It was just like being back in the other world; only somehow worse. Booker could not only hear Elizabeth screaming, but he could SEE her on the other side of the glass, with those damn doctors hovering over her like vultures. The glass was too thick to shoot through, and he didn't have any heavy ordnance to blow it open. Even if he did, he didn't want to hurt her...hurt her like they were already doing...

The blood boiled beneath his skin. His veins stood on end, and a noise unlike anything anyone alive had ever heard was building in his throat. "Yes, that's the way. Use your anger to draw forth his power!" the tall man's voice murmured in his ear.

"DeWitt! Let it all go!"

"There is no holding back now!"

"Release your rage!"

"I...can...feel it..." And with a roar, Booker fell.

The sound shattered the glass of the booths on either side of the operating chamber. Dr Powell shouted for the guards as the ripples of energy in the center of the room subsided. Booker was visible only for a moment, with the shadow of a beastlike figure possessing four massive arms attached to its back looming behind him, before he lunged at the leftmost terminal.

He spared not a glance for the scientist trembling in fear, but pulled the lever down so hard that he forced it out of the slot and sent it skidding away.

At the sound of another scream from Elizabeth, Booker's new shadow let out another bellow and hurled itself and its host to the other machine. The scientist there attempted to stop DeWitt from interfering, but he brushed him aside furiously, forcing him into the wall and unconsciousness. Again Booker yanked at the lever, and again he ripped it from its socket. He tossed it to the floor as the screaming subsided.

Powell shouted for him to turn it back on, but his yells turned into panicked screams as the wall behind him was torn away to reveal a tornado in the distance and closing in rapidly. Booker attempted to brace himself by grabbing onto the remains of the machine with all six of his arms. The beast inside and behind him roared again in defiance, but despite their best efforts, the suction was overwhelming. The scientists were gone now, spiralling helplessly into the updraft. DeWitt's grasp weakened and then failed entirely. "ELIZABETH!" he yelled in panic as he was pulled away towards the howling tornado.

Just as he was inches away from being lost entirely, she managed to pull the tear closed. Booker slammed heavily into a wall and the power dissipated. They sat still, mere feet from each other, equally winded. Elizabeth was the first to speak, with a hoarse "Booker..."

"Hey, take it easy." he groaned, clambering to his feet and limping towards the operating chamber. He edged his way past the broken glass and was soon beside her. "I'm gonna get you up, all right? Nice and slow..." Putting a hand on her bare shoulder, he eased her upright.

"What was...what did you DO?" Elizabeth whispered.

"We can save that for later. I'm gonna get this thing out of you first; you ready?"