Set between the end of Bioshock Infinite and the beginning of Burial at Sea, so expect some spoilers.

Elizabeth has been wandering from reality to reality in an effort to break all of the repeating loops by killing every version of Comstock, still exploring all of her new found abilities that come with omnipotence. Every universe seems the same, the differences being so minimal, and her energy is starting to run out due to the difficult and monotonous task she has undertaken.

A Fortunate Encounter

Her shoes clacked softly on the wooden planks as she slowly traipsed to the next lighthouse, her head was fixed on the unsteady surface she was crossing, not out of caution but out of sheer exhaustion. Her eyes had lost the spark that they once held, now stared lifelessly as her mind processed all that she had done and all that she still had to do. The deep blue dress she wore was covered with filth and torn in several places, and stained with crimson in many more.

She felt the ground change as she arrived at the next lighthouse, the loose timber suddenly giving way to solid grey stone. She stopped at the base of the short flight of stairs up to the entrance, her gaze raised gradually to the top of the tower. She wondered how much longer it would take her to finish her mission, would she ever even finish? Now more than ever she needed some encouraging words from someone, suddenly realizing how silent it was without Booker. She missed him greatly.

"Come on Elizabeth" She muttered under her breath, pushing the thoughts of Booker back out of her mind and motivating herself to keep going.

She climbed the stone steps and pushed the door hard; the doors were always hard to open so she needed to put her whole weight into it. All of a sudden she found herself falling forward; there had barely been any resistance from the large, metal door. The land on the other side was completely different to anything Elizabeth had seen before, instead of a different city, another lighthouse, or any recognisable land, she was floating in a seemingly endless expanse of nothingness. She twisted her head around to see if the door was still open for her to go back, but all she saw was the endless white nothing that was all around her.

Panic began to rise in her chest, this wasn't something she had ever seen, she'd never ever thought about being trapped in a different world again. She tried opening a tear to escape but there was no success. The great white abyss seamed to stretch silently forever in every direction she turned.

"Hello..." She called as loud as she dared into the emptiness, her voice cracking slightly as the fear began to climb to her throat. There was no reply, not even an echo; it was as if even her voice was being muffled slightly. Elizabeth spun in place, desperately searching for anything in the void. She stopped spinning, suddenly aware that her feet were in contact with a solid surface. Looking down she saw no change in the endless white expanse, yet she was definitely standing on something. With no other options left, half expecting her foot to pass through empty air with her every step, she began walking.

As she stumbled along, she held her hands out in front of her, just in case there were more invisible surfaces. Elizabeth was startled when the tips of her fingers brushed against something at her head height. She slowly pressed her palms against the unseen object, finding a large flat wall; cool to the touch, extending both ways in front of her. She traced it down to where it met the floor at an edge, and was surprised to see a slight shadow extending along a straight line. She followed it with her eyes, noticing it met two others at a corner, as she stared the shadows became more defined, forming the outline of a large, rectangular room.

"Hello..."

The sudden whisper cut through the silence and startled Elizabeth, mostly because the voice was not just her echo. It was definitely a man's voice. All of a sudden the blank box she was standing in filled with colour, deep wooden browns and polished gleaming brass. She found herself in some sort of small library, at the top of a small raised staircase.

'Not just a library, my library' she thought, noticing the familiar book titles lining the shelves. She whipped her head round to look out of the large window that had been her only view of the outside world for so long, but saw only the blank nothingness she had been trapped in moments ago.

"That's right" Elizabeth sighed to herself "The tower's gone now."

"What tower?"

A chill worked its way up her spine; the voice was more than just a whisper now. Whoever he was, he was standing only a few feet behind her. Calling up all of her courage, Elizabeth hesitantly turned to face the unknown man. As her gaze rose to meet his she noticed the familiar striped slacks and the blue waistcoat, staring back at her were the deep green eyes of Booker Dewitt.

"Booker!" she cried, feeling a jumble of emotions well up in her chest.

"Who?" replied Booker, in a voice that clearly wasn't his? Elizabeth's heart sank, whoever this was, he clearly wasn't her Booker, she could tell by his eyes. The spark of life her Booker had always had was completely missing from the gaze of this one.

"Wh...Who are you?" she stuttered out at the man standing before her. "Why do you look like Booker?"

"I presume that this body is the Booker you keep referring to?" he replied "I simply assumed this form as it seemed to be the dominant image in your mind at the time, does it bother you? Would you like me to change it?" The strangers' voice sounded bizarre coming from Bookers mouth, it disturbed Elizabeth how Bookers usual accent had been replaced with the emotionless tone of this man.

"What... What do you mean 'assumed'?" she questioned. It seemed like a reasonable query to start with.

"I merely took the appearance of this 'Booker' as it seemed a calming sight to you, although now it appears that I misjudged that." The stranger replied, staying silent for a moment. "Ahh, I see now. This man is dead is he not?"

Elizabeth stood in shock, the frankness of his, no, its words, hit her deep. Booker was dead, the thought gave her chills. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure, but when she opened them, she was alone in the library.

'What's going on?' was all she could think, had the strain of all her killing finally overwhelmed her? No. It couldn't, she still had so much more to do. She couldn't give up now; she had to find a way back to her lighthouses.

"Do not be afraid Miss Elizabeth." The voice came from directly in her head. "I have had some more time to view the information you have presented me, and am perfectly willing to answer your questions. If you wish to leave then I shall gladly open the door for you."

"What do you mean?" she cried, she didn't like this feeling of not knowing, it felt like she was back in her tower. "What information have I given you? What are you?"

"You have been giving me Information since you arrived. I see every thought you have, even the ones you did not know you had. As for what I am, I cannot say. Before you arrived I was not even aware of my own existence, I only know as much as you do." The voice whispered in her head, it spoke surprisingly softly.

"Why can't I see you then?" she replied, feeling slightly awkward talking to no one, even though it wasn't the first time.

"I am forming a new body, as the one belonging to Mr Dewitt appeared to upset you." The voice answered, she was aware that it was no longer in her head, instead it sounded like it was moving around her. "But" It continued. "You do not appear to have read or learnt much in the way of human anatomy, so I am attempting to piece together what I can."

Before her eyes the body started forming. From where the voice had last sounded a tall, thin man stepped out of the air. He fixed his emotionless blue eyes on Elizabeth, only to notice her turned away, blushing.

"What is the matter, Miss? Is this form also displeasing?" He seemed genuinely ignorant of the problem, so she would be forced to tell him.

"The body is fine, but would you mind forming some clothes around it?" She met his gaze, making sure she didn't look down. She had killed many times, and was used to torture after her time in Comstock house, but Elizabeth had never had to deal with a man like this before.

"Ahh yes, so sorry" He clicked his fingers and was suddenly dressed in a loose white shirt and dark blue slacks. With his short, uncombed brown hair, he looked just like a male Elizabeth. "I did not realise that all humans wear these things."

"Well" She sighed. "Now that that's sorted..." She paused, realising something. "By the way, who are you?" She knew she probably should have asked this sooner.

"I do not know I'm afraid, as I have said, I was not aware of myself until a short while ago." He stopped to think for a second. "If you mean my name, you may call me whatever you like Miss."

"How do you know my name anyway?"

"Again, it is as I said, I saw it in your thoughts."

"And I don't suppose you know how you are able to do that either?" she said with her head in her hands, this was starting to get confusing, even for someone with supposed omnipotence. "You said you were able to open the door out of here yes?"

"Of course Miss Elizabeth" With that he walked to the nearest wall of the library and pushed with one hand. A section swung open, revealing the water and wooden paths she had been walking only a little while ago. "There you are."

She slowly walked towards the open door, afraid of any traps he might have prepared for her.

"I assure you Miss there are no tricks or traps." He spoke suddenly, giving Elizabeth a small fright. "But, if you would allow me to make a request, may accompany you?"

The question out of nowhere was quite a shock to her. "What do you mean? Why?"

"I have looked through your memories of the numerous other worlds you have passed through, and I am curious to see them for myself. I believe I may be of use to you as well." He explained directly. She thought she saw a small flash of sorrow in his eyes for a second.

She thought for a moment, if he was deceiving her or planning her any harm, why hadn't he done it already? Plus she knew her mission was a dangerous and lonely one, and she would be glad of some company, even from whatever this man was.

"Very well, you may come with me, but on one condition." She answered after several minutes. "Please stop looking through my mind."

"Of course Miss Elizabeth" He bowed slightly to her, but it only lowered his head to her height.

"Well, seeing as you believe you'll be able to help, and given all that you appear able to do..." She declared to him, smirking. "...I shall call you Abel until we find a better name for you."

"As you wish Miss" He replied, following her through the door. As they started the journey forward, the door closed softly behind them.