"Who are you?!" I screamed once more. I cocked the gun and it was ready for fire. The man just stared at me, his blue eyes piercing me. I noticed something as his gaze near paralyzed me: his eyes were bright ocean blue, except for one streak on his right eye that was light green like mine. My eyes are light green all over, except for one streak of neon blue on my left eye. I grabbed my necklace. It always comforts me in sticky situations. It reminds me who I am, and lets me know that my past will be uncovered somehow. Then the man finally spoke.

"Please, put the gun down. I'm not a splicer or anything, just lower your weapon, please."

"Why should I?!" I yelled at him.

"Look, I'll put mine down." He placed his pistol on the floor next to him and then slowly put his hands in the air. That's when I caught another detail. On his wrists were tattoos, like chains, across them. On each hand there were three small black circles that looked like links in the chain, and they were all connected. My wrists had the same. I gasped. How could he have the same tattoo? Does this mean something? I looked back up at him. He stood there staring at me with his hands up. I lay my gun down on the floor.

"You never answered my question, who the hell are you? Why are you here?" I asked, still ready to pounce if he tried anything. He put his hands down.

"My name is Jack. My plane crashed outside the lighthouse into the city. I've been trying to find my way to Andrew Ryan's office basically since I got here. However, that hasn't been working out too well. He keeps finding ways to keep me at bay. And now I've lost contact with Atlas, but not because of Ryan, but because of this 'Sander Cohen' guy." He explained calmly.

"Well…hello there Mr. Jack. My name is Eve. And I –"

"Your name is Eve? Really?"

"Um…Yes, well, I don't know. I just have this necklace. It's got the letter 'E' on it, so I just figured."

"Oh, I see, anyway."

"Anyway, I don't know why I am here, but I am. I'm trying to figure out who I am, and how did I get here. I've been following you ever since I heard you fighting someone in Neptune's Bounty. I thought I could use your help."

"Are you alone, or did someone send you?"

"Well, I've been working along with a woman named Brigid Tenenbaum. She wanted me to save her little sisters and –"

"Wait! Tenenbaum, the german one?"

"Are you going to keep cutting me off? *sigh* Yes, the German one."

"She gave me a plasmid that allows you to rescue the little sisters, breaking them out of their trance."

"What?! Me too!"

"Atlas said that I should have just ignored Tenenbaum, and that harvesting the ADAM slug in the girls is the only way to get the ADAM they contain."

"Who is this 'Atlas' person?"

"He helped me when I first arrived here in Rapture. He's lead the way."

"Have you seen him at all?"

"Only once, and even then barely. I was up in a room, and then smoke filled up the outside, and I couldn't see. Then the sub blew up."

"Why did you blow up the sub?"

"I didn't. It was Ryan, he killed Atlas' family. The bastard just blew them to smithereens! They were hiding in the sub to escape the splicers. Atlas wants me to kill Ryan for what he did, and that's just what I was heading to do. This weird 'Cohen' character has blocked off Atlas' signal on my radio, I have no way of contacting him."

"Hold on, let me check something," I said as I pulled out my shortwave radio, "Miss Tenenbaum? Miss Tenenbaum are you there? Miss Tenenbaum? Hello?"

"It looks like your signal is blocked too."

"Damn. What're we supposed to do now?" Suddenly, a voice came over the speaker, startling both of us.

"Ah…that's better. Atlas, Ryan, Atlas, Ryan! Da duh dah da duh duh dah dugh… Time was, you could get something decent on the radio. The artist has a duty: to seduce the ear, and delight the spirit. So say 'goodbye' to those two blowhards, and 'hello' to an evening with Sander Cohen. And who is this? A beautiful young woman, yes, I know you. Sorry, but Miss Tenenbaum's line is a little busy right now. You'll just have to wait a bit, and try to call her again, but in the meantime, please try to enjoy your stay here. You'll be here for a while."

"Oh shit. This guy has completely trapped us!" I said.

"We need to find this guy, he's got the key to the bathysphere."

"Then let's go, we're not going to find him just standing around, but the splicers can sure find us." Jack and I picked up our pistols simultaneously. We walked through a door and returned to the room containing the bulkhead to Arcadia. Electrical traps were strung from wall to wall. We heard the wails of splicers in the distance, and small rocks started falling from the ceiling. Our radio's picked up a signal, and Cohen's voice screeched out of the speaker.

"Now, I haven't seen a sign of real life down here in months. Let's see if you're just another 'Johnny-come-lately', or, maybe, something more delicious…"

Splicers crawled out of holes in the ceiling, and were climbing the walls like regular spiders. We pulled out our guns and started firing. One shot after another, the splicers screaming each time we hit them. Jack looked at me, and I looked at him. We just stared for a second, trading a silent "thanks" , and sharing a lingering wonder. We looked almost identical. Maybe not in gender, or stature, but definitely in bone structure. The silence was broken by Cohen's voice.

"Ohohohooohh…I can smell the malt vinegar in these ones. I've waited so long for something tasty to come to this little burg, but all that pass are yokels and rubes. Where are my manners? Come in, come in! Sander Cohen awaits you at the Fleet Hall!"

Jack and I looked at each other again, nodded our heads, and headed back to the atrium. I felt a sense of safety with Jack, and almost nostalgia. Had we met before? He was in my dream, wasn't he? He looks similar to the boy, but he's not a boy, he's a man. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, afraid to make any more eye contact with Jack. I glanced at him once more, his eyes locked on the door in front of us. He glanced over at me, and my eyes quickly shifted away from his, and back to the floor. I felt him watching me as we made it to the atrium. As we entered the center, many lights came on.

" Welcome to Fort Frolic!" Cohen said. Jack and I stared in amazement. Different neon signs with vibrant colors lit the area with an incandescent rainbow. A spotlight shone upon me and Jack, and another illuminated the stairs heading towards the fleet hall.

" No need to thank me for jamming the transmissions of the bores Atlas and Ryan - or even Madame Tenenbaum – let them have their squabble. The artist, yes, the artist knows there is richer Earth to till. For example: I test you, little moths, but for a reason. I test all my disciples. Some shine like galaxies, and some… some burn, like a moth at the flame. Come now, into my home."

With that said, Jack and I ascended up the stairs to the Fleet Hall. We walked around the ticket booth and down the hall. There was a counter that stretched around a group of beer and beverage dispensers, and atop that counter at two cash registers in perfect symmetry. I turned and saw an elevator shaft leading up to the theater. I started to walk over to it but Jack grabbed my arm. I turned and looked at him.

"Wait, before we go in there how about we sit down for a small drink?" He said kindly.

" …I…Okay, that sounds good." I replied. He let go of my arm and we both sat down at the counter. Several bottles of liquor and whiskey adorned the shelves near the counter. Jack and I fixed our drinks, and just stared at each other in silence.

"So, what's the deal with you?" Jack asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Just, what's the deal? You're not like other women."

"How so?" I asked, getting a bit defensive.

"Well, you have long straight hair, most women wear it curly and short. You're not very ladylike, you're not…dainty, I guess."

"Well, what's the deal with you? Why do you wear a whit sweater and brown pants?"

"Why do you wear men's clothing?" I paused for a second, trying to think of a comeback, but he was right. I was dressed in men's garb. I wore black pants with a brown belt, and black suspenders with a gray button-up shirt. I looked exactly like a guy. I looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"Well, I don't know, I just…I needed to…I don't know, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I understand. It might be better that way. I think it might be hard to fight in a dress and heels." Jack said, he chuckled lightly.

"You might be right. So, this Atlas guy, what's his deal?"

"He brought his family down here to start a new life for them, and he wanted to escape, but now he wants me to kill Ryan for what he did. Ryan and Atlas have been fighting for a while, Atlas leading the rebels, and Ryan using his pheromone-controlled splicers."

"That's sad, this isn't a place for a family, for anyone!"

"I know. Hey, what's with that necklace you wear?"

"It's one of my only links to my past. It has a letter 'E' on it, so I know my name starts with 'E'. I can barely make it out, but it's there. I just want to know who I am. You know, you look familiar."

"I do? You do too. Okay, this might sound crazy, but is it just me or do we bear some kind of resemblance?"

"I was thinking that too. It's really strange."

"It is. I mean it's pretty weird for us to—"

" What is taking you two so long?! Please, enter my sanctuary."

Jack and I walked over to the elevator, pushed the button, and walked onto the lift. We rose up until we jolted to a halt, and the doors slid open. We walked through a glass door and we heard a piano playing in the distance. Then, we saw it. Before us was a stage, and in the center, a pianist plastered perfectly on the piano bench, and a sleek, black grand piano filled with sticks of dynamite.