EPILOGUE
Two weeks later, I was sitting at the café again, across from the Great Atrium. I had been here every night since Tenenbaum let me out of the medical center. I didn't know why I was waiting there, I could be going all over Rapture, but somehow I thought this was the place to be.
Sullivan, to my great surprise, was the first face I'd seen waking up in the white bed. He wasn't about to listen to a word I had to say about secret projects and Soviet infiltrators, so all I'd told him was I solved the Dana Wales case. He told me I owed Ryan a bathysphere, and about a month of surveillance duty. I laughed and told him that sounded great. He looked so confused when he walked out.
As far as I could tell, the serum they'd injected me with was still inside, but not as much as the others. Tenenbaum said she'd seen faint traces of a few minor variances in my vitals and blood levels, but nothing she didn't wave away as a result of the crash. I'd only had one dose from the slug, maybe that wasn't enough to keep it in me for long.
I finished my meal and tipped the waiter generously I stood up to leave and head over to the wharf for my night shift. At least Acey and Deucy were on the roster now. Suddenly, I whipped my head back as I heard something.
"…and filling in for the role of the leading lady, Ms. Dana Wales!" the young barker was calling from outside the theater.
I bought a ticket and headed inside. Front row. Ten minutes into the first act, there she was. Dana, but not Dana. It was Cat. She'd gotten the little souvenir I'd picked up for her back on the submarine when I'd come upon the room of redheads.
She looked down for the barest of moments, and winked at me. The music began, and she started to sing.
I'm not one for cities, but somehow I kept finding myself in one.