Her pupils constricted in the bright operating light. Her natural impulse was to raise her hand to shield the rays from her blue eyes. She turned to see a familiar face studying a clip board and a new face sitting in a laid back chair. She hoped he was not sick. She felt sorry for sick people.

"Papa Alex? Is the man in the shiny suit sick?"

"Ah, um yes he is very sick my dear girl. And-and we are putting him in your care. If you stay by his side and be a good girl I promise he will get better."

The girl mouth broke out into a smile."That's good. I promise to be a good girl."

"that is good," the man replied. The man snapped his fingers and motioned to one of his subordinates.

The man dressed in white like the doctor walked over to the man in the suit and injected him with something. When the man groaned a frown crept onto the little girl's face. The man with the clip board noticed her reaction.

"It is medicine to help him get better," the man said while writing a note on his clip board. A moment later he and his subordinates left the room with the door closing behind them. The girl found herself alone with the sick man. She started playing with a loose string from her dress.

"Say hello to the man Eleanor," said a in the speakers over Eleanor's head.

The girl silently nodded and walked over to the silent man. As she tilted her head to get a better look through his visor a mist filled the room from several locations on the walls. She inhaled the aroma and thought how wonderful it smelled.

"Hello, my name is Eleanor," she spoke to the sick man.

He said nothing.

Eleanor frowned at the rude, silent, and sick man. She crawled up his leg and onto his lap. Being careful not to fall, she slowly stood up on his lap. Eleanor softly tapped the glass of the sick man's helmet.

"Hey, I said hello," she spoke with an irritated voice.

The man still said nothing and Eleanor became impatient. She stomped on the man's leg she was standing on and almost fell over. Two strong hands reached out and caught her. The sick man placed Eleanor back on his lap.

"Hi my name is Eleanor. What is your name?"

The sick man groaned softly.

"Mr. Bubbles? I like that name. Hey, do you want to go out and play? I smell angels."

The big daddy picked up Eleanor and placed her on the ground. He groaned softly and stood up. He held out his big leathery hand and she placed her small hand in his. Eleanor felt Mr. Bubbles lightly squeeze her hand and she giggled. "Let's go Mr. B!"

The room faded with its surroundings and Eleanor found herself sitting in the sub car with Billy still lying on her lap.

"Mr. B," he whispered, "Where did you go?"

A pang of empathy arose in Eleanor's chest. That anybody could harm children like this was pure ludicrous. And yet here in Rapture it was a common occurrence. She studied the boy in his somewhat peaceful sleep. His dirty vest was splayed open revealing a even worse pair of suspenders that was missing a button.

She stroked his oily hair and vowed to give the boy a proper bath and clean clothes the first chance she had. Suddenly Eleanor's fingers snagged a knot in the Billy's hair causing him to snap awake. His eyes shot around the unfamiliar room and he started to struggle. He tried to struggle to his feet but Eleanor held him down for fearing he might hurt himself. Billy glanced at the arms that held him then at his capturer's face. Eleanor stared back at him.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to wake you."

The boy seemed to understand and lay back down on her lap. Before he fell asleep again, Billy clasped one of Eleanor's arms and fell asleep with it tucked to his chest.

"I guess he doesn't want you to rub his hair."

Eleanor looked up to see Fred silently laughing at the scene.

Fred leaned forward and shoved Stanley from the position he was sleeping in. The man jolted awake. He looked at Eleanor and then Fred.

"What's up guys?"

"We've got a couple more hours 'till we are there," announced Fred. "And I realized…"

"Shhhh," Eleanor admonished pointing to the sleeping boy.

"…And I realized," Fred continued in a hushed tone. "That we barley know anything about who(s) or the why(s) of this trip. Sooo fill us in."

Stanley twiddled his thumbs for a second. "I am taking you to see Alexander the Great."

"The Great!" Eleanor's eyes shot open wide. Could this person be the same one that spoke to her in Dionysus Park? If he had powers such as this then maybe he also had the answers she sought as well.

"Well his name is Dr. Gil Alexander but sometimes he likes to seem important. I've never seen him but he seems to be an okay fellow. Talks a lot. And uh, oh ya, there is my…" Stanley's voice faded.

Fred looked confused. "Your what?"

"…My best friend, Max. I met up with Max shortly after I had left Dionysus Park the first time. Been surviving together in Fontaine Futuristics ever since. When that woman, Gracie, contacted me Gil said I should go and Max decided to hold the fort down here."

"He sounds like a very dependable friend," commented Eleanor.

Stanley nodded his head and leaned back. "Yes she is," he whispered. Out of the corner of his eye he studied the sun-light ocean surrounding them. His thoughts wondered to her face and he felt depressed. "Yes she is," he repeated.

Before he drifted off to sleep again, Stanley thought he saw several shiny objects flying through the water. He lazily dismissed the scene to be a school of fish. He would soon find out how wrong he was.