out the door when someone opened it first. Pete.

"WHOA! Myka, geez, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here?" he laughed. Then he looked down at her suitcase. "Myka, why do you have your—"

He didn't need to hear her say anything. He just looked at her face. She was trying to hold back the tears. She told herself she wouldn't cry, but just looking at Pete's face and knowing she was leaving him behind forever…

"I'm leaving Pete. I have to go." she managed to choke through her sobs.

"Wha—what? Why?" he said, confused.

"I just…" she was crying now. She couldn't help it. "I just have to, Pete."

"No! No, no, no. You can't leave!"

"Give me a good reason why I can't leave."

"You—you just can't leave, Myka!"

"I have to go. My cab is waiting. Goodbye, Pete." she couldn't even look at him. She stared at her feet as she pushed past him through the door and to the taxi that was waiting outside.

She silently said goodbye to the warehouse, the B&B, and Pete, standing outside, staring at her with the most heartbroken look she had ever seen in her life.