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[theliar]

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[thedetails]

[The truth was, Myka avoided Emily since the destruction of the Janus coin. The woman was all that remained of her friend - H.G. Wells, the most brilliant, amazing woman Myka had ever known - and she just didn't quite stand up to that memory.

Not that Myka had given Emily much of chance. Not that she'd given anyone. She had a hard time looking even Pete in the eye anymore.

But there Myka knew there was something that needed to be fixed, maybe more something inside of her than outside but that's exactly how she ended up in Emily Lake's apartment, waiting on the woman to bring her a cup of tea and staring at the cat.]

[mirabilis]

[ When Emily had opened the door, and saw the woman that was stood on the other side of it she wanted to shut it again, to run and hide. She didn't fear her but, based on what had happened to her the last time she'd seen her, she feared the possibilities. Particularly the chance that her life was in danger again, that she would be kidnapped or almost killed again. It had taken long enough to stop looking over her shoulder constantly about that after the last time, and she still had some suspicions and fears.

Thankfully for her though Myka had assured her that wasn't why she was here this time, although whilst Emily was making tea for the woman she also couldn't say that she was certain as to why the woman was even there.

She was procrastinating a little in the kitchen. The tea was made, cooling a little as she stood (paced, rather), and thought. Wondered. Worried. But she couldn't delay going back in there for too long - for some reason she had a feeling that Myka might search her out otherwise.

Finally, after taking a deep breath and trying to steady herself, clear out her head of any worries or concerns that she has about where the conversation could go, Emily picks up the tray containing the two cups of tea, carrying it back out to where Myka was sitting, and waiting. She set the tray down in silence, putting Myka's cup in front of her before sitting down herself. Her hands smoothed down her skirt once she was sat, a little nervous tell. Was she supposed to do something? Or know more? ]

I don't think I really know why you're here, or understand.

[ Emily remembered something that had been said to her, and about her the last time this woman had been here. Her partner had tried to say that she was H.G. Wells, which was ridiculous. That and this woman had thought she was someone else, at first claimed a mistaken identity. Which, if there was any other H.G. Wells (which she hoped, otherwise someone was definitely insane) she could... possibly accept. And hope would get sorted out. Though Emily hadn't been contacted by her bank about any fraudulent activity in her name, or any other company.

When Dickens brushed against her legs Emily reached her hand down to him, to try and bring him up on to the couch. Whilst she may absentmindedly pet him, it was more to keep him out of the way, to let them talk. To get him to sit, and sleep. And be of comfort to her ]

[thedetails]

[Myka didn't drink her tea right away. She stared at it for a long moment, because she didn't want to look at Emily. If she did she thought she might cry, and seeing Helena snuggling that cat warred too much inside of her.

But she had to keep reminding herself it wasn't Helena. Helena was dead. Emily Lake was just a woman who looked an awful lot like her.]

I, er. I came to follow up. Just to make sure you were okay and make sure... No one was giving you any problems.

[And to see her again. To hope that what shred of HG Wells was left was still safe. Emily Lake was a legacy, perhaps to no one else but Myka but it was worth seeking her out just to make sure.

Myka also hoped maybe, just maybe, it would bring her some kind of peace. Comfort her that while one life was lost, another had been saved.]

I know that whole thing was probably very traumatic.

[mirabilis]

[ There's a slow nod, and a false start. Emily had been about to answer her question, to confirm that no one had been troubling her when Myka had spoken again. The trauma.

For her to say that, to guess that the event had been traumatic for her said nothing to how Emily had actually felt, how afraid she'd been at the time and even coming out after it. She'd been taken home, her home had been checked but after that she'd simply been left, and she'd been terrified.

No one had known, no one from her life had know what had happened to her that day, and no one could. How could you simply tell someone that you'd been kidnapped, life put at risk and terrified for information that you didn't have, about a person that you weren't? She had tried, though. It had been hard getting back to her life, and even worse sleeping and she'd tried to find help, to find some peace back in her life and to break from her fear but she'd been unable to say it. No one had taken anything from her, no statement or anything, and she didn't even know who to contact - or if she could.

That was until Agent Bering had appeared at her door ]

Confusing, and terrifying.

[ Agent Bering knew the event, and no doubt more details than Emily did, and perhaps would ever know. But now she would know more - how she'd felt, and what had happened to the woman that had been left afraid and uncertain. Would they come back? The men hadn't been arrested, they'd left before the agents had arrived to take her home, leaving her there in the building alone, and tied to her chair. Leaving her not knowing whether she may end up dead ]

I kept wondering whether I would die. Or will. Are they going to come back? To try and get something from me that I don't have? I still don't fully understand what that was.

[ And that was perhaps the worst part. Not knowing. Being afraid because you simply didn't know ]

[thedetails]

[So there it was. The fear, and Myka had to look away for a moment because it was almost too overwhelming. She still saw Helena standing there, still connected that face to the face of a woman that had been her friend. And the look in her eyes was familiar; even if Helena had been filled with anger, Myka had been able to see the fear, too.]

No one is coming for you. I promise you that.

[Maybe it would be a small comfort. But the more she thought, the more Myka knew she had to come to terms with the fact that this was not Helena. She was Emily Lake and shared nothing with the woman Myka had known besides a resemblance and a love of literature.]

It was... Complicated. They thought you were someone else.