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Chapter 1:

It was by accident that Rosalind found herself separated from her brother. She'd wanted to see how far she could go into the future, she'd seen the 1950's through a tear, but now that she had the ability to jump through possibilities, maybe she could jump through time as well. Looking back, it was silly. She hadn't even researched or gathered any information before she attempted her experiment. And without Robert at that. He wouldn't have agreed with it, not without proper research. And maybe that would have been the best choice.

After Booker had been drowned before his baptism, they'd found themselves in Robert's old apartment. She could recall having the same one before she helped form Columbia. Of course, Robert didn't have Comstock to fund him, so he'd been stuck living in a dusty old house.

They'd suddenly discovered that they could interact with the world more then before. Her theory was that because Booker hadn't been alive to have Anna, then the events that led up to their "death" in 1909 never occurred. Of course Robert had pointed out that the fact that they were still together. And if Rosalind's universe had been erased, then she should have been erased as well. But she wasn't gone, she was still here. That implied that even though Booker drowned, Comstock still went on to exist somehow.

She was fine with that, Elizabeth was back with Booker and they were still together. What was the problem?

"If the events that lead to our death never occurred, then we can no longer jump." he explained. But they could, she discovered. They could still jump through possibilities and even into the future. But Robert was worried, he was sure that the ability would eventually blanch with time. "Don't jump anymore Rosalind." he said, "I don't want either us to be separated if the ability suddenly vanishes."

"Oh? And if I'm getting attacked by some street rat, I should let it happen instead of jumping to safety?" she questioned, she'd become far too accustomed to traveling anywhere at will. Robert only sighed in response, they both knew that wouldn't happen. She never went out, and when she did, he was always beside her.

"Just don't do it, Rosalind." Robert said firmly. And she'd agreed to listen to him, but on her own she continued to test her limits. And now, it seemed, she'd gone too far. She was trapped in this new place. It was a wasteland, not at all like the New York she knew or any she'd seen through a tear. There was absolutely nothing around but garbage and eradicated buildings.

With no other choice, Rosalind made her way through the city to Robert's house. A part of her was hoping that he'd still be there when she arrived. She didn't know how far into the future she'd gone, but they couldn't die, he should still be there. If he'd decided to stay in that dusty old house of his. "Of course he did." Robert loved his house and in the two years they had spent there after Booker and Elizabeth's reunion, he'd done nothing but restore it to a former glory that he seemed to think it had.

And because of that, the house was one of the only buildings that were capable of sheltering anyone from the outside world. The windows were unsightly, a big difference from the windows Robert had shined countless times. The paint on the walls had peeled and disintegrated, but the inside was almost intact, in fact it was just as she remembered it. "Robert!" she called. She waited for a moment for her brother to reveal himself and perhaps scold her for her asininity. She shouldn't have gone against his wishes, they weren't completely unfounded. But he didn't emerge from any room in the house, she was only greeted with saturnity.

She felt an unknown feeling. She'd been lonely before, in her days before Robert had joined her, but this was an entirely new feeling. Maybe she was scared. The idea that Robert was gone, along with all the other people of the world was just getting to her. She scanned the living room and sighed, maybe he'd gone out. If that was the case, he would return soon enough. She just had to wait.

While waiting, she looked through the living room. There were a few paintings that she didn't remember being there. It made since that Robert would continue to paint in her absence, but what surprised her was that the pictures were of her. If she recalled correctly, Robert never painted her. He'd ask her to pose in a rather tiresome position and they would spend the next few hours in the same position. Her holding up something and him painting a picture of himself. Yes, himself. He never painted her, never.

"I'm just testing constants." he'd explained, "You always pose for me, even though I never paint you." And despite how sore she tended to get when he did that, she would always pose. Maybe because she wanted to, maybe because she wanted to be there just in case he had decided to paint her. "It's not impossible." he'd laughed, "Just not likely."

She examined the paintings, all of them were of her. A few of himself and maybe 1 or 2 of… Booker and a young Elizabeth? Of course she was Anna now but… had they really posed long enough for Robert to paint them? It didn't seem likely, Booker still slightly remembered them and had told them to stay away after they'd gone to check on him. She looked at one specific painting, it was only half finished. It was a painting of herself and Robert standing together. They stood in the same wasteland that she was in now. She remembered passing the very same building in the painting. Under the canvas was a letter.

"Rosalind, should you ever return, you may find me at the New York's 'Last Eden' I'll be waiting. Like I always did - Robert Lutece. November 8, 1989." She gasped and dropped the letter. 1989? It had been 1895 when she'd jumped… It had been 89 years since she jumped and she'd never returned.

"If this note was written this year." she murmured. She had no idea when the letter had been written. It could be 2098 for all she knew. She began to search the house for more clues. She needed to know the date, once she did she would be able to calm down. If it was still 1989, then Robert would still be at the 'Last Eden', wherever that was. All she needed to do was find him.

0.o.0.o.0

New Lutece story. Because there are only a few of them on this site and that's totally not enough. This one is actually just Rosalind. Robert will only appear in journals or something and maybe if she reunites with him. I actually haven't decided if she will or not. I think there would be a lot more impact if she was left alone forever to think about her mistakes. But it would also teach her a lesson if she returned to Robert and everything was okay. Or maybe I'll leave it ambiguous for you guys to decide. Maybe…