There was stunned silence from the other two people, filled only by the crackle of static from the speakers.

Stanley was the first to speak.

"And just how do you suppose we do THAT, Grace?"

Grace chewed on her lip as she considered the question.

"Well, we do what we can. We clean up rubble. We burn or bury our dead. We fix leaks. Repair wires. Fill up holes. Drain where it's flooded. It's not beyond us."

"What the hell are you on Lady? Are you smoking Nico-Time? 'Cuz I heard they're made of sea shells and fish eggs."

"I must admit, I share Stanley's skepticism. How are we going to repair leaks, and who can we employ to do it?"

"We don't employ anyone. We urge the public to help. Since Lamb is gone, The Family will follow me instead. They're splicers; they need something to work towards. I'm sure they'll band together."

"But that wont work."

"What do you mean it won't work? I'll ask them to…"

"No, I meant the whole picture. I don't doubt your leadership with your "Family", but what happens when Rapture IS fixed? It'll get torn apart again."

"Not if we tell them not to. If we…"

"No," Becky interrupted yet again.

Grace liked the woman better than the man, but she was a bit too rude to her liking.

"I'm sorry to say Grace, that there is only one solution to restore Rapture."

"It sounds like you've given this some thought, Becky."

"Well, when you've lived by yourself for eight years with no one but a cult of blood drinking maniacs, you have a lot of time to think."

Grace's heart ached when she heard Becky's history, but she said nothing.

"Vampires? I suppose it was only a matter of time…"

"We need to get rid of ADAM."

"Is she crazy?" Gideon suddenly exploded behind her. He strode forward and grabbed the mic, "Listen lady, these splicers are addicted to the stuff. You take away their ADAM you'll kill them!"

"Gideon, please stop," Grace cautioned, "There's no need to shout."

"But she's mental!"

"Gideon, do me a favor? Go and help tidy the train car away," Grace ordered, pointing towards the door. Gideon opened his mouth to argue, but seeing the expression on Grace's face, he left without another word.

"Don't you go tellin' anyone!" Grace called after him, before turning back to the mic, "Continue Miss Langford. I'm guessing there's a little more to the story than "Cut the supply"."

"Actually, that was my suggestion. We cut the supply. But I never said it was possible, nor did I say that we were going to do it. I was just saying that the only way you can truly rebuild Rapture is to get rid of ADAM."

"Now I appreciate your help Miss Langford, but that's where I disagree with you. I personally believe that we can fix Rapture without removing ADAM from the city. We just need to get everyone to see eye to eye…"

"Splicers are more likely to gouge each others eyes out than get along."

Grace sighed exasperatedly.

"Well, I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Fine then. Well, what are we going to do? Make an announcement?"

"Actually, that's exactly what we need to do."

"Really? You're just gonna tell splicers to do something impossible and expect them to do it?"

"Stanley, look around you."

Grace left enough time for Stanley to do this before continuing.

"Now, tell me what you see?"

"Well, there's a train. Water. Alotta fish too…"

"You see Rapture, Stanley. Your home. Andrew Ryan built Rapture under the sea. Ever' body said it was impossible. Now how can he build a city under the sea, but we find it impossible to clean the damn thing?"

"I…I…"

"Stanley, stop making excuses, okay?It isn't impossible."

"I…I agree. We can do this!"

"So, we all in?"

"Defiantly. I've already started!"

Grace waited for Stanley's reply.

"Urgh OKAY! Okay, I'm in."

"Excellent."

"I can't believe it. We're actually doing this!"

"We certainly are!"

"I think we should assign roles though. God knows we need to have this well organized."

"God? Your one of those "Contraband Christians" aren't you..."

But Grace had stopped listening. She was frowning instead, trying to remember something she couldn't help but feel like she had forgotten. What word had set it off?

Roles? Organized? God?

God.

Father Wales.

Why hadn't he responded yet? He should have been the first to reply, being third in command for The Family.

"One second guys, somethin's come up."

Before either person could respond, Grace switched the radio from her secure line to "Wales."

"Father Wales? You there?" Grace said. She stared at the speaker, willing a response out of it.

But none came.

"Father Wales, please! Are you there?" Grace was getting desperate, clinging to the hope that one familiar face was still under the ocean with her. Obviously there was The Family, but she needed someone like her, like Father Wales who had been lead by Lamb.

A single tear tracked down her cheek.

Pursing her lips, she flicked back to the secure channel.

"….but you can't be certain."

"Yes I can! I…"

"PEOPLE PLEASE! Calm down," Grace shouted over the arguing, trying desperately to sound in control whilst all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and go to sleep.

"Right, where were we?"

"Assigning roles."

"Ah, thank you Mr. Poole. Roles. Well, there are several things to be done, but I think we can divide that into three. The leaks need to be fixed, and they need to be fixed from the out side. I'm guessin' we need to find all the un-bonded Big Daddies and have them help out. We need in inside of Rapture cleaned and electrical equipment pipes fixed. Well, The Family can clean up…"

"I'll take care of the bodies," Becky said suddenly.

"Any particular reason that you wanna clean up corpses?"

"Well…I need the blood. I have this cult here called the "Saturnine." We have an agreement that if I supply them with stuff they need, they help me or leave me and my work alone, depending on my current situation. I think I can get them to help us as blood is on their shopping list. I always refused to get blood for them, but now I guess they can do it for me."

"Gross, but effective."

"Well I guess that resolves one of our problems. Now we need to figure out whose goin' to sort out wiring and plumbing."

"Don't ask me; I can't do anything with wires."

"Well, you'll just have to fix the leaks then."

"…Uh okay. WAIT! Does that mean I have to go outside?" Stanley sounded horrified.

"Well, I suppose you don't. But it does mean that you have to get the Big Daddies to help. Now, the electricity…"

"Hold up. How the hell am I gonna rally a team of Big Daddies?"

"I suppose you're just gonna have to take initiative. It's either that or you fix all of the leaks of Rapture by yourself."

"…Fine then."

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance?"

This voice was completely new, causing all three people to lapse into silence once again. The voice was clearly robotic, echoing as though spoken in a hollow metal container.

"Great. Another initiate to the Rapture Sanitation Engineers."

"What's your name, son?"

"I am the Thinker, the most advanced computing device in the world. I am able to control the door mechanisms, the Pneumo network, the security, the vending machines, the Oxygen concentration in the air and maintain the radio networks of Rapture. I was listening in to your conversation and I thought you may requite my abilities."

"The Thinker? How come I've never heard of you before? Where are you?"

"I was constructed in the district Minerva's Den, home of Rapture Central Computing. The entire district was cut of from the rest of Rapture through one man's selfishness, and I was forbidden contact to the outside world."

"Minerva's Den eh? Haven't heard of that place in years. Went under ages ago. Well Mr. Thinker, I think your talents may come in handy to us. Do you mind if we call on you when we need you?"

"Not at all. Request: may I run a diagnostic check of Raptures security system?"

"Of course you can. Will we be able to call on you whilst you do that?"

"Yes."

"Alright then, off you go. Now, Mr. Poole, I assume you're going to find a wetsuit and a rivet gun then?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm going."

"Take a hand held radio with you please. We need to stay in touch. Oh, and one more thing."

"What?"

"I need you to go over to Siren Alley to check if everything's okay. I just tried to contact a friend over there, and he didn't respond."

Grace heard Stanley grumble before his line was cut off.

"Same goes for you Becky. Get a hand held and go talk to this Saturnine of yours."

Without a second's hesitation, Becky clicked off, leaving Grace by herself.

Well, that went better than expected Grace thought to herself. She felt herself smile, an uncontrollable urge to show how excited she was. They were going to fix Rapture!

She looked over at her mic. She had a feeling that she was going to be using that thing a lot more than she used to. She quickly thought of what she was going to say before switching back to the "All" setting.

"Rapture, this is an important announcement. Stop whatever it is you're doing and pay attention. Sofia Lamb is gone. She has deserted us in her attempt of creating a Utopian, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Well, I think it's high time that we took matters into our own hands! Family, we are goin' to clean up Rapture. I repeat we are goin' to clean up Rapture. This is an order. I am Grace Holloway, and together, we are going to save ourselves. We will reach what Lamb always promised us; we will reach Imago!"