"Oh, dear! Will she be alright," cried Marie as Rebecca fainted.
I put my hand to her forehead, she felt a little clammy. "She'll be fine."
"Oh, good," she said relieved.
"So," I stood up, "where are we going now?"
"For you. I'm afraid that this is it. From now on I'll have to be the one to finish helping them."
"Are you sure that's a good idea," I asked.
Marie seemed surprised by the question, her blue eyes changed to yellow, silver, crimson, and then back to yellow. She smiled, "No, not really."
"Marie," I said placidly, "who is Elizabeth to you?"
"Come now, Kai your smarter than that."
"Yes, I know. But I wanna here it coming from you."
"Elizabeth…. Elizabeth is… Elizabeth is my… she's my… my… my eldest daughter."
"And you let this Comstock take her from you? I've known you a long time and I know you'd never let that happen. Unless you let the father keep her."
"She wasn't his child," she screamed, "I told him to let her go, let her go! But he wouldn't listen to me! Kept saying she is mine! Saying how he was her father and not DeWitt! I confronted Comstock and told him: She wasn't his! Yet he had to have her, didn't he! And that name: Elizabeth! I had named, MY daughter: Ana. Ana DeWitt. But he had to rename her!"
I stood there silent listening to Marie rant and confess to what had happened, "So you blame Comstock for what happened to Ana?"
"No," her voice was coated in bitterness, "I blame both Comstock and DeWitt! I can see everything that has or will ever happen. When I came looking for Ana, he tried lying to me about how she had been kidnapped but I saw the truth! HE SOLD HER! HE SOLD OUR DAUGHTER! I told him to go BURN IN HELL!"
"I'm sorry, Marie. I can't even image how you feel."
Her crimson red eyes, changed to lime green, "Thank for that. I should be going. And thank you. Both of you."
And with that she left.
