Booker awoke to the sound of a train screeching to a halt. He looked outside and saw a small seaside town. It was much different than New York City. In the city, buildings were several stories tall and here most didn't even have a second floor. As he got off the train he took in a deep breath, tasting the fresh salty sea air. He let out a big sigh as he exhaled. It was late at night and pouring rain. He felt like a drink. He made his way into town and found the local pub. He took a seat at the bar. He was about to call over the bartender when he heard "Can I buy you a drink?" from behind him.

He turned to see the man from his office sitting next to him. "Sure" Booker replied "I'll just have a beer".

"Splendid!" said the man turning to the bartender.

"How'd you know to find me here?" Booker asked.

"Just a hunch," said the man mockingly. Booker understood now. They probably smelled the alcohol on his breath back in his office. Way to make a first impression, Booker thought.

"You know, I never got your name" Booker asked.

"My name isn't important right now," He curtly replied. "What is important is that we get to down to business. Now, listen carefully as you mustn't forget what I am about to tell you."

Reluctantly Booker leaned closer.

"You are you retrieve a girl locked away in a tower and bring her to New York," the man explained "Upon your return all your debts will be paid in full."

Booker laughed. "So, you want me to be prince charming and rescue Rapunzel?" He chuckled to himself "What, is there a dragon too?" This guy is obviously leading me on, Booker thought. This job was ridiculous and even if it was real, why him? Booker ordered another drink.

"While I find your joke quite amusing Mr. DeWitt, I am quite serious. Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt."

Booker chuckled again and asked "So, where exactly is this tower of yours?". He half expected the man to tell him this was all a joke and send him home.

The man looked at him and said "We will take you to a lighthouse, just off the coast. There, you will be taken to your destination."

Booker looked at the man, not sure if he was serious or not. Booker decided not to question him, as he was paying for his drinks. Booker decided to milk this opportunity and order another drink as he asked "So, who exactly is this girl I am finding?" He took a long drink from his beer and then turned to the man, who sat looking at him disgusted.

"The girl's name is Elizabeth," responded the man.

"What does she look like? I gotta be able to recognize her, right?" Booker laughed and his words began to slur.

He man produced a photo from his jacket and handed it to Booker. Booker looked at the picture of a little girl holding a bird doll. "This is from several years ago, but I assume she looks similar enough you could recognize her." The man pulled what appeared to be a post card from his jacket and handed it to Booker. "And this is where you will find her," he said, pointing to a large golden statue on the card. Booker was now on his fourth drink now, and was beginning to to feel the full effects of the alcohol. He could barely make out the picture. "Looks like an angel," he whispered before slapping the mans shoulder and laughing. "She an angel too?" he asked as he continued to laugh.

That was the last thing Booker remembered before his awoke to the sound of thunder. He quickly woke up and looked around sporadically. He was on a small boat with the twins from his office. They wore full rain gear and the man was rowing towards what appeared to be a light house. "Ah, it appears your friend has awoken" the woman remarked sarcastically.

"Hey, where am I?" Booker yelled to them.

"You are on a boat, Mr. Dewitt" the woman smartly replied, not turning to look at him.

"Yes, I meant how did I get here?"

"You passed out last night from over-consumption of alcoholic beverages," replied the man.

"Yes, he has quite the drinking problem," the woman added.

"Quite,"

These two are getting on my nerves already, Booker thought to himself. The woman handed him a box labeled Booker DeWitt 7th Cavalry. How did they know he was in the 7th Cavalry, he wondered. He decided to let it pass. He opened the box and inside was the picture of the girl and the tower, as well as the coordinates for New York, some odd silver coins, a card with three symbols on it, a large brass key, and a pistol. Booker took the pistol and put in his holster for safe keeping. In the rush to get here, Booker completely forgot his trusty revolver back in New York.

"This will have to do," he muttered to himself. He put the rest of the items in his pockets and closed the box. He looked up just as the woman said "We've arrived."