Continuation of "Distractions". It seems I will mostly focus on this line of the story, as I've come to like it quite much.

That night had been a very warm night. Booker had twisted and turned, often having to rid himself of his blanket to cool down. At some point that night he'd gotten so warm that he discarded his pants onto the floor, lying back down in only his boxers, hoping to cool off a little. It helped a bit, and he was finally able to fall asleep again, unconsciously pulling the blankets back over his body.

He slowly awoke from his slumber that morning as he felt something rustle in his bed, and then a weight pushing down on his hips. He groaned a little as he came to.

"Ugh…" He murmured, shifting a bit, but he couldn't properly move his lower body. "What's…" He opened his eyes slowly, seeing Elizabeth in her nightgown, straddling his hips with a playful smile on her face.

"It's time to wake up, Mr. DeWitt," she smiled. She rustled her hips a bit as if to try and wake him up more, but immediately felt something hard through the blankets, pushing against her inner thigh. Her breath hitched in her throat, and Booker sighed exasperatedly.

"Gah, Elizabeth… please don't wake me like this," he groaned. Elizabeth was blushing profusely.

"Ah, no, but I've read about this in an anatomy book… this is normal in the mornings, y-yes?" She stuttered and swallowed a heavy lump in her throat.

"Yes, Elizabeth. It's normal. But it's not really proper for you to be sitting on me at this time… or any time, to be precise." He murmured. Elizabeth almost looked a bit disappointed by his last remark, but got off him. She felt a pleasant shiver go down her back for a split second, but forgot it in a hurry. She retreated to the bathroom to take a shower, and Booker sat up with a loud sigh. Seeing Elizabeth like that… he didn't want to admit it, but it did something to him. He tried to shrug it off and forget it. It would be best like that.

The days went by as they traveled. They decided after a while that they wouldn't go about it too quickly, mostly to avoid any unwanted attention. They had been able to stay away from any battles for 3 days after the blast by the air-pipe, and hopefully today would be the same. Booker and Elizabeth had somehow become very synchronized, which made it a lot easier for them to get things done.

"Excuse me," Booker said to the man in the market, pointing at a bunch of apples to his right. The man turned and looked at them. "How much do you want for 10 of those?" He asked, and grabbed a piece of bread without the man looking. He tossed it over the shack and into Elizabeth's hand, who hid it behind her back as hey eyes scanned over the different fruits that were there. The merchant gave Booker the prize.

"Ah, no, I don't have that much… hmm… how about 2 of these?" He asked, pointing at a few watermelons. He grabbed two apples in one hand and tossed them, Elizabeth catching them with rehearsed perfection. "No, actually… I'll have one watermelon instead," he said, and the man nodded. He paid for the melon and left, Elizabeth hurriedly catching up to him.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" She grinned, bumping Booker's shoulder gingerly. He sighed.

"You're really so set on stealing things, even though we have money." He groaned in exasperation. She giggled a little.

"Oh, Mr. DeWitt, it's all good fun!" She smiled, swinging her body a little as she tiptoed forwards. "Are you surprised that I'm not all that innocent, hmm?"

"No, it's… never mind." He muttered. He held up a hand without looking and Elizabeth threw a piece of the bread they'd stolen into his hand. He caught it and nibbled a little on it. They kept walking, and they found another stand in the outside market that sold sweets.

"Ah, some chocolate sounds nice right about now…" She sighed happily. Booker perched and eyebrow and looked at her.

"Damsel in distress?" He asked.

"Damsel in distress." She smiled. They walked over to the stand and Booker grabbed Elizabeth's shoulder, leaning in to give her a kiss. She tried to push him away, but he was resilient.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he said groggily, laughing loudly. She put on a big grimace and tried to force him away from her.

"I told you, I have a husband!" She exclaimed, but he didn't stop. The sweet merchant came up to them and grabbed Booker's shoulder.

"Hey, I think it's about time you let the lady go, mate," he said, looking sternly at Booker. He pulled him away from her and stared him into the eyes.

"Ah, come on, don't be such a killjoy," he laughed. While this was happening, Elizabeth grabbed two bars of chocolate that was neatly wrapped in plastic and hid them between her breasts and her corset. She hugged her body closely to look scared as Booker stomped off in a drunken looking manner, and the merchant turned back to Elizabeth.

"You okay there, lady?" He asked, trying to sound calm. She nodded hesitantly.

"Y-Yes! Thank you so much, sir." She uttered. He smiled softly.

"No problem, Miss. That guy had it coming. You should fly now, make sure that guy doesn't come back for ya'."

"Yes… thank you." She said and jogged off, not giving the merchant time to realize that she was headed in the same direction as Booker. She caught up to him and handed him one of the chocolates.

"Thanks," he chuckled and took a bite, smiling contently. "Man, that's nice…" He sighed. They kept walking for a while, finishing their chocolate and breakfast as they walked. After a few minutes, Booker could see someone approaching that they wouldn't want to be bumping into. He tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder and pointed forwards before slipping into a narrow and dark alleyway with his hand held out behind him.

Elizabeth nodded as she saw the soldiers and grabbed his hand gingerly as he pulled her after. There were no containers or anything to hide behind in the alley, so they had to do the most drastic choice.

One of the soldiers walked past the alleyway and stopped in his tracks as he saw movement. "Excuse me, I – oh." He said. He could see a man holding a woman carefully against the wall, his back turned so that her face was hidden, and he was bending down to kiss her. "Sorry." The soldier laughed and kept walking, leaving the two alone.

"U-Uhm…" Elizabeth blushed deeply. Booker had stopped only centimeters away from her lips in order to make it look believable. He retreated his head after the soldier had gone and scratched the back of his head.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered, turning his gaze away from her.

"No, it… it was necessary, right?"

"Yeah… let's get moving."

…

They made their way down a crowded street, trying to move swiftly before Booker was stopped by a lady and a gentleman with yellow clothes. He looked at them with a weird expression on his face, and Elizabeth stopped right next to him.

"What do you want?" Booker asked grimly, wanting to get a move on as quickly as possible. The man and the woman looked pretty weird. Eerie, for some reason.

"The man wants to continue walking," the woman said.

"But that's not a good idea, is it?" The man continued. They both tilted their head as they looked from him to Elizabeth before turning their head towards an alley that cut through to another street.

"You'd be smart to go that way instead," the woman said.

"For trouble awaits on the path straight ahead." The man finished. Booker was about to push them away and keep going when Elizabeth grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes.

"Mr. DeWitt, I think we should listen to them," she said with concern in her voice.

"No, Elizabeth, they're just crazy," he said, not caring that they could both hear him.

"Mr. DeWitt, I'm urging you to-"

"Elizabeth, no. Let's just keep going."

"Booker!" She exclaimed almost angrily, and he took a step back in surprise. He stared at her for a while before nodding nervously.

"Y-Yeah… okay, we'll cut through the alley." He said. She nodded and they hurriedly went to the side, going through the alley. It was scarily long, and they couldn't see the end of it. They eventually ended up in some sort of tunnel where they could barely see anything.

"This is…" Elizabeth murmured, looking around. Something was definitely off.

"This is surreal," Booker uttered, looking around to try and see if he could find something, to no use. They were slowly engulfed in darkness, and their pace slowed considerably when they had to move around without seeing. "I knew we shouldn't have listened to those guys." Booker said.

"I don't know, Mr. DeWitt," Elizabeth said, and Booker wished that she could stop calling him that, "I feel that it might have been the best choice. I feel like this was the right path to take."

"Yeah, sure," Booker smiled sarcastically, knowing he'd have to put that sarcasm into his voice for Elizabeth to actually sense it, "Because walking around in a never ending tunnel with no light is the best choice anyone has ever made."

They didn't say anything more for a while, but then they heard something move. Rustling. Almost like feet that tattered over the ground. Elizabeth yelped and jumped to the side, unceremoniously bumping into Booker's arm. He jumped a little in surprise, but Elizabeth fidgeted until she found his hand and held it tightly.

"Mr. DeWitt, I'm afraid," she whispered, her eyes darting around as if she was trying to see something in the darkness that surrounded them.

"Take it easy, Elizabeth," Booker said, trying to calm her down. He squeezed her hand comfortingly and started walking forwards again. Soon after, Elizabeth moved her hand a little and interlaced her fingers with Booker's. He would try to tell her off, but he knew she wouldn't listen. They walked like that for a while, their speed increasing a little to try and get away from whatever it was that moved within the tunnel.

"God, how long is this tunnel-" Booker was cut off as he stepped into a spot where there was no place he could put his foot. He fell, and he managed to pull Elizabeth after him. He heard a gasp from Elizabeth, but none of them were able to say anything. They fell through thin air, still unable to see anything. Booker couldn't tell how long they had been falling for, but it felt like over thirty seconds already. And then light. And they stopped. Right above the ground, they stopped in the air and floated the rest of the distance until they feet were planted on the marble floor beneath them.

"I don't understand," Elizabeth uttered, her eyes trying to get used to the light. They were inside what almost looked like a mansion, with red carpet walls and a marble floor, carpets rolled out on the smooth surface. In front of them was one door, and that seemed to be the only way to go. They opened the door in silence and walked into the narrow hallway that seemed to slowly expand until they found themselves standing in front of another door. Behind that door were several doors.

"What the hell is this place?" Booker asked as he kept walking, Elizabeth right behind him. It was completely surreal, but after opening a set of doors, Booker was starting to understand. "Oh, I see…"

"What?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes wide. Booker turned to her and smiled deviously, as if he had just been challenged to a game. Maybe that was kind of how he saw it.

"This place… it's a…" He trailed off for a moment, his eyes scanning around the well lit hallway they were in. "It's a labyrinth."