'Anna! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!'

Anna quickly got out of bed, checked her hair and headed downstairs. She ran over to her father and embraced him. 'Anna…..' Booker still couldn't believe it had come to this, all the fighting, all the bloodshed, he was finally reunited with his daughter.

Booker knew, knew that he ran a quiet secretive detective service in some sort of underwater city. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew. He had seen Elizabeth and Sally and Cohen and,-

It didn't matter anymore, he was with Anna, that was all that mattered. Elizabeth died, Anna lived, simple as that. He remembered seeing Sally on the news, refusing to comment on the rumors of an underwater city. Cohen hadn't released a single in a while, he was probably still stuck in that hellhole. How did Sally escape? How did an 7 year old figure out what the smartest minds couldn't? Did the smartest minds even bother to escape the underwater city? The more Booker started thinking about it, the more his head began to hurt. He had never been there, he couldn't. He died there, he remembered, he remembered Columbia too. In more detail, he remembered Comstock, Daisy, Songbird… But in the end, that didn't matter, he was with Anna now, that's what mattered.

'Dad, are you going to bring me to school?' Anna asked.

Booker thought about it a little, he nodded his head.

He made Anna eat breakfast and brush her teeth. He unlocked his car and opened the door for Anna 'Ladies first!' Booker said with a smile.

'Thanks Booker!'

…

Booker looked into Anna's eyes, for just a few seconds, he could see Elizabeth's eyes.

'Don't say that Anna.' Booker grabbed his door and closed it, a loud BAM confirming the door had indeed closed.

'Why can't I call you Booker?' Anna asked.

'Just don't.' Booker replied, eyes focused on the road. He couldn't look at Anna, not while being this fragile, he had to be strong.

Booker checked his watch, damn, he was going to be late.

He drove past a red light in a hurry.

'Dad?' Anna spoke, she was beginning to feel scared.

Booker just drove quicker.

'Dad?' Anna spoke again.

Booker almost ran over an elderly woman trying to cross the road.

'DAD!' Anna screamed.

Booker heard sirens. 'SON OF A,-' He hit his stirring wheel.

Booker stopped jamming the gas pedal, and instead decided to brake.

Two cops walked out of the patrol car and approached Booker's car.

Anna opened the windows.

'We're sorry! We're sorry!' Anna shouted. 'Sorry is not going to cut it, young missy.' Booker heard a cop say, detecting a British accent. 'Can we speak with your…Father I presume?' Anna leaned her head against the chair so that the officer could make eye contact with Booker. 'Sir, are you aware you crossed the speed limit?' Booker nodded his head. 'That's going to cost you sir!' Booker heard a pounding on his car window, the second cop was banging on his car window. Booker rolled it down. 'Now sir, if you could just tell me your name…' The cop on Anna's side spoke. Booker was looking straight at the officer that was pounding on his window.

'Tell me yours.'

'Excuse me?'

'TELL ME YOURS!'

Booker looked over at Anna, who was not sitting in her seat, Anna had vanished, and was replaced by a full grown woman. 'My, my, Booker. What a pleasure to see you again.' Booker's eyes widened. 'Oh, don't worry, we froze time. How's Eliza,- I mean Anna doing?'

'Get out.' Booker spoke, his voice calm and firm.

'Seems like we angered him.' The male spoke, leaning against Booker's window.

'Hate, hates, will hate.' The woman said.

'Love, loves, will love.' The man said.

'GET OUT!' Booker shouted. A white flash appeared before him, and car horns were heard again.

Anna was shaking him by his arm 'Daddy!' She shouted. 'It's okay, daddy's fine.' Booker tried to calm her and looked around him. 'Where are the cops?' Booker asked. 'Police?' Anna said. 'We didn't see any…'

The rest of the ride was a mild, Booker was quite stressed out about the Lutece's being able to find him again, but he should've known better.

He dropped Anna off at school and headed home, once there, he was going to make himself one huge sandwich, he deserved it.

He got home, headed to the couch and turned the TV on.

He was watching some sort of comedy show, the guy wasn't funny at all but it was better than anything else on TV.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

'Booker speaking.'

'Hello, is this mister DeWitt?'

'Yes.'

'Mister DeWitt, I'm afraid I have some bad news, Anna's gone missing.'

'WHAT!?' Booker shouted, this can't be real

'Before recess, Anna was saying that she finally met someone who knows everything. She usually displays this sort of behavior, as you are no doubt aware.'

Anna had some problems with imaginary friends. Stuff happens.

'What we were wondering, mister DeWitt, was if you knew this person? She was telling the class about someone called Elizabeth Comstock?'

Booker dropped the phone on the floor.

I know it's short, but hopefully you guys like the first chapter! I've got the whole thing sort of planned out already, phenomenon's in this chapter will be properly explained, so don't worry!

Please review, and let me know if I made any grammatical errors!

-Parogoxon