The last of light fades away, and I plunge into darkness. Thoughts of anger twist into confusion as I sit alone in this darkness. I had never felt greater remorse than I do now.
Znnnp!
I turn my head anxiously at the sound of the noise. The light is almost blinding. I squint my eyes, desperately trying to make out what the source of light is. As I walk closer to it, I begin to recognize it. The sides of the object are shaking, and in the middle appears to be a grey picture of a narrow hallway with windows on the left side and a row of seats on each side. My god, it's a tear! To where does it lead? To when does it lead?
I need to get in. I need to go anywhere but here. I take a deep breath, and step through.
This is very odd. It would appear I'm on some sort of airship, but this is too small to be an airship. I walk slowly down the aisle. The lighting is dim and offsetting. The seats are filled with strangers who are in very strange clothing. A woman farther down the aisle rises from her seat and turns to face me.
"Booker?"
Elizabeth! I run down the aisle and put my arms around her. I am ecstatic to see her, but the only words I manage choke out are, "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," she whispers.
"Where are we? When are we? How did we get here?" I ask, still very confused.
"We're over the Mid-Atlantic. It's 1960. After what happened at the church, I remembered my childhood. Remember how I said I used to be able to create tears? Well, I created a tear to where you never gave me away," she said, smiling at me.
"We don't have much time. This world is no paradise, I'm afraid. Take this and I'll meet you there," she continued as she handed me a large orange vest.
Elizabeth ran down the aisle and opened the door into another room. I could hear a lady with a southern accent asking a man if he needed anything. I could smell smoke. As I turn around, I see a man with a cigarette in one hand and a blue package with a red ribbon in the other hand. I take a couple steps in Elizabeth's direction, and then I hear men and women screaming loud enough to break glass, and the ground starts to shake.
