Glad that you guys were positive of the last chapter! I had hoped I didn't write up a pile of stinking rotten cheese, haha!

At this moment, Wallace believes that all the Little Sisters are gone. Whether that is true or not... we'll see ^_^

Anyways, onwards and... uhh... upwards?

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Revitalised

… don't think... memories... erased...

"Heeeellllllooooooooooo?" Wallace waved a hand in front of Green's port-lights.

… bond... Gatherers... Suchong... Alexander... thorough...

"Damn son. If tha's w'at it takes ta shut down a Big Daddy, I oughta be makin' cut out pics o'kids," exclaimed Wallace with mirth, as he rapped a knuckled on a port-light.

… Gatherers... Lil Sis...girl...

It dawned upon the Bouncer that the Gatherers, the 'Lil Sis' as Wallace called them, were little girls. Never had he felt such an intense emotion (granted, he hadn't been active for very long); so powerful, that he was sure that any physical pain he would have felt was nothing compared to the frown of a little girl – he would have been happy to die just to see her smile. No, not just little girls. His gut twisted, when he discovered this little one was missing... something, but he was certain his body would know when it finally found one. Surely it was the sense of longing he felt now, the drive which had set him aimlessly around Rapture.

His vision refocused, as his mind reconnected back into the world. Wallace was hovering in front of him, making a deaf sound; his auditory senses had shut down too apparently. His eyes lingered on the splicer; was a Little Sister's smile the same drug to him, as ADAM would be to Wallace?

Cooly, he rotated his drill slowly, and clenched his left hand into a fist. No, there is more to be done, so much... more...?

"So glad ya joined us, Green! Thought we lost ya there," Wallace turned to face Holloway; the woman still cradled the little girl, her sobbing coming to a stop. "Ya got some explainin' ta do, lady--"

"Me? ME?! You walkin' around with a Tin Daddy, and you want me to explain myself?"

Wallace snapped back, "Okay okay, so we all gotta lot o'catchin' up ta do. Sheesh lady. No need ta drive it in... eh? Alright then, since brutus here decided ta make... err, w'ats her name?"

"Anne."

"Okay, Anne – hello Anne!" Wallace gave a little wave, "Since she ended up cryin' her baby heart out, we'll go first, yeah?" Wallace took a pause, and chewed on pastry he found somewhere. "Righto, ya know me, Wallace, and this bad boy here is Green. Long story short, he's screwed up," Wallace paused to chuckle, amused at his own terrible pun, "Like utterly. Saved my life from Big Sis and others. Maybe he's missin' a Lil Sis so much, he's lost a few bolts in his noggin," he stopped there, conveniently missing out that Green was once Lee, a man he betrayed. "Yer turn."

"Anne..." Holloway let the little girl down. She was much calmer now, although is clearly trying to hide behind Holloway's legs, "... was brought here by Samantha. The... 'Big Sis' you're talkin' about. Sam still thinks I'm with Doctor Lamb... and still thinks more kids needs to be brought down. I ain't knowin' what happened to the Doctor," she paused, "But Sam's still doin' her mission..."

She traced her eyes towards the Bouncer, his neutral yellow lights turning to meet her gaze, knowing that her attention was on him. Green made no movement, no sound. Anne may not be a Little Sister... but seeing her upset, much less crying, was heart wrenching. He turned slightly, shining his lights directly onto the little figure; she ducked behind Holloway's legs even more, and Green felt a muscle in his heart(s) twist.

Holloway caught on, and her expression... softened. "I know a thinkin' man when I see one. Someone one not long ago showed me that," she paused, to ruffled Anne's hair, "C'mon out sweetie, Tin Daddy's a good guy." The little girl stepped out the shadows of Holloway's legs, but kept her chin low as she gazed at the Bouncer. She flashed a brief smile, before quicker hiding away again.

And Green felt... happy. That one little smile melted away all the troubles he had a minute ago. He couldn't help, but to moan cheerfully.

"He said the same thing," Holloway mumbled to herself, smiling just a little. "But Anne can't stay here. We gotta find a way topside."

"Well tha's all fine and dandy-like, but ain't ya forgettin', tha' Sinclair's sub is gone? Speakin' of which, who th' fuck is that?" Wallace pointed at an armoured figure lying face-down, behind the bar counter.

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"Shit. Never thought I'd be seein' this place," exclaimed Wallace, as Green stomped ahead into the atrium of Sinclair's Deluxe. "S'shithole really, but Sinclair's my hero. He knew how ta sniff out profit anyhow, anywhere."

Green grunted once, only mildly interested in this conversation. He wasn't even really sure why he needed to be here, but both Holloway and Wallace had begged him. Even if he couldn't hold Anne, just seeing her brought comfort, thus he was more than happy just to stay near Anne. This Sinclair had no meaning to him – and Lee's whispering memories triggered nothing in his mind.

"Who woulda thunk tha' Sam girl woulda save a dead Daddy when Persephone crumbled. Guess yer daughters still remember ya, ey?"

The Bouncer let out a deep, vibrating groan in annoyance, waving his drill at the splicer as he did so.

"Touchy."

They travelled a little further, stepping into a room. There was nothing extraordinary in this room, save what it mirrored the rest of Rapture; desolate, broken, the past haunting its present. The duo scavenged a few supplies; an EVE hypo, one medkit, and a bunch of snacks and cola.

"And Sinclair no less," Wallace continued, "Shit. I mean... damn, I knew Lamb was ruthless, but she wouldna do..." Wallace turned to Green momentarily, "Actually she woulda. Ahem..."

An awkward silence followed, as Green continued to stomp forwards, sending tremors to the rooms all around. But he was lumbering at a slow pace, annoyingly so for the splicer; the Bouncer's body refused move any quicker. The mind-haze did not lift itself when there was no urgency.

"Okay, ya go how ya wanna go," the splicer finally sighed, moving ahead, "I figure, if we looked hard enough, we can find some kinda... blueprint or somethin'. I know Sinclair. Workin' on them Vita Chambers is a sweeeeetttt deal, and he's sure ta take a cut o' it, whether Ryan knew or nah."

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Okay, a short chapter, and a bit of a boring one. I'm not gonna have internet access over the weekend, so I wanted to finish this, first before being TORN FROM MY LOVE!! xD

Also, I hope that Wallace isn't a terrible potty mouth; if he is, do let me know!