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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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21 June 2015 | 19th Century London

Helen finds a door back home, her true home, and drags Nikola along for the ride.

IN PROGRESS
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No other way to describe it. Being stuck here was just downright unacceptable.

He'd been here for what seemed like forever, but in reality was no more than thirty minutes, prowling through the halls, trying to find out just what was going on. He has places he'd rather be - out there, tracking down Magnus, seeing just what trouble she'd gotten herself into this time.

He'd watched the Sanctuary blow up, and seemingly Helen went with it. But he knew her, and he knew her back up plans. She would be fine. Now just came the fun part of trying to track her down, somehow. He'd even make a game of it.

But he couldn't do any of it here. Fed up after only a short time, he flopped down onto a nearby chair, obviously sulking about things. He hated it when things didn't go his way.
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113 years of isolation and hard work seemed to have paid off in the form of this beautiful facility and the realization of a pipe dream to have the Sanctuary network completely unfettered by any government. They were well and truly independent, able to operate as they saw fit, and were a neutral safe haven for any and all Abnormals who might come to them.

It was the one thing that Helen's father had always wanted and now, long after her own life should have been over, had been achieved by his daughter. She had ever been her father's daughter and this seemed like the culmination of his work and a gift that she only wished he could see for himself; Helen missed him every single day.

Now that everything was in place and running smoothly, it was time to reveal this surprise to those she held dearest. She had already said her goodbyes to most people and planned only to introduce a very few into her new life - Will, Henry, Kate. Will was first, of course, as her protege and Helen was nervous for the first time in a very long time. Would he be able to forgive her? Would he understand her need for secrecy and subterfuge, would he be able to forgive the seeming betrayal and embrace her once more? Helen didn't know. She did not know how many times a person could flip sides without losing another person's trust irrevocably and she hoped that she hadn't gone too far this time.

She took in a deep breath and pulled open the door that led to the surface, ready to welcome Will down to her new Sanctuary and, hopefully, his new home but instead of a dingy Old City street, she saw the soft carpeting and low, warm lighting of what appeared to be a hotel. Helen had experienced a great many strange things in her life but she had never opened a door expecting one thing and found another thing entirely. Was it some sort of Abnormal creating an illusion? She had, in fact, experienced a very in-depth hallucination within the last year that made her think she had a whole other life but even that illusion had held to the rules of logic in some ways. This was not logical at all.

Leaving the door propped open so she could still see a sliver of her old world behind her, she pushed into this new world, determined to find out just precisely how it was that her Sanctuary led to this hotel that she'd never seen before. Perhaps it would be better if she were armed but one could never be in a perfect position for adventure, could they?

Nothing to do but press on.

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