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16:52, aboard the USG Ishimura, docked on The Sprawl
"Isaac... Isaac..." The voices called for Issac, wanting him to believe, wanting him dead. He sat down in the Engineering area lost in memories, and thoughts. The consoles no longer worked, the ground was stained with a blueish goo. The walls, where he knew the drawings, knew the blood and guts rested, were covered in white. White, the color of purity.
White was the last thing she wore, wasn't it? He could remember her so clearly, so painfully. Her smile, her hair, the way she laughed when he said how beautiful she was. But then the other memories broke through, of the Marker's Nicole. She wasn't Nicole. She couldn't be. That Nicole, the one that wasn't real, hurt him, tore at him. Telling him it was all his fault, making him believe that everything was wrong.
Isaac could hear that Nicole's voice now, she was telling him all she wanted was to be with him. Make us whole, make us whole... She was sobbing it, pleading it. "You're not Nicole." Issac stood and cried, into the empty Ishimura. "YOU ARE NOT NICOLE!" He was screaming it now, matching the tears, and the volume of his dead lover's cries. Isaac fell to the floor now, his mask off, the tears washing the blood and dirt from his face.
Nicole was no longer crying, she just stood there in front of Issac. She knelt down beside him as he lay, and Issac could feel her slipping softly into his arms. There she was in his arms again... Nicole was stained with blood, broken, and dead. But she was in his arms, and nothing Isaac Clarke did would stop the Marker from presenting him this apparition. As she lay with her head against his chest, he felt himself drifting to sleep. He began to enter his nightmare, and Isaac heard Nicole's mantra one final time... "Make us whole, make us whole, my Isaac."