Elizabeth considered the options that had been thrown out. "Does it truly matter if we're being manipulated by the universe or by a person? I mean, I want to know, because I want to know everything, but the important thing is getting home."

She paused, then added, "Well, for some people, probably." Not necessarily for her. Her head still ached where Atlas had tried to beat her to death. For all she knew he'd actually succeeded. Who knew what happened after a person died?

Booker would know, she thought. Thanks to her.

"Um, have you run into someone named Booker DeWitt? Light hair, green eyes, pretty tall? Probably shot someone when he got here?"