Loop Two

[wipeawaythedebt]

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!"

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[professionalcuriosity]

This time, Alana knows the lobby when she opens her eyes. It leaves a sick feeling twisting in her stomach, that sense of recognition; she shouldn't have cause to recognize it. She should be upstairs in Booker's office.

That's exactly where she's about to head, catching herself before she starts up the stairs. "Elizabeth?" She's down here too, somewhere. "Are you here?"