"So this is the Lady Comstock," I asked to no one.

"Apparently so," Kai responded.

"She and Elizabeth look nothing alike, apart from the brown hair. And it's not even the same color brown. Whoever this 'Comstock' is. He lies more than you and I do. And we get paid to lie. This so called 'Prophet' is, is nothing but cheap parlor tricks that you see all the time back home in New Orleans. It's obvious that Elizabeth is not his biological daughter."

"And? Your point being? You look nothing like your mother and father and your still there biological daughter," Kai stated much to my annoyance.

"Yes, that may be true, but I have my mother's face shape and body type. So I still reassemble my famiglia. And Elizabeth has no traits belonging to this Prophet and Lady Comstock. She reassembles more of Booker DeWitt and Marie. Now only if we could talk to Marie, we could get some answers."

"Come on," Kai said dragging me away from the picture of Lady Comstock.

"I don't like the look of that storm," I said.

"Neither do I but we still have a job to do. What I'm wondering why a graveyard?"

"I don't know why don't you ask the physic herself."

(The parts I skip will be in a Bonus Chapter towards in the end :D)

"You have got to be kidding me," I said looking at the two grave markers that read: Nightshade and Snake, "I swear I'm gonna kill 'er."

We picked up the shovels and started digging as Booker and Elizabeth finished fighting a "ghost" honestly there was nothing ghostly about her, she was simply in between.

"What is she," Booker screamed.

"I don't know…," Elizabeth confessed, "what am I?"

That's a good question, I thought.

"My god. Is she the source of my power," she asked.

"But what is she? Alive or dead," Booker said being directly behind us.

"Why do you ask 'what'," Kai said startling both of them.

"When the delicious question is 'when'," I said.

"The only difference between past and present…"

"Is semantics," I finished.

"Lives, lived, will live."

"Dies, died, will die."

"If we could perceive time as it truly was…"

"What reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed?"

"Like us all, Lady Comstock exists across time,"

Hmm, you're smarter than I thought, Kai.

"She is both alive and dead."

"She perceives being both."

"She finds this condition….," I searched for the right word, it's very hard to explain if you haven't experienced it yourself, "disagreeable."

"Perception without comprehension…"

"Is a dangerous combination."

"Look," Elizabeth called pointing at glowing footprints, "Footsteps."

"She goes to unfinished business."

The Dead's decisions are the one thing I'm always sure of.

Booker turned around and we left, going to the gate of the graveyard.