Eleanor tugged and tugged on Mr. Bubble's arm. As the two rounded a corner, Eleanor could feel drops of water falling on her. But the sweet smell of angels Eleanor ignored it while Delta worriedly glanced at the ceiling.

With only a couple more feet to her mark left, Eleanor dropped her daddies hand and ran at a full sprint to the pretty angel. She was prettier than most and her dress made Eleanor jealous but Eleanor's big daddy was the best so she did not have to worry.

The sounds of a hyper-syringe plunging into flesh echoed throughout the seemingly forgotten hallway. Eleanor thought to herself how she was a good girl when slowpoke Delta finally arrived. Eleanor had just finished the angel and proceeded to drink the elixir from the back end of the syringe. As Eleanor drank, Delta thoughtfully stared at his charge which caused Eleanor to giggle and almost choke. She finished shortly after and wiped the crimson liquid from her tiny mouth.

Eleanor thought she had found the angel she had smelled but she realized that there was another one. The aroma was almost intoxicating. It wafted through her nose like liquid honey.

"More angels Daddy," Eleanor exclaimed. Then with a skip in her step, she ran with glee towards her next angel. The funny door in front of her immediately opened allowing her admittance. In a small gesture of appreciation, she nodded towards the funny door as she passed into a word filled with light.

The light grew dimmer and started to blink. Eleanor opened a lazy eye to see a light blinking on the control panel next to the door leading to the conductor's cabin. The light was labeled 'Destination Proximity Alert'. She stared at Fred Tumble who sat on the bench that lined the opposing end of the submersible tram car. The cap he always wore lay on his lap and his eyes seemed fixed on the ocean floor. His eyes followed a brightly painted fish that swam around the back of the tram until his eyes met Eleanor's eyes.

"Something on my face," he asked.

Eleanor blushed in her embarrassment. "No it's not that. I just find it interesting how you stay transfixed looking out the window. I mean, we do live underwater where such creature's and wonders pass our world every day."

"Not so much in Pauper's Drop. Hardly any windows to speak of in the first place and not much reason to leave unless you're looking to get yourself killed… or find someone," Fred replied tacking on that last part for good measure. "I bet someone like you has seen it all though. Must have seen all of Rapture by now being Lamb's daughter."

"Not really. Well maybe I have but I," Eleanor started before becoming lost in thought.

"What, you don't remember? Didn't Miss Gracie say that you'd regained your memories?"

"Well yes… and no," Sighed Eleanor. "I remember my life as a child. And then when my mother was taken I remember the wonderful times I spent with Aunt Gracie. But then, but then… I do not remember any more."

"I remember it. She said you had vanished. I don't think you left but something happened and she concluded someone had stolen you. And then there was that incident…"

"Yes?"

Fred suppressed a look of worry by slouching against the wall and putting his cap over his eyes.

"Well," said Eleanor pushing the topic.

"Just a rumor but anyway we're almost to Arcadia and I want to get a little rest before we get off."

Eleanor folded her arms and grumbled under her breath. Secrets, she hated them. When she was still with her mother, Sofia never told her what she was doing. Never took her along but left her in the care of somebody else while she worked. Gracie wasn't so bad but that prude of a teacher before her was awful.

Her thoughts turned towards her current situation and she was glad she had company traveling with her though she was surprised when Fred had approached her with the notion of coming along. It had been two day since the fight and so her immediate response was to say no but Gracie had all but forced her acceptance. Eleanor had found out a bit afterward that Aunt Gracie had forced him to go protect her 'baby' or else she would never forgive him. Before they had left, Fred had to stop and say goodbye to his boys who Gracie was going to watch while Fred was away. The first son had raven hair like Eleanor's and a cute smile while the younger son had blond hair and did not speak much. Their mother had tragically died by a splicer's hands.

The culprit was no more but Fred did admit he still had trouble filling his wife's shoes. As they left the apartment, Fred ruffled his son's hair and told them to be good while Gracie hugged Eleanor goodbye as she held back the tears. A couple friends of Gracie's saw to the submersible tram car and Fred and Eleanor departed for Arcadia.

In the remaining ride, Eleanor's thoughts recounted in such a manner until the tram car came to a halt. The sealed doors hissed open and the sweet, fresh air perforated the car. Fred fixed his cap and straightened his shirt before exiting the car.

"The trees," Eleanor gasped. She did not know if she had been in Arcadia before but it was like she had stepped into the Garden of Eden.

"I've heard stories about this place but never- never actually got the chance to come see it for myself," replied Fred scratching his chin-stache. "But enough sightseeing, Gracie said we were to meet some fellow named Stanley… Stanley-."

"Stanley Poole?"

"Yea that's the one. Do you know him?"

Eleanor stopped and mused for a moment. "No I don' but his name is familiar for some reason."

"Hmm well let's find our man seeing how he isn't here."

Eleanor nodded in agreement and they began making their way through Arcadia. Throughout their walk Fred kept commenting about how wonderful Arcadia was and how he sorely wanted his son's to see all the trees. His first was born on the way when Fred decided with his late wife to move to Rapture while his second had been born nine months later.

One of the trees they passed by had black velvety leaves and Eleanor had picked one. She rubbed the leaf between her small fingers then pressed it up against her face. But the moment she did a terrible laughter could be heard down the hallway around the far corner.

Fred quickly pulled out his revolver and looked for the source. The hallway remained silent, too silent that is until they turned around to see somebody running towards them from the opposite side of the hallway. Eleanor readied herself while Fred steadied his weapon but dropped it when he saw the runner's face.

"Run, run away! They are coming," the man screamed as he approached the two.

Author's notes: I try to use various parts of Rapture in my stories. Seriously let me know if you remember them. It means I'm doing it right. Anywho surprise character in next chapter. Any guesses before reading it?