For new readers, this story is based off of and is tied into several other pieces of mine. If you're not sure where to start, I'd suggest finding Bioshock Infinite: Unbroken, as well as its prequel Unbroken: Song of Sorrow and the continuation Unbroken: I'm Home. The beginning of this story also has roots in chapter five of Those Left Behind. Thanks for checking it out.

May 8, 1959

A labored grunt sounds as the stock of a Thompson slams into ice, the frozen chunk cracking but not giving way. So Comstock draws back his weapon again and lashes out, over and over until he's bashed his way through the ice that blocks their way forward. Chill, frigid air wafts through the man-sized hole that he cleared, Comstock heaving a sigh before glancing over at his companion, "Well… maybe that's the worst of it…"

Elizabeth stands several steps back from the hole, the roughhewn, leaking tunnel they'd just come from stretching off into the distance behind her, she just shrugging while rubbing her arms against the cold; they'd had to wade through knee deep water on the way here, and part of her skirt's still damp. She looks a little worse for wear, but all in all, Elizabeth looks to be holding herself together well enough. At least for now, Comstock sparing her one last glance before looking ahead.

Beyond the hole, the next room looks to be a freezer, the floor covered in ice while the walls and ceiling are made of solid concrete. Pipes and shelves run along the walls, and large fish and stalactites hang from the ceiling. And at the far end of the room is a large, metal door with a logo of a skating woman and the words 'Ice Princess', the only way out as far as Comstock can tell. The freezer looks to be abandoned, Comstock taking a careful step through the hole with his Thompson raised. "Let's move."

"Fine by me." Elizabeth quickly steps through after him, slipping around Comstock before heaving a deep, visibly frosted sigh, "So from a cave to a freezer..." They've been in hiding since the mess in Arcadia, and given where they'd gone to ground, Comstock can tell she's more than happy to get out of there.

Elizabeth carries the canvas satchel over her shoulder, though the off-white bag's carrying less in the way of provisions than it had been when they'd fled Arcadia; their supplies have dwindled some, Elizabeth and Comstock having to break into some of the baked beans and water. Cold, of course, neither of them able to find anything half decent to cook with. The shortwave and the vials they'd gotten from Langford are also carried in the satchel, and there hasn't been a single transmission over the radio since their escape, either from Ryan or Lamb.

What Elizabeth and Comstock found beyond the crypt in Arcadia had surprised the both of them; a cave complex that had been turned into some sort of facility, steel plates and grating making up walkways at some points, large brass pipes crossing the rough stone ceiling and the number of flooded areas giving the place a forgotten feel. And the lack of any signs of life only strengthened that sense, the caves being completely abandoned.

But what had been the most surprising find was waiting for them deeper in the caves; a small submarine, floating in a pool with a wooden dock leading to it; a way out, Elizabeth's expression going from one of weariness to cautious optimism, and even Comstock had picked up his pace some. Unfortunately, that hope was dashed shortly after they'd managed to pull the hatch open and climb inside. No matter what they tried, neither of them could power up the submarine, though Comstock did learn of Elizabeth's fascination with bathyspheres as she worked with the controls. Her best guess was that the submarine's engine had been disabled.

Comstock had barred the door from their side and slipped a bar of steel between the handles when they'd first come through the crypt, and so far there hasn't been signs of anyone forcing through. So Comstock figured it best that they lay low, taking time to rest while Ryan's pet can't follow. Elizabeth hadn't so much agreed as simply didn't object, the young woman worn out from their latest ordeal and not in any mood for conversation or argument.

But as the hours went on, it became increasingly obvious to Comstock that Elizabeth was not happy, though he couldn't tell if her displeasure was from their surroundings or their situation as a whole; Ryan, Atlas, Lamb and Gamma, and now the trio that had come after poses another problem altogether. That they knew Elizabeth was carrying Langford's vials is suspicious enough, and Elizabeth wants answers. She only begrudgingly accepted that they needed to stay hidden any longer.

"Ain't a stretch to figure what she's thinking…" Muttering quietly as he steps across the icy floor, Comstock gives Elizabeth a quick glance before looking back ahead; if anyone's behind those three in Arcadia, Comstock would guess that Lamb's as likely a culprit as any. "Can't imagine who else would want this stuff… only question is why… sending those bastards to steal from us when she's already getting it?" It doesn't make much sense, but then again, Comstock's learned that sense and Rapture don't usually go hand in hand these days.

With the meager artificial light down in the caves and no view of the outside world, it was nearly impossible to tell the passage of time past the first couple of hours. All Comstock is sure of is that if they stayed in those caves any longer, he'd be on the wrong side of Elizabeth's temper again, and it doesn't take much for him to draw her ire.

"Best I can tell, we've been hiding in there for a little over a day…"

"Really? Certainly didn't feel like it." Elizabeth speaks up quietly, her voice quiet but sounding plenty troubled. Aside from voicing her displeasure about hiding out in that forgotten cave, Elizabeth had kept to herself for the most part, staying quiet and keeping some distance between the two of them. And Comstock wasn't about to pry, leaving Elizabeth to her thoughts while keeping an eye out for Gamma or any of Ryan's goons.

"Yeah… best be shut of this place soon, last thing we need is you catching cold." That draws a scowl from Elizabeth, she stepping past quickly while Comstock grimaces at the hard look in her eye. "Guess I should've known… least we got some shuteye first…" It wasn't the most restful or comfortable, but sleep is sleep, even if it was on a bunch of wooden crates. "Alright, best get moving."

Elizabeth doesn't wait, the metal door sliding into the floor at her approach, and Comstock follows her through the open doorway with his Thompson held at the ready. But the next room is just as chilly and frozen over as the last, although it is a good deal larger; another of the Ice Princess metal doors stands across the room from where Elizabeth and Comstock stand, a metal stairwell ascends off to the left, and an odd machine with two stylized pistols on either side and a banner reading 'Power to the People!' is placed against an outcropping in the middle of the room's right wall.

"Well… don't mind if I do." Stepping over to the Power to the People machine while casting a cautious glance up the stairwell, Comstock looks it over for a second before grabbing hold on the lip of metal just above the 'Open For Business' sign, giving it a good tug and sliding the curving sheet up and back. It just gets more complicated from there, but in the end, Comstock walks away with an attachment that supposedly makes his Thompson more lethal. He's not sure how a chunk of metal down from the start of the stock to the drum clip and a few glowing, pulsating bits are supposed to cause the weapon to be more dangerous, but Comstock's willing to give it a whirl.

But as Comstock turns, he finds Elizabeth leaning against the cold concrete wall beside the metal stairwell, an absent, lost in thought look in her eye. It doesn't last long, though; Elizabeth looks up quickly as Comstock approaches, although she need a long moment for her gaze to focus on him. "Hmm? Ready?" Comstock nods, and Elizabeth starts up the stairs before he's finished, her heels clacking on the metal steps as she goes.

The next room up is just as rime-coated as the first two, though there's a pool of water directly ahead of the stairs, and the familiar jingles of a Gene Bank and Circus of Values machines come from deeper in the largest room yet. There are four more of the Ice Princess metal doors, but they're all at least partially frozen over or blocked by piles of snow. And after carefully moving through the abandoned freezer, Comstock spies a doorway and gate made up of metal bars, the same sort that they'd passed through when leaving the stairwell. "Must be the exit… but where the hell is everyone?"

"I don't know, but I suppose it's for the best." Elizabeth shrugs as she looks back to Comstock, the two of them passing the Circus of Values vending machine, "Workers seeing us come from inside the freezer and looking as we do, we're bound to draw attention to ourselves."

She's got a point there, Comstock nodding as they leave the frigid room and start down a still icy hallway, though it grows warmer as they go. But it's not until they pass through another pair of doorways and past a Pneumo tube and another Gene Bank that they escape the cold, ending up in a room with a couple conveyor belts on either side.

Taking a look around, Comstock spies a flickering neon sign above the door they'd just passed through, and a groan escapes him; the sign reads 'Fontaine Fisheries', and everything he'd read or heard of the man starts coming back to him. "Well, that explains a lot… Elizabeth, look."

"Oh… suppose that's why there's a tunnel into the back of the freezer…" Frowning, Elizabeth shifts the satchel strap on her shoulder before breathing a quiet sigh, "Wouldn't be any workers in one of Fontaine's businesses after he died, unless Ryan took over…"

"The caves must've been a hideout for the smugglers. Guess we know why the sub wasn't working... with that residency contract of his, I doubt he'd want someone finding a way out of here so easily…" Nodding, Comstock runs a hand through his white hair, "Sure as hell glad the place was abandoned, smugglers ain't exactly the sorts we want to run into. Must mean we're in Neptune's Bounty..."

"So… now what?" Turning to face him, Elizabeth touches the satchel before continuing, "Lamb will be wanting these materials from Dr. Langford… it would be easy enough to contact Lamb and drop the case into the Pneumo tube…"

"Lamb..." Scowling, Comstock shakes his head quickly, "Don't know about you, but I'm not partial to giving that woman a damn thing." Surprisingly, Elizabeth nods without hesitation.

"You're right… we can't trust Lamb. I've known that, but after what happened…" Elizabeth's voice trails off, a far off look appearing in her eyes for a moment before she continues, "Umm… ah, for all we know, Lamb's the one who sent those three after us. We need answers before just… handing these vials over…"

"You got that right. Let's get the hell out of here; never know when we'll have to deal with those crooks again, best get someplace safe before long." Starting down the dimly lit hall and away from Fontaine Fisheries, Comstock glances back to Elizabeth, "I know a place that's not far, a tavern, the Fighting McDonagh's. Went drinking there a few times with Sullivan."

"A tavern? And someplace that Ryan's Head of Security frequents?" The skeptical, incredulous tone in Elizabeth's voice also shows clear in her expression, her pace slowing noticeably, "Are you sure that's a good idea? I'm not sure it is… a tavern doesn't strike me as the best place to keep out of sight…"

"You'd be surprised, Elizabeth. Unless you have a better idea…?" Comstock doesn't know of anywhere else they might go, Neptune's Bounty having little beside businesses and wharfs. Heading to the Rapture Metro and just boarding the bathysphere's another option, but the question of where to would just be delayed until they got on board.

"I… I don't know, alright?" Elizabeth looks away as she crosses her arms, a shudder running through her body, "I just… wish I could see a way out of this. Lamb promised us an escape, but who knows if she'll keep her part of the bargain? If I could still see the doors, this wouldn't be…" Elizabeth doesn't finish, a deep, heavy-hearted sigh escaping her instead.

"It'll be fine, Elizabeth. C'mon." Continuing to the far side of the room and up to a door with a sun surrounded by waves motif, Comstock waits for Elizabeth to join him before stepping close enough for the automatic door to rise, the harbors, wharfs, fisheries and warehouses of Neptune's Bounty awaiting them on the other side. And unlike Fontaine's, the rest of Neptune's Bounty looks to be anything but deserted, "Shouldn't be too hard to get a room there, someplace we can figure out our next move or get some rest."

Elizabeth peers back at him for a second before nodding slowly, letting her arms drop to her side, "… alright, lead the way. I suppose the sooner we get there, the better."

Leading Elizabeth towards the Upper Wharf, Comstock does his best to keep the two of them as inconspicuous as possible. Still, there's enough workers roaming the area that it's impossible to remain entirely unseen, and Comstock notices more than a few glances sent their way, particularly at Elizabeth. And that sets Comstock on edge; no telling which of these fishery and harbor workers might be one of Ryan's men undercover or Atlas' revolutionaries. But then Comstock spies a pair of rough looking men with pins in the shape of blue butterflies on their shirts, both eyeing the two of them and muttering something to each other as they pass. "Perfect… Lamb's sure to know we're here now… dammit…"

Passing through the Upper Wharf and through the glass tunnel that connects Jet Postal and the Fighting McDonagh's tavern to the rest of Neptune's Bounty, Comstock grins as they step through the door; the smell of old beer and cigarette smoke comes from within the tavern, a scent that he's all too familiar with. But a quiet cough comes from his left, Comstock looking over to find Elizabeth bringing up a sleeve as she wrinkles her nose at the smell. "It'll pass, Elizabeth, just give it a minute." The scowl she throws his way draws a chuckle from Comstock, and he steps towards the bar while shaking his head, "Hey, I need a room, pal."

The bartender just nods and produces a key from beneath the bar, Comstock settling the bill with what little cash he has before handing the key to Elizabeth, "Stairs around back, by the restroom. Careful, there's a charge to use the privy… huh…"

Something catches Comstock's eye as he warns Elizabeth, a wry, lopsided grin tugging at his features; a trio of patrons are clustered around one of the barrel tables, cards and cash on the small surface. Poker, it looks like, "Elizabeth, best get some rest… I'll be making up the cost in the meantime." Elizabeth just rolls her eyes at that, taking the offered key and disappearing upstairs.

10:35 PM

"Room 6… here it is."

The plain white door slides open once Elizabeth turns the lock, though it doesn't do so without protest, and Elizabeth lets loose a quiet groan of her own as she steps inside; the room that Comstock had spent the majority of their funds to rent is sparsely furnished, the only furniture Elizabeth can see from the doorway being a dark, blue-green vinyl couch against the left wall and a standing lamp.

Moving deeper into the room and around the portion of wall that juts out from the right to provide some measure of privacy for what might be further inside, Elizabeth finds her initial impression is just about right; there's only a modestly-sized bed against the wall and just past the couch, as well as a pair of wooden standing shelves to break up the monotony of the reddish-brown walls. There aren't even any sheets on the mattress, only a plain white pillow and blanket resting atop it.

Finally, a green, brown and yellow carpet lays in the middle of the floor, the leafy and flowery pattern pleasing to look at, but it's nowhere near enough to distract from the fact that its resting on old, graying, creaking wooden boards. And the whole room is barely lit by the lamp and a bare lightbulb, directly over the rug and in the middle of the ceiling. Not exactly what she'd grown used to during her time in this underwater city, but Elizabeth has enough on her mind that she just wants to take a rest.

"Somehow, I doubt being resurrected by the Vita-Chamber made Comstock any better of a gambler…" She remembers all too well Booker's history with gambling, and Elizabeth can't imagine that Comstock's any better. "Wouldn't be surprised if we didn't have a dollar to our name by the time he's through… I just hope he has the sense to walk away before it gets to that…"

Mumbling to herself, Elizabeth trudges over to the bed and nearly drops face first onto the mattress, only the thought that Comstock could come through the door at any moment and see her like that letting Elizabeth catch herself long enough to turn and take a seat instead. And the moment she's on the bed, Elizabeth can't help but imagine how much better she'll sleep here than she did back in the smuggler's cave; any mattress at all beats wooden crates. But sleep will have to wait, Elizabeth setting down the satchel beside her.

Fishing the shortwave from the off-white canvas satchel, Elizabeth holds the radio with both hands while staring at the speaker. "I could always just… call Lamb. Confront her about those three…" But even as she considers it, Elizabeth shakes her head, discarding the notion; she just doesn't know enough about Lamb to guess at how she'd react, and unless Elizabeth's willing to withhold the genetic modifications and possibly make an enemy of the doctor, she just can't risk it.

But before Elizabeth can toss the radio aside and fall back onto the inviting bed, the shortwave crackles to life of its own volition, giving Elizabeth a fright and nearly causing her to drop the device entirely. The hiss of static fills her ears while she catches herself and clutches the radio to her chest, Elizabeth cautiously peering down at the shortwave. "Umm… hello?" Elizabeth cuts off her transmission quickly, wincing slightly as she realizes this might've been a mistake; radio transmissions aren't exactly secure, what if that's Ryan on the other end, or worse?

But her fears prove unfounded the moment she hears the other person's voice, a relieved smile spreading across her ruby lips. "You already know the answer to that question, Elizabeth. No need to ask in the first place." It's her own voice coming over the speaker, though after their last conversation, Elizabeth still can't be sure if the Voice is really using the radio or if she's just in her head.

"It's… it's good to hear from you." Still grinning as she says it, Elizabeth runs her fingers through her raven black hair before continuing. "When you say I know the answer… the answer to what?" A quiet scoff comes from the radio, Elizabeth sighing quietly; of course she knows the question, and the Voice must already know that she suspects Lamb's involvement.

"Those three who attacked you, Orrin, James and Catherine. They work for Lamb, the same as the two of you are. Seems she's not one to leave anything to chance, no matter who gets hurt along the way."

"The same as…?" Now Elizabeth's smile disappears, an exasperated groan escaping her in its place, "I would imagine they mean to take Lamb's promised way out… I suppose that means we have competitors now…" Sighing unhappily, Elizabeth glances towards the door for a moment, "… I'm guessing that Dr. Lamb doesn't see a problem with this either, pitting us against those three… this is Rapture, after all. All that 'greater good' business she was spouting must have been lip service."

"Yes… and no, Elizabeth." The Voice's response and the quiet tone of her voice perks up catches Elizabeth's ear, a sense of trepidation beginning to form as she focuses on the radio again, just as the other 'her' speaks up again, "Sofia Lamb is certainly not a typical denizen of Rapture. While she is intelligent and single-mindedly ruthless, she's also entirely devoted to her beliefs. Beliefs that run contrary to Ryan's and what he built Rapture for. She just lacks any qualms at all in pursuing her goals... in a manner of speaking, she no different than Comstock in that regard."

"Heh…" Listening to the Voice talk, the strangest thought occurs to Elizabeth, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the notion as the other 'her' continued. And that seems to put off the Voice, her tone growing a touch worried. "Oh… sorry, I just came to a realization of sorts… that you're the only person I can really talk to… and you likely don't even exist!" For some reason, the absurd thought is almost enough to make her cry, a hint of tears gathering at the corner of Elizabeth's eyes.

And the Voice doesn't respond immediately, allowing Elizabeth a moment to compose herself some as she brushes away the tears. "Elizabeth…"

"Who in this entire sunken, insane city can I confide in? Comstock?!" Frustration begins to creep into Elizabeth's voice, the feeling of helplessness and insecurity that's been building and bottled up within her since escaping Hephaestus finding release, "Not very well likely. I haven't been able to talk to anyone like this, not since…" Her voice trails off, Elizabeth breathing a dejected sigh as she thinks back to a certain fiery redhead who'd briefly travelled with her and Comstock.

"Elizabeth… I'm not really…" The Voice falls silent after a moment, returning after a moment and sounding significantly more sure of herself, "You'll get through this. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for; you survived Columbia, even with the odds stacked so heavily against you and Booker…"

"That wasn't me!" Elizabeth grits her teeth as a flash of anger surges through her, "I remember all of it… but that wasn't really me; that was the other Elizabeth! The real Elizabeth, the one Booker came for and brought home… I'm just a… just a genetic duplicate." Despite the cooling anger and sense of frustrating helplessness, Elizabeth manages a dry, humorless laugh, "I'm a fake… fitting, I suppose, a fake Elizabeth to go with a fake Booker…"

"That's not true…" The Voice is quiet now, sounding almost apologetic as she speaks, "You might be her copy, but that doesn't make you any less real…"

Eyeing the radio, Elizabeth shakes her head slowly as she sniffles, fresh tears threatening to roll down her cheeks, "Thank you for saying that, but… it's the truth. I… we, the real Elizabeth and I had hoped to find Booker once our business in Rapture was finished, but… but I can't go home, not anymore…" It feels as if she's pouring her heart out to herself, the Voice likely just a part of her damaged psyche or a delusion entirely.

"If this is just some cosmic joke, then the universe really does have a sense of humor… and it's a terrible one, at that." Finishing with a dejected sigh, Elizabeth wipes at her teary eyes, not wanting to look as if she's been crying should Comstock decide to come through that door now.

The silence stretches on, and Elizabeth can't be certain if the Voice has disappeared on her or not, but she doesn't have the strength to say any more. But after a minute, the radio crackles again, the Voice solemn and quiet; seems that at the very least, the other Elizabeth isn't about to abandon her, "Elizabeth… I'm not really here, but… I know that the… 'real' Elizabeth would have faith in you. That Booker would too, and they'd be proud of you. You know that, as well as I." Elizabeth just stares at the radio, more than a little surprised at the Voice's words; that's a hell of a lot more faith than she has in herself. Just what does this other Elizabeth know, or what is it that's buried in her mind that she just can't remember?

"But… Elizabeth, you don't have time for this."

"Huh?" Blinking, Elizabeth's alert in a flash, her gaze turning to where the door is, "What…?"

"Trouble." A crash comes from outside, likely from down in the tavern, "Like that."

"What's happening?" Climbing to her feet, Elizabeth holds the radio and pulls the satchel's strap over her shoulder, "Is it… is it the Big…?"

"No. You and Comstock drew some unwanted attention on your way here; four of Atlas' thugs are coming." Elizabeth can hear the distaste in the other's voice as she says the name 'Atlas', "They're looking for Comstock, heard tell that Atlas had a score to settle with 'DeWitt'. They haven't told anyone else yet, but if they get away…"

"Then Atlas will be coming after us with everything he's got…" Her voice is hushed as she finishes, Elizabeth's eyes growing wide, "Then… then what do I have to…?"

"Break into room 5, you'll find something useful in there… but after that, you'll be presented with a choice; save Comstock by killing, or help and trust him to save you." The Voice is quiet again, the other Elizabeth sounding unhappy about the choices.

"I'll… I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Room 5, right?"

"Yes." The Voice answers quickly, Elizabeth heading out the door as quickly as she can, "And… good luck, Elizabeth." Elizabeth silently thanks the Voice for that, though she's all alone again.

Room 5 isn't hard to find, nor is it hard to pick, Elizabeth using a hairpin to pop the lock and slip inside. What she finds there, though, surprises her; it looks to have been turned into a sort of evidence room, papers, boxes and reels of film filling the room.

But what stands out most is tucked away in a corner of the room, out of the way but in plain sight; a small revolver and a glowing red bottle with a hypo stabbed into it. And Elizabeth blanches at the sight of the needle, painful memories coming back to her in an instant. "Well… I suppose there's no time to waste…" Picking up the revolver and tucking it into the waist of her skirt, Elizabeth hesitantly fills the hypo with the glowing red Plasmid and pulls it from the bottle. The moment she spies the sharp point of the needle, Elizabeth's hesitation turns into full on anxiety, the memory of that spike that had been shoved into her spine in Comstock House coming to her in full, vivid detail.

It takes the sound of grunts and another crash coming from outside to spur Elizabeth on, she putting the needle to her wrist, closing her eyes and pushes it in while depressing the plunger. The pain from the needle is like a white hot sliver, but what comes after is far, far worse; her skin begins to feel like it's on fire, only for Elizabeth to open her eyes to see patches of her hands and arms glowing red and orange. It's all she can do to suppress a scream as the Plasmid rewrites her genetic code, and when it's all over, Elizabeth collapses against the wall, panting.

The sounds of fighting don't give her time to rest, however, and Elizabeth weakly pushes herself to her feet. "Guess I've got to save my would-be protector…" Stumbling out of the room and towards the stairs, Elizabeth catches herself on the banister that's halfway down the corridor and overlooking the bar, "Well, speak of the devil…"

Comstock's below, fighting the four thugs the Voice had mentioned, and it isn't looking good; he doesn't have his Thompson or shotgun on him, and they've got him backed up against the wall. Broken furniture's scattered all around. And that's when Elizabeth makes her choice, holding up her hand and snapping her fingers, the wooden beam above the attackers' heads bursts into flames. "Hey!"

"Get the broad!" One of the thugs shouts as he swings at Comstock, and two of the others break off to come charging up the stairs. But that's where Elizabeth's hastily made plan falls apart; they're much faster than she expected, and by the two disfigured Splicers are already up the stairs by the time she's drawn her revolver. And to make matters worse, they're also armed, Elizabeth snapping off a shot while running back into the makeshift evidence room.

What comes next is a blur; exchanging gunfire, Elizabeth quickly runs out of ammo, and Atlas' goons come rushing into the room after her. She only manages an escape by pushing over a pile of newspapers and film reels onto one of them, but the last thug is hot on her heels as she sprints out of the room and towards the stairs. And as she approaches the railing above the bar again, that's when she sees Comstock come barreling up the stairs, just as the thug grabs her by the shoulder. But between his grabbing her and their momentum, Elizabeth and the Splicer end up pitching over the railing, time seeming to slow as she falls and Comstock futilely reaches for her. A broken chair leg awaits them on the floor below, Elizabeth's life beginning to flash before her eyes.

But it doesn't turn out to be so futile; the Splicer's thrashing caught on the railing for a moment, arresting their fall for a second, and Elizabeth feels a strong, vicelike grip on her leg. Comstock, Elizabeth dangling from his grip as the Splicer's impaled on the broken chair leg. "Thanks…" Upside-down and being held by one leg, Elizabeth can't help but blush as she realizes how ridiculous she must look right now.

"Don't mention it." Comstock grunts, pressed up against the railing as he struggles to pull her back up, "Let's just… grab our things and get the hell out of here." Elizabeth's blush deepens as Comstock pulls her up a little more and hooks his free arm around her other leg, she keeping a hand pressed against her skirt to keep it in place, "Once I've dealt with the last fella… got some winnings on the table, get us something to eat once we're shut of this place."

"S-Sure thing…" Right now, almost anywhere else would be preferable to Elizabeth.

Author's Note: So they're back among the living, with all the dangers that entails, but at least Elizabeth isn't entirely helpless anymore. For the record, she has the Incinerate! Plasmid and a basic revolver, not too powerful but better than nothing. Not a lot else to say about this chapter, although, just how mortified do you think Elizabeth would be, hanging upside-down from the tavern's second floor?

As usual, I need to give this another look over for any issues I might've missed, but I'll get to that when my eyes are fresh. Feel free to let me know if you catch something that I miss, or if you have anything to point out about the chapter. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.