Myka didn't believe that Helena set out to be a villain. She had seen enough villains in her lifetime to know that sometimes darkness came from a place of light. And now she was able to witness Helena in her darkest.

She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Sure she was (or will be) there when Helena was about to destroy the world. But a villain doesn't look at you with regret. A villain doesn't plead as you touch her. A villain doesn't apologize.

What a true villain does is look you in the eyes as she tells you lies. She holds your hands as you tell her a sad tale from your past all the while planning your demise. And she makes you tea to help you sleep the night before she plans to betray you.

A true villain doesn't wear her ugliness for all to see. A true villain hides it beneath a mask of kindness and compassion.

That was why Helena was the scariest villain of all because even when Myka knew not to trust those concerned creases on Helena's forehead and that worried tone asking if she was alright, she still believed them.

"You're not Myka, are you?" Helena asked. "I mean, the Myka now."

Something about her must have changed. That's how Helena knew. She wondered if it was still her eyes.

What will Helena do now? Will she shoot her with that little Tesla of hers? Keep her somewhere until the time comes for her to shed her mask. Or will she kill her?

But Helena wasn't doing any of that. Instead, she held her arms out in front of her.

Myka looked at her, dumbfounded.

"Well, aren't you going to haul me to the Bronzer? Make me a statue for eternity?"

Myka sighed, scratching her head, "I don't really want to face the wrath of Artie."

"I'm sure he will understand when you explain why you have traveled back through time," Helena said, not appearing the least bit scared at the possibility of losing her freedom again.

"I think he'll be pretty mad when he discovers that I came back to save you."

Now it was Helena's turn to be confused. But she wouldn't be H.G. Wells if she let herself be caught off guard. So the frown eased into a smile.

"I didn't know you are the preaching type."

Myka can't tell her, can she? This reminded her so much of when she visited the young Helena. That young woman who was so out of her depth but still glowed with optimism. She wondered then too if she should have said something. But at the time she thought, what good would that do? She didn't know how to change the past. And Christina deserved a caring and compassionate mother instead of an obsessively protective one even if it was only for another two years.

But now, Helena was already broken. There was no little girl whose smile depended on her. It was just her and her nefarious plans. Maybe, Myka could save her. Just not in the way that she intended. And it's convenient too. It would spare Myka from all the heartbreak.

Except she didn't plan for this. She didn't know what would happen if she decided to stop Helena. Would she even remember it? What if she forgets about the madness that lurks deep in Helena? It could jump out at any time without constant soothing. And even with that, who's to say it won't come out anyway?

"I'm not," Myka said.

"Then what are you doing here?" Helena asked.

"That's a good question."

"Do you have an answer?"

"I do," Myka said. "I just don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"I suppose nothing good could come from what I'm planning to do," Helena said casually. Myka resented her tone. It was as if she felt that she didn't matter at all.

Silly girl, Myka thought and almost laughed because Helena was more than a hundred years older than her.

"Do you remember now?" Myka asked. She didn't know how this time traveling thing worked. She only knew that Helena couldn't remember their first meeting when they last saw each other.

"I do," Helena replied so softly that it almost sounded like a whisper. The smirk had faltered. She must know where Myka was going with it or she wouldn't have taken a step back. She was always in Myka's personal space like she didn't understand the concept of boundaries but now, it seemed like she was standing miles away.

"Do you remember how you said you had no one left in this world, you know, just before you yanked me into the sky?" Myka asked. "Well, that's not true and you know that," she continued without waiting for an answer. "There is still one person in this time who cares about you and it will hurt her if you do this."

She noticed how Helena was slightly leaning back, creating a little more distance between them. Myka supposed it was different to know something in your heart and having it said to you out loud.

"Anyway," Myka said, "I'm not going to stop you. I just wanted to let you know that you matter to me," she placed a hand on her chest, "and the me in this time even if she doesn't know it yet."

She might not be the same sixteen year old girl she was but this part of her, the one who loved Helena, never went away no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it.

Myka closed her eyes. This was an accidental trip. Helena had her plans. Myka had hers too. And now she had to get back to them. There wasn't a deadline since she was already bending time to her will but she wanted to get this done as soon as possible so she can finally have her H.G. back without having to count the minutes until she was gone again.

She imagined Hong Kong, before the skyscrapers. Its busy wharves where people from both east and west come together to trade. Opium. The British establishments. She could feel her body disintegrating. It was familiar now but still scary knowing that she might not be herself when all the particles which made her come together again. She might not even be anything at all. Her atoms might get scattered all over time and space. But she must do this.

"Wait," a hand pulled her back. "You can't leave." Myka opened her eyes again and she saw Helena looking at her with sad desperate eyes. "You can stop me."

And there it was. The truth.

Myka smiled. "I don't have to," she said, taking the hand that was holding her wrist. "You will stop yourself."

They found Helena's notebook shortly after the Yellowstone incident. It turned out her initial plans did not take place in Yellowstone. Actually, she picked Sumatera first or more specifically Lake Toba, the location of the last supervolcano eruption. That eruption had most likely triggered a dramatic cooling of Earth and the subsequent mini ice age about 70000 years ago. And it was bigger than the supervolcano in Yellowstone. If someone wanted to cause an apocalypse by using a supervolcano, the one in Lake Toba should be their first choice.

There were these scribbles in the first half of Helena's notebook; too far away, time issue, will they figure it out?. Then she changed her mind and picked Yellowstone instead. At first glance, it seemed like she was trying to cover her bases. But Myka can't help but wonder if she deliberately changed her plan so it would be feasible for the Warehouse team to stop her.

And now, she was sure of it. Helena wanted to be stopped. It really was different to know something in your heart and to have it confirmed to you out loud. She let out the sigh of relief she had been holding for god knew how long.

Myka couldn't contain her joy. She pulled Helena towards her and kissed her.

"I'm so glad," Myka murmured and leaned forward to kiss her again but Helena stopped her.

"You shouldn't be," Helena said, her expression was filled with the guilt she had for something she hadn't even done yet. "You shouldn't forgive me so easily."

Myka laughed. "Oh, shut up."

Helena's eyes widened and her jaws hung open in shock. But both her hands stayed where they were; her right palm resting firmly against Myka's stomach and her left hand in Myka's grip.

"But look at what you are doing," Helena said worriedly. "I did the same thing too and look what it did to me. Whatever it is you are saving me from, it isn't worth it."

Myka took the hand on her stomach. "Have you ever considered the possibility that I might be smarter than you?" she asked.

That smoothed out the creases on Helena's forehead. She pursed her lips. It was probably an attempt to contain the smile that was threatening to spill out.

"It has occurred to me once or twice," she said and finally let her lips curl up.

"So can I kiss you again?" Myka asked.

"Cheeky," she muttered but made no attempt to stop Myka as she leaned forward.

"I will see you soon," Myka said before she placed her lips on Helena's.

And slowly, she disappeared back in time to 1847 Hong Kong.