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[VAGUE SPOILERS FOR 'BURIAL AT SEA' BELOW]

Elizabeth Comstock, you have been tried and found guilty of leading this man to his untimely death--

[Booker sits in the gallery, staring coolly back at her, and Elizabeth feels both wet and cold. And bloody--there's blood all down her front. But she doesn't feel shock or even surprise. She knows why it's there, she just can't see the memory. Every time she reaches for it, nothing happens.]

[Words feel unsteady, and she has to chase each one and hold it, own it, before speaking it.]

I was never his! But he… he had to have me! [What choice is she defending herself for making?]

--You have therefore, been sentenced to have your head forcibly torn from your body until you are dead.

[A cord is looped around her neck, Robert and Rosalind almost waltzing around and past her as they do so. Elizabeth scrabbles at the cord as it's pulled taut by one Lutece at each end.]

But he’s right there! He’s right there!! I didn’t kill Booker, he’s right there! He’s been here the whole time! [The cord tightens, Elizabeth’s hands don’t work, her fingers can't get under the cord.] Stop pulling, stop pulling, please! I’LL BE YOUR DAUGHTER!

May God have mercy on your wicked souls, child.

[Action - Locked to Gai and BioShock Infinite Crew]

[Elizabeth writhes in bed, her breathing becoming quicker and shallow as though she were having trouble filling her lungs. And whatever she’s trying to get away from her neck, there isn’t anything there. She’s scratching at nothing.]

[END SPOILER CONTENT]

[Voice – Early, Early Morning of December 1st]

Has anyone here ever had a dream that was prophetic? I know that most dreams are a product of our subconscious thoughts, but… I had a dream and I know I couldn’t possibly have been thinking any of the things that were in it. Not even subconsciously.

I thought that maybe this could be an experiment of some kind. [Read: ‘I’m hoping this was an experiment of some kind.’]

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Prophetic dreams? I've researched back home and here that some people can be given that gift. The possibility is there, but I haven't seen any scientific proof of it yet.

[At least now, when Robert fails to sleep, it's not useless.

He's been reviewing all the notes he took during the time he and Rosalind had spent researching for the Malnosso (what he'd been able to copy down) and organizing them. Nothing spectacular, groundbreaking... But a little.

So, he heard the question for the community and went to Elizabeth's door, knocking lightly.]

Elizabeth?

Not prophetic, exactly, but once a dream told me how to solve a problem.

[Elizabeth is sitting at her desk in her nightgown and robe, Gai either back asleep or pretending to be for her sake. Her hands are in her lap and she's watching the journal as though she expects some kind of response at such an ungodly hour. This early in the morning, she's only left with her thoughts.]

[At least, she thought she had been. When she hears the knock at her door, it's genuinely startling--because she'd thought she was the only one in the house. The familiar voice has her nearly knocking over her desk chair to get to the door.]

[She closes it after her quietly, then throws herself at her visitor to get a hug around him.]

Robert! [It could be that she's tired, or emotionally wrecked from the dream, or glad to see he's returned from his research safely--whatever the reason, her voice is very strained, nearly on the verge of tears.]

When did you get back? I didn't hear you come in-- Where's Booker? And Miss Lutece?

Neither have I. Maybe it's power of suggestion. Maybe someone's been talking in my ear while I'm sleeping, in a manner of speaking.

Really? What problem?

I was trying to find a cure for a... a condition some friends of mine were suffering from. In the dream, I saw one of those friends, and she told me what to do.

I had... something resembling one once, a long time ago. As it was mostly an unpleasant and confusing experience, I've no doubt the Malnosso would find it amusing to force a few on us.

It might be as you said, the Malnosso could have forced something on you since I wouldn't put past them.

[Since he's been suffering from a fear curse himself.]

The right amount and combination of certain drugs can certainly create conditions conducive to precognition. I did such an experiment once myself.

...I don't recall testing it on you, however. Or did you recently touch my sugar?

[Gai is a light sleeper on the best of days. Years of experience as a soldier has taught him to awaken at even the slightest hint of a disturbance, and though sharing a bed with Elizabeth has gotten him accustomed to her usual night movements and shifting around, her twitching this time is different enough from the norm that he's wide awake in two seconds flat and reaching over to check if she's all right.]

Elizabeth?

[Judging from her quickened breathing and the way she's clawing at her neck, she's having a nightmare, seemingly about something strangling her. Gently he puts a hand on her shoulder to give her a light shake in the hopes that will be enough to rouse her from whatever is haunting her dreams at the moment.]

Wake up. It's just a dream-- I'm right here.

[It's respect for the loved and lost more than anything else, perhaps, that compels him to answer.]

I knew of someone who was privy to glimpses of the future. Not only her own, but that of those around her.

I wouldn't put anything past them. But it was so... specific. At least it seemed very specific.

That's very useful. So it was a good dream, in the end. And the cure that your dream-friend described worked?

Given everything else they've forced on us, I wouldn't put it past them either.

So you had a nightmare as well? Something that seemed relevant but ended up being nothing?

I-- I haven't been taking any drugs! And I haven't touched your-- who are you, even?

[Talking about testing things on her, and Elizabeth doesn't even know this man's name.] Did you work with either of the Luteces in Columbia?

I hope you don't mind me asking... But what was your dream about?

[The light shake does it, fortunately. Elizabeth jerks and looks around the room, wild-eyed. She grips the hand Gai has on her shoulder, her eyes dart left and right, trying to read the ceiling in the dark.]

Oh my God... [She reaches over and gropes for Gai's cheek. She misses and gets his shoulder instead, but good enough--she pulls herself into him, shaking.]

Oh my God, oh my God--

Did she always understand those glimpses? I saw something, I don't even know what it was, and I can't imagine it coming true, but...

I...

I was on trial for killing my best friend. But he was sitting right there, watching me. And my other friend and his sister... they took my head off.

Two hours ago.

[He doesn't really hug her, but he does put his hand on her arm. Robert smiles faintly.]

You were asleep, so we thought it best not to wake you until morning.

I was... [She swallows.] ...you looked in on me.

[And no doubt saw the sleeping man in her room. Not that Elizabeth is ashamed or embarrassed--they couldn't have expected her to live alone again--but Gai could have woken her. No doubt he had woken up if her door had been opened. It was at least fortunate that the both of them were clothed--Elizabeth hadn't expected the three of them to be back until the day of the first.]

Two hours ago, though... You couldn't wait to come home until morning? Did the Malnosso just kick you out in the middle of the night?

We left when our work was complete.

[Rosalind doesn't quite know what this is about - only that Robert had gone from a drowsy warmth at her side partaking of the murmurings of his journal to a flurry of motion retreating out their door, and she'd followed after just as soon as her dressing gown had been cinched in place and hair smoothed (albeit in the rare state of a full, auburn tumble about her shoulders). Materializing from around Robert's shoulder, she looks down at Elizabeth, gaze sleepy and curious.]

What is the meaning of this?

[She not affronted, or even put off. Just in no mood to flit about emotions and frivolities when clearly something has happened to have Elizabeth clinging to Robert.]

'twas not often that she spoke of them. But among the last of the visions she shared with me were those the likes of nightmares. She knew not what to make of them, less so being but a child at the time.

[Oh man that sounds really gruesome. He doesn't know Elizabeth that well, but he does feel bad for her.]

...I'm sorry to hear that. I've had my share of bad dreams, so I can at least say I understand how you feel about that.

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