Eleanor's eyes adjusted to the light of the room. She viewed beautifully dressed people dancing in circles. She passed a man who jumped in surprise then waved to her with a smile. She followed her nose out of the nice-looking room and down another corridor.

"The angel smells so pretty," she commented.

But this angel smelled different. It was the most potent angel she had ever smelled. By this point, Eleanor could almost taste the sweet nectar on her lips. The aroma drifted down the staircase to her right and she practically flew down the steps to the lower level. Surely this angel would supply her big daddy with enough ADAM so the mean men would give him a vacation. She worried about him all the time. He was getting slower, lazier and it scared her. But then she reminded herself that she was a good girl and good girls gather ADAM.

At the bottom of the stairs three wonderful people met up with her. They were laughing in merriment as she approached. One of the woman bent down and held out her hand. Normally, because she was a good girl, Eleanor did not bother with strangers but this group seem to radiate with the smell of ADAM and she felt herself intoxicated- no enchanted.

The woman grasped Eleanor's little hand and smiled warmly. "We've been looking for you. Come away with us, little Eleanor."

Eleanor hesitated and looked behind her wondering where Bubbles had gotten off to. Her hand began to hurt as the woman began to squeeze it. She stared at the woman's features and watched the bags under her eyes stretch and the woman's face drooped.

The little sister trembled as the people around her grew more and more grotesque looking. "You- your faces are melting."

The splicer gave up the charade and tugged on Eleanor's arm dragging her away. "Come with me you little brat!"

Eleanor awoke as someone kept tugging on her arm. Her eyes snapped open to reveal a pale and sweaty Stanley desperately trying to wake her.

He wrung his sweaty palms together. "Eleanor, we've got trouble!"

Fred turned from the panel he was working on and pinned Stanley to the wall. "Didn't I tell you not to wake her?"

"But she needs to know. We could dro-"

"You think I don't know that. Three people starring at a panel is worse than two."

Eleanor looked around the bathysphere and rubbed her eyes. She lazily got up and peered out the porthole. "What is the matter guys. Are we at Siren's Alley yet?"

A body suddenly bounced off the glass causing Eleanor to jump. The dust outside the submarine finally settled and all inside could behold a flooded ghost city. Siren's Alley had been reclaimed by the oceanic water's it had once prohibited. Bodies of splicers now made their way through the streets at the currents mercy. Fish swam where people had once walked and sharks dined where people once ate.

Eleanor gasped at the site so terrible and yet so tranquil. "What happened?"

"Pumps broke, broken main, or somebody simply forgot to close the door on their way out, take your pick," answered Fred.

Stanley thought none of this was humorous. In fact he was feeling a little claustrophobic. "But we're stuck and with no way out."

Eleanor looked at Stanley's face and copied his terror. "We are stuck? How are we stuck."

Fred shook his head and shot daggers at Stanley who shrank back to his seat. "We're not stuck… it's just that we can't go anywhere."

"We're trapped," Stanley cried out in despair.

"Shut up! We're not trapped or stuck. We're just in a little pickle and I'm working on it. Okay?"

Eleanor shook her head and curled her hands into fists. "No it is not okay. If I am going to die I at least want a good explanation as to why!"

Fred sighed in defeat and sat down on his end. "Well as you can see Siren's Alley is flooded to hell. And what's separating us from all that water is a built-in failsafe that won't allow the door to open if there's water outside the bathysphere."

"So why can't we just turn around and go to another part of Rapture?"

Fred chuckled. "That's an easy one. You see when they built in the first failsafe they didn't realize that it might compete with the bathysphere's programming. Basically we told it to go to Siren's Alley but it hasn't arrived yet otherwise the door would have opened but thanks to the water that's not going to happen. So since we never officially arrived at Siren's Alley we can't go anywhere else until we do."

"How do you know all this?"

Fred picked up a huge book and threw it in Eleanor's direction. The book hit the floor with a resounding 'thunk'. "I read the manual. Apparently this one came with it."

"Can't we override the programming?"

"We might be able to but the book doesn't go that far. Probably figured it wouldn't be necessary when they wrote the book. And so… we're stuck."

Fred slumped against the bench and scratched his head. He pulled out his revolver and studied it. Eleanor gazed at him for a moment then averted her eyes when he caught her staring.

"What? I'm not going to use it."

Eleanor shook her head then got up and sat next to Fred. "I was just thinking about your gun. I noticed the revolver already had teeth marks before I had used it as a bit. Are they… You know, it is not really my business is it?"

"It's from my deceased wife. When I found her alive but badly burned I immediately called for Doc Johnson to come. He said that he would do all he could but that it would be extremely painful. I had nothing for her to bite down on so I used the butt of my revolver. Even then, after I had betrayed her, she still looked into my eyes and trusted me. She… still trusted me." The revolver dropped to the floor as did the tears that streamed down Fred's face.

Even though he was scared Stanley took this as a cue and sat next to Fred. He tried giving the crying man a reassuring tap on the shoulder. "I had to deal with multiple women too. Its-well it can get ugly."

Fred shook with rage and balled his fists. "I still loved my wife! You get that you asshole."

Stanley scurried in fright back to his side. "I was just trying to help."

Fred tore the cushion from his seat and threw it across the bathysphere. "But you're not! I wasn't trying to be unfaithful. I was just scared, angry, and confused."

Eleanor got up from her seat. She gripped Fred by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Why were you scared?"

"My wife's pregnancy was unexpected. Ever since Rapture went to damnation, we decided not to raise any children down here. Didn't even know if she was pregnant until the fourth month. Hell, just figured she was eating too much. It was so unexpected. She got moody, angry… fed up with me. Even though it was hell on earth we still had each other. The pregnancy made me lose what I held most precious."

Fred embraced Eleanor in a hug. The proximity made Eleanor uncomfortable but she endured it for him.

"I was looking for what I had lost. I ended up finding it in the wrong place. Both my son's mean the world to me but I don't even deserve them."

"You are a good man," she whispered in his ear. "You are trying to make amends and that is what matter."

"But how can I continue when we're stuck in this grave."

Eleanor did not reply. She was busy staring at the bench where Fred had torn off the cushion. She reached down and picked up a deep sea suit.

"What about these?"

Author's Notes: I apologize if this part seems to be a bit too convenient but why wouldn't every bathysphere have emergency measures. I mean the lacking of such measures would be incompetence on the part of the engineers. Other than that i had to slow the pace down so the chemicals could mix properly and not in a rushed fashion.