question:  What would be the worst thing for Helen to do next?
context: Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look at them. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. He hadn't really wanted to fight, only to smash back, and now it was too late for that. "Then what are you running from, if not me? Once the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as he watched from the street, that his quarry would not go out again that night. If he had met with a fatal accident at that point, there would have been nothing on his body to identify him. Roulette...? Each time it happens, there's a ... well, there's no experience to match it at a thrill-mill." Gabe Lockard was in no condition to drive the helicar. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the young man by the light of his minilume, almost as if she weren't there at all. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. He pulled her away from the wreck just a moment before the fuel tank exploded and the 'copter went up in flames.
output:  continue living her life with her husband
options:  divorce her husband  try to find the real Gabriel Lockhard  continue living her life with her husband  play zarquil