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RegretShe could hear the explosions. Big ones, small ones. So many of them. Even with the blowing snow blocking the view of the city below her, she could still see what was happening, what had happened and what would happen in a million million worlds.
The annihilation of the human race.
The snow cleared and she could see Columbian zeppelins bombarding the great city below her. New York City. That was where he told her he was from. Maybe that was why the Prophet had hated this city so. It had been his home.
She smiled slightly without any humor. What would have been the Prophet’s reaction to the “False Shepard” being here in Comstock House, right now, just a few floors away from her?
A strong gust of icy wind tried to push her back from the edge of the destroyed balcony. She should have worn something warmer. She was 90 years old and the cold made her bones ache. No matter. She had suffered through much worse and it would all be over soon enough.
Burial At Sea Episode 1: What Might Have Been CH 1This is an approximation of the original storyline for Burial at Sea, as such it contains spoilers.
He heard a woman’s voice. Hard to make out. “-come - -“
Then a man’s. “--tear -- unstable --“
“--fine -- hurry!“
“--the deal --off --hear me? The deal --give her back!” A desperate voice screamed faintly.
Sounded like his voice.
He awoke coughing. Damn, had fallen asleep at his desk again. There was someone pounding on the door. Must have been what woke him up. Another bill collector?
The only light on in the room was the lamp on his desk. Some light came through the half closed blinds on the left side of the room, but the bright lights of the city outside left most of his office in shadow. The room smelled of old cigarettes and alcohol.
The door opened, allowing a flood of light in, and with that light came a woman. All he could see was her silhouette, but she had quiet the figure.
He cleared his throat. “
Burial At Sea Episode 1: What Might Have Been CH 2Chapter Two
With the white and gold rabbit mask in hand he and Elizabeth walked towards the door to Cohen’s club. As he got closer he noticed something. What he had dismissed as decorations were actually a rabbit mask like the one he had in his hand. Half of the mask on one side of the door and the other half on the other side. Usually picked up on that sort of thing sooner.
He stopped and put on the mask. Didn’t think that just showing the mask to the doorman would work. They were going to have to play by Cohen’s rules to find Anna.
He pounded on the door and the window opened a moment later. “Ah! Very well. Mr. Cohen awaits your participation at his performance.”
The window closed and the door opened and a bright white light blinded him as he took a step forward. His eyes adjusted and found himself in a totally white room. Elizabeth walked past him seemingly unbothered by the glare of the lights.
“So who is the fellow, Cohen? Some sort of underworl
Burial At Sea Episode 1: What Might Have Been CH 3Chapter Three
Booker looked up at the lighting sconce, the loop? hook?, that hung from it and back at the Air-grabber in his hand. He had seen one of them used once or twice, but hadn’t used one himself. He pointed the grabber at the hook and felt a pull. Not a strong pull, just enough to notice it.
Guess pulling the trigger on the grabber and jumping would get him up to the hook. A moment and one loud “clang” later he was hanging from the lighting sconce. He tried to unhook himself, but nothing happened.
“Damn grabber’s stuck...” He muttered to himself. Should have tested it before jumping. He looked around a moment and noticed that the hole in the floor they had seen before was a lot bigger than he had thought it had been. Much too big to just jump across and the water from the burst pipes was a massive torrent better than fifteen foot wide. On the other side of the hole, tantalizingly out of reach, was the elevator.
First things first, he n