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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.

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.

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.

[It's later in the day, almost noon when Booker walks in the door. He looks as if he's being personally offended by the wallpaper, but it's most likely the result of being in close, unrestrained contact with the Luteces for more than a week.

He hasn't exactly looked at his journal either. Regardless, he'll be looking forward to seeing Elizabeth. It's just that sitting down and resting sounds so fucking nice.

He'll get up soon he swears.]

Caaaan't say that I have. Maybe something close to like deja vu, like, I dream I'm going to walk into a certain elevator with certain people and it happens a few weeks later. But, that's not really prophetic, is it?

[There's a small, hmmmm on his end. She didn't sound very happy about this dream. Her words pretty much gave way to that fact. IE "I know I couldn't have been thinking any of that were in it."]

Maybe it was just a really, really bad dream or the Malnosso's next mind game.

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