BioShock: Metanoia

In Time

                Elizabeth

     It's been a couple of days since I've been here inside the tower. No company kept me comfortable. Song Bird stole away sharp objects from me as for reasons.. Comm Stock Threatens me almost every hour. He tells me that if I leave, he'll get Song Bird to fetch me.
So far he's gotten Song Bird to fetch me fourteen times already. Well fifteen. Considering my escape earlier.
I'm literally in torture. I've read each book in my room at least five times, which in my library rests a thousand and four books. Out of all books, my favorite is the relationship one as I stated before hand. I've read that book hundreds of times, never gets old, I say this because I've never experienced love before. I'd always imagine it and what it would actually feel like.
I know what love is now.. And now that I know what it is, I can't put this book down. Every page inches me closer and closer to visualize more about it.
This book keeps me sane.
I feel like the only thing I have left is my imagination.. Where Booker and I going to Paris actually exists.
Terms of reality; Paris is all I have left.
In my mind. I have everything I want. It's sad to look at it this way. But it's true.
Still my insides hurt, gets worse as time passes by. I'm not sure if it'll ever go away or if it's harming me.
If it's harming me then good; It's a faster way out of this pity I'm in.

I can't tell whether if I'm losing hope or if I'm giving up. Part of me says that Booker is still alive, the other is saying he's dead. I can't decipher if death took him. Sure the ship exploded as he flung out, but could there be a chance he survived that fall?. There must be a five percent chance he lived through. Odds are, he must be crippled if he did.
Strangely an eerily positive spark leaked against the sorrow I had. Not sure how I got it, but something tells me to look on out for Booker. Maybe he could be alive still.
I have to look for something that can help me. I don't have my binoculars anymore.. Left them in the airship.
Guess my best shot is to find some tears. Which I've already done that yesterday. There are no tears here. It's a tear free zone.
"Gah. There must be something." I've contemplated.
Quickly I got up, walked around my room under focus. There must be a way to intercept Comm Stock and Song Bird. Jumping out a window isn't the way.
Hold on. I need to list down what I've tried.
A pen of the Eiffel Tower rested inside a drawer, few bundles of paper sat above my drawer.
Perfect.
Now I need to list what I've done.

Elizabeth's notes

    ☑️Fall from room window (five times)
    ☑️Run away from Tower
    ☑️Sneak through the vent systems
    ☑️Climb away from un-watched Windows
    ☑️Go through the sewers
    ☑️Hide in basket and jump out (why this?)
    ☑️Try all and each various window.

That's all I've tried so far. I need to expand my combinations and think outside the box. No. I need to think outside the tesseract. Tears aren't here inside this tower. Could there be a chance that I could find one some where out there?
That's it!
I could find a tear outside my window and jump to it and pull out a pair of binoculars or what ever I can use.
Wait. I have a better and crazy idea!
I.. I could pull out a vigor. The.. Uhm. Shock Jockey one! And drink it. So I could over power Song Bird with electricity!!
How could that work?
To do this. I would need more power than Song Bird itself. Ugh. Not possible. Scratch that idea.
Hmm... Slowly I pondered to myself. Thinking and thinking. I came up with nothing.
Almost I had an idea..
Until Comm Stock approached my presence.. He looked mad.
This isn't good..

Booker

Runner has a side kick. The man who fetched him a meal.
Roger.
I talked to him earlier about Comm Stock, what he did to me. Why I oppose him and who he took from me. Phenomenally I've opened up myself to him as same to Runner. Only person I'd open up to is Anna.. And Elizabeth of course.
But an urge approached me; to share what I had.
This certainly made me feel better, yet unsafe.
"He took a lot away from us." Runner said, then drunk some water.
"Sure did." Roger replied. "Comm Stock took my own land from me. He's a bastard that wants to dictate every single nation that exists. Not sure what he's up to right now. I'm sure it's not good."
Roger, sat beside me. Facing against the bright sun.
"We'll take him down." He said. "Just takes time.. Lots of it." He looked to me, wanting me to say something.
"It's been three days since we've been camping on here. Are we really going to wait a week?"
Runner nodded. "A week is the max and the minimum."
Badly I wanted to go now. I had three lonely nights without Elizabeth. I can't stand this anymore, I need to be around her to feel sane again.
"How about we send scout parties." I considered.
Both zoomed on me, requiring more information.
"Like we should send scouts to check around the perimeter for troops. If there are none, we could just go on ahead."
"You know.. That's not a bad idea. But I have to stay here with my camp. Roger here is the supply man. Who can possibly lead a scout group?"
"Anyone." I shrugged.
"I know that." He tried to think of words to explain himself on what he really meant.
Honestly I know what he meant. He just wants someone trust worthy to go rather than some one else with little to no responsibility.
"How about I lead a group?" I suggested. "Can't be to difficult. Not with a small group for the least part."
Runner pondered about this for a minute, Roger gulped down his water glass.
I sat in patience.
"I'd like to agree with this, but I'm afraid I can't Booker. We need as many men as we have. I can't afford to loose any troops in scout missions."
"How could we loose them on scout missions when all the troops of Comm Stock are moving back?"
"I don't want to risk it." He sighed. "Have you thought about Song Bird? It could be out there on search for you."
Wait a minute.. Song Bird is looking for me? Not these men. What am I doing in their vicinity? I need to leave them before Song Bird actually comes over here and destroys everyone.
"You're right, scratch that idea." I quickly said.
A better plan came into mind.
To leave this camp. These people don't need me really. I mean they can horde on without me in the range.
Runner focused his chin down, in tone from my quick response.
Roger blinked, not squaring in as Runner.
"So the best plan is to wait. As we wait we need plans."
"As to what?" I asked Roger.
"Supplies. I've looked into the cities and I'm basically looting from dead guards for weapons. Any suggestions where I could peel to?"
Shortly I thought of a good place. A place for supplies and for them to lean off on me a bit.
"Have you been to the abandoned docking stations? Or the ware houses? Lots of equipment rests there."
"What kind?" Runner jumped in.
"Oh you know.. Your standard RPGs, carbines, assault rifles, grenades.. Stuff like that."
Immediately Runner excited, so did Roger.
"Do you know the coordinates?"
"Of course." I nodded. "It's south of the city. Multiple docks should be seen, same goes for the ware houses."
"I'll head there in a few." Roger excited, walking away.
Runner parted with him.
As for me. I'll just wait until night. To make my move. I'm going to get Elizabeth.
With or without them.
I need her now and she needs me now.
Hmm.. There's something I haven't thought about.
Does Elizabeth know that I'm alive?.

Hours later...

     Night is here. Runner and Roger went off along with some men. I can't understand why they'd go and get supplies when they told me that moving forward is dangerous and too much of a risk.
Both are risky.
It's what ever I guess.
So I found myself a backpack for a move on. I've packed it with necessary goods. In addition, I took that strange bird vigor. Maybe that could benefit me in some way.
Minutes of packing up, I'm now all ready to move on with my plan.
I've gotten my Luger back, along with ammo. I took a few snacks in Runner's tent and made my way across camp.
My disappearance wasn't recognized, no one saw me leave.
I headed straight to a local town that had a library and some candy shops. I've searched and hid away. I didn't find much accept for bottles of nice cold vodka. . Badly I wanted to take one off a table and consume its magic touch of power. 
Yet I didn't take one.
Elizabeth wouldn't appreciate me drinking one, it would disappoint her and. I don't want to let her down.
Besides vodka catching my eyes.
I found coins and caught myself calling them silver circles.. That's what Elizabeth calls them. Silver circles.
I so miss her. I need her and I want to tell her that I.. Love her.
My journey in the library accounted as odd..
The atmosphere stilled in silence, which didn't surprise me. It's a library after all.
Carefully I steadied my pace, creeping around for anything useful. Nothing but books surrounded me. Lots on the shelves and many on the floor. Most books discussed about history of Colombia, quantum mechanics and Father Comm Stock.. Ugh. That name sends shivers down my spine.
I will find him and show him no mercy.
Eventually a vast amount of time passed as I observed each library section, I found nothing useful. I was about to head on out until a book phenomenally plopped below my feet, scarring the shit out of me. 
My instincts directed my eyes at the book on the ground. Upon gazing at it, I gasped.
The book was about relationships..
I remembered that Elizabeth held that very book in her hands. She read that book along with another.
I decided to pick it up and turn on a random page.
First word I spotted; Love.
The chapter talked about love and feels for another.
Amazing stuff.
Strange. I read that entire chapter in focus.
Under no hesitation I stuffed the book in my pack. It'll give me something to do if I have nothing else in mind.
Getting that book was odd in my opinion.
Besides that. I managed to sprint my way to another section of town.
This region placed no difference from the other.
Barely any supplies laid around, I was lucky to find some med kits and stuff. No carbine plained in sight or anything better than a Luger.
Searching and moving around for hours got me tired. So tired I almost knocked cold on the streets.
Quickly I made myself at home in a cold room and slept there.
In time I will wake up and strive for Elizabeth.
I can't wait to get her again. I miss her so much.
She's the love of my life.