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wipeawaythedebt) wrote2014-08-26 11:01 pm
wipeawaythedebt) wrote2014-08-26 11:01 pm
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Loop Two
When he wakes up it's slowly, his neck screaming and his mouth tasting the wrong end of a horse. It's a familiar, if somewhat disorienting feeling. The kind of feeling he used to have waking up after a night of gambling at the saloon down the street, after passing out on his desk with a bottle in his hand. But that was before Columbia, before her and... wait a minute. Didn't he just do this? Shouldn't he be...
"Elizabeth! Alana!"
Standing up, he fights the urge to sway and maybe lose the contents of his stomach as he heads towards the door. He's not gone completely crazy has he? They were just here, he knows they were just here. Pausing at the edge of his desk, he pulls over the newspaper. Same date, 1912. It doesn't make any sense. None of this does. Has something gone wrong with one of Elizabeth's tears? Have they gone rogue somehow, like she can't control them anymore?
He's got to figure this out, "ELIZABETH!"
"Elizabeth! Alana!"
Standing up, he fights the urge to sway and maybe lose the contents of his stomach as he heads towards the door. He's not gone completely crazy has he? They were just here, he knows they were just here. Pausing at the edge of his desk, he pulls over the newspaper. Same date, 1912. It doesn't make any sense. None of this does. Has something gone wrong with one of Elizabeth's tears? Have they gone rogue somehow, like she can't control them anymore?
He's got to figure this out, "ELIZABETH!"
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The man in the suit smiles, almost as if he's heard this all before and with a slight shrug of the shoulders, he replaces his hat and heads for the door. "Very well, Mr. DeWitt, the debt is yours once again. Perhaps we'll meet again." Tipping the hat a bit as he passes Alana and Elizabeth he adds, "Ladies, a pleasure as always. Or will be. Perhaps both."
Booker just watches him leave.