Note: Updated! I reworked the ending to flow better, and tweaked a few things here and there throughout the story. If you already read this, you may want to read the ending again.

Booker felt water gently flowing under him. He opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the sun beating down on him. Through his squinted eyes, he could make out two figures standing a few feet away. He could barely make out what they were saying.

"Do you think he'll wake up soon?"

"I do hope so."

"This insipid waiting is pointless, dear brother. We should just leave him to his fate."

"No, after all we've put him through he has a right to know the truth."
"We did nothing! It was all his doing."

"Come now sister, our role in Mr. DeWitt's story was far more significant that you think."

Booker started to sit up. "Hey... where am I?" he called to the arguing twins.

They both turned to look at him. The man smiled. "Ah, Mr. DeWitt! So good of you to finally join us."

As Booker's eyes adjusted to the light, he realized who these two were. "You two..." he said surprised. "What are you two doing here?"

He looked around, and realized he wasn't in Columbia anymore. "Where is here?"

The woman laughed. "You don't recognize it?" she said with a smirk.

Booker's head began to hurt and his vision blurred. "Wait... I remember..."

"What do you remember?" the man said encouragingly.

"I came here... after Wounded Knee. I was looking for..."

"Come on now, time's a wastin!" a voice behind him called. Booker heard soft humming behind him. He turned around to find a circle of men surrounding a priest, humming church hymns quietly.

"Why were you here?" the male twin asked.

Before Booker could answer, the priest called to him again. "Are you ready to have your past erased? Are you ready to have you sins cleansed? Are you ready to be born again?"

The priest held out his hand. "Take my hand!"

Booker felt himself walked forward towards the priest and the humming congregation.

"Are you ready to be born again?" the priest asked him as he approached.

"I am" Booker answered firmly as he took the priest's hand.

"Do you hate you sins?"

"I do."

"Do you hate you wickedness?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to clean the slate, wash away all that you were before, and be born again in the blood of the lamb?"

"Yes!"

"Jesus!" the priest called up to the heavens. "Wash this man clean! Father, make him-"

Booker suddenly felt like something was wrong. "Stop it..." he whispered. The priest did not hear him, and continued with the baptism. "Stop it!" Booker yelled as he pushed away from the priest, who handed him in surprise. "Out of my way!" Booker growled as he pushed his way out of the circle. He felt the priest grab his shoulder.

"Wait, brother!" he said in dismay.

"Get off me!" Booker shouted as he pushed the priest off. He tripped over a rock and stumbled forward before falling down into the shallow river. He quickly got up and turned around, but the priest and the humming men were gone.

"You didn't go through with it," a voice behind him said.

He whipped around to find himself staring at the twins again. "What the hell was that?" Booker said in anger.

"Your past," the woman answered smartly. "A rather troubling one at that."

"You don't know me!" Booker retorted, still glaring at them.

They looked at each other. "She certainly took this a lot better than he did," the man said.

Booker's eyes widened. "Elizabeth..." he whispered.

"Ah yes, the girl," the woman said to Booker. "It seems he hasn't forgotten her just yet."

Booker's eyes narrowed. "Where is she?" he growled. "Take me to her!"

The man chuckled. "All in good time, Mr. DeWitt."

The twins walked towards a small wooden shack. "Hey, where are you going?" Booker yelled after them. They didn't respond.
"Hey!" Booker shouted as he ran after them. They open the door and walked into the shack. Booker grabbed the door and threw it open, only to find himself in his New York office.

"And what of my debts?" Booker heard himself ask.

The twins stood at the door. "Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt," they said together.

"What are we doing here?" Booker asked in frustration.

"Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt," they repeated.

"That was the deal, I know, but she's not here!" Booker responded.

"Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt,"

"Why do you keep asking-" Booker started to say, but stopped when he heard a cry from the back room.

"What what that?" Booker said as he walked towards the back room.

He opened the door and saw a small crib in the corner. "What..." Booker mumbled as he walked over to the crib. Inside was a small squirming baby with bright blue eyes and dark hair. It smiled when it saw him. "What is this?" he asked himself. "There was no baby..."

He turned to see the twins standing in the doorway. "There was no baby!" he said excitedly. "Even if there was, I sure as hell wouldn't give it over to you!"

The twins continued to stare blankly at him. "Say something!" Booker cried.

The man answered his plea. "DeWitt, time is running short. Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt."

Booker felt himself pick up the baby, who reached out to softly touch his face. Booker looked into the baby's innocent eyes. "No..." Booker whispered.

He felt himself walk towards the twins. "No..." Booker whispered, louder this time.

The saw himself hand the baby to the twins. The man accepted the baby. "The debt is paid, Mr. Comstock washes you of all your sins."

The door slammed shut in Booker's face. "No... no no no!" Booker heard himself shouting. He pushed open the door, and found himself in an alley. He saw the twins and another man standing in front of a portal. The mysterious man was holding the baby.

Booker started running towards them. "Hey, the deals off! You hear me? The deals off!" he began yelling. The three turned to see Booker charging at them. "Quickly, through the portal!" yelled the male twin. He and his sister hurried through the portal. Booker grabbed the third man's arm and began pulling. "Give her back, you son-of-a-bitch!"

The man turned to look at him. Booker recognized the man's face. "Comstock..." he whispered. Comstock pulled away from Booker and stepped through the portal. Booker grabbed his arms again and tried to pry the baby out of his hands. "Shutdown the machine! Shut it down!" Comstock yelled.

"No, no no no! Ana! Ana!" Booker began yelling.

"Shut it down now!"

"Give me back my daughter!" Booker screamed as Comstock pulled away from him. Booker saw little Ana looking at him, her blue eyes filled with fear and confusion, as the portal closed and left him alone in the alley. He fell to his knees. "Ana... I'm sorry..." he whispered.

He walked in the rain back to his office. As he walked over to his desk, he looked at the door leading to the back room. Booker walked over and placed his hand on the doorknob. "She's gone, Mr. DeWitt," a voice behind him said. "Ana's gone."

He looked at his hand, still with the brand AD. "Ana... DeWitt," Booker whispered. His head hit the door as tears began to well up in his eyes. "My daughter..."

"You shared this room with your regret for nearly twenty years." said a voice behind him

He turned around and saw the twins standing by the door, watching him. His office in shambles. The windows were boarded up, the wallpaper was peeling off, and all his furniture was gone.

"Until one day," the male twin continued "a man came to you and offered you chance at redemption..."

"A chance for you two to be together again" said his sister.

The twins turned and looked at the wall across from Booker. A flash of light emerged from the wall and a portal appeared. The twins stepped through the portal.

Booker stared incredulously at the portal. "Wait, where are you going?" he called after them. They could not hear him as they stepped through the tear. "Hey! Come back!" Booker shouted as he walked towards the tear. He grabbed the man's arms and pulled. "I still want answers!"

The man stuck his head back through the portal and said "And you will get them, Mr. DeWitt."

Suddenly Booker was pulled forward into the portal. He was blinded by a bright light as he passed through the portal. He felt weak and his head began to throb. He felt himself fall onto a hard and wet surface.

"I told you it would work," he heard a voice say, tauntingly.

"We already know IT works; the question is: will he?" a woman's voice replied.

Booker opened his eyes. His vision was still fuzzy, but he could make out two figures, clothed in rain gear standing over him. One of them was holding his hand, but Booker was too weak to pull away from their grasp.

"Hmm, do you suppose he branded himself as some form of penance?" said the one of the right.

The one of the left did not answer, and continued to analyze Booker's hand.

"I don't see the point. What's done is done. What's done WILL be done," the one on the right continued as he stood up. "I suppose it is his hairshirt, as he is ours."

"Bring us the girl... and wipe away the debt..." Booker began to mumble before his blacked out again.