Andrew Ryan maliciously laughed for a few moments. "Ah yes, I remember you having such a lively spirit even after being blacklisted. You did eventually stop but I cannot recall why."

Grace's eyes leapt towards the screen. Her features hardened and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Y-you… You sent me James's finger." A wave of memories erupted like and old wound being reopened. She had worried about James each day only to wonder if they would ever be together again. Then came to day the Limbo Room received a package addressed to Grace. For some unnerving reason she did not want to open it. But she did.

She ended up taking it home. She licked her dry lips and decidedly opened the letter with shaky fingers. One peek inside sent a shriek from her lips. She immediately dropped the envelope and fearfully stepped back towards the kitchen sink. The envelope hit the tiled floor with a resounding clank that pierced the silence. Grace breathed heavily with her hand clutching her chest. Slowly, she kneeled down and gingerly picked up the envelope. Her eyes locked on the severed finger inside and she froze in place just staring at it.

Twenty minutes later one of her stage hands, Liz, found her in her house hunched over the envelope. It took another minute of shaking and calling Grace's name before she came to. But Grace, she broke out in tears. Bitter tears fell from Grace's face for a long time after that. . When she was not crying, she was sleeping and sleep almost never came to her aide. Her James was dead. He was dead and never coming back.

"Haha ha ha," Andrew Ryan bellowed. "Ah yes, I remember now. Quite the imagination back then. Well actually it was not my idea. I was just going to have you killed but my advisors informed me that you were too popular and killing you would give the other side a martyr. So I informed them that I would get rid of them if they could not get you to stop. It took them so long that I had them killed anyway. Complained too much anyway but back to business".

The Andrew Ryan clasped his hands together and pursed his lips. "You're here to serve my purposes and at the moment that means you living here until all the pieces are in place. The house is a… well a gift. A sort of apology for the circumstances between then and now. And know that I never meant for any of this to happen and shall be rectifying and eliminating all of Rapture as it ought to be."

"A gift?" Grace got up from the bed and squared herself towards the screen. "A gift," she almost whispered. "My husband was murdered. His blood is on your hands." By this time Grace was yelling at the top of her lungs. She heaved her cane and brought it down on the screen smashing it to pieces. "Heaven help me, just about every dead soul down here has a stain on your hands. To justify your ends you'd unmercifully kill thousands. To appease what is left of your guilt-ridden disfigured conscience you'd house me in the one place I… that I never wanted to see again?" Grace fell back on the bed and dropped her cane on the glass covered floor.

Grace could no longer see the man's face having smashed the screen but the audio continued.

"I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I am very sorry for what happened. It was never my intention for any of this to happen. I was forced to make a lot of tough decisions. Decisions, I'm afraid, that I made very poorly despite my bet intentions. All shall be set right in the end."

Grace heard a metallic click and heard no more senseless chatter around her. She sat in silence for several minutes then wiped her moist cheeks and carefully picked up her cane. Stepping around the broken glass, Grace made her way to the living room. She studied the bookshelf and "humped" when she realized all the books were the same. She grabbed one of her favorite books, it had been a present from James, and sat down to read. At first Grace found it hard to concentrate because the nostalgia was driving her batty but soon the book held her attention.

She was about fifty pages in when she heard a noise coming from outside the house. Grace paid no attention to it until she heard it again. She decidedly closed the book and slowly got to her feet to investigate. "Page 53," she muttered, "page 53."

Grace peeks through the metal door and sees no signs of movement. Her eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and she sees a lone figure creeping about the massive room.

"Hello," Grace called out. "Who's there. Can you help me get out of here?"

The figure had apparently heard her for it was making its way towards the small house. As it moved, Grace heard nothing of its footsteps. The lone figure approached the metal door apprehensively.

Grace had no idea who this person was but she figured anybody that had to sneak around his floor was no friend of Andrew Ryan's. Of course, she realized, this was a gamble but she would let herself be manipulated by anyone especially Ryan.

Having received no reply Grace picked up her cane and broke the silence with a loud smack on the metal door.

The figure nearly jumped and looked like it was going to attack but returned to its former posture.

"You, yes you. Can't you hear me?"

The figure lifted its arms and unscrewed what Grace realized was a mask. Yellow glowing eyes peered through thick hair. Grace grew fearful and took several steps backwards until the figure spoke.

"Eleanor?" it asked. Obviously a masculine voice, the man lifted his head and sniffed the air. "ELEANOR," it screamed.

Sudden rage also filled Grace. "You. You monster, how do you know my baby-girl Eleanor. If you so much and touch her I will…"

The man- no not man but teenager or so Grace could figure yelled again. "She betrayed me! She left me to die. I will KILL HER." In his rage, the boy stabbed the door with the long metal needles attached on his arms almost piercing Grace through.

Suddenly the entire room sounded like nails on a chalk board as screams, shrieks, squeals pierced Grace's ears causing her to contort in pain. The lights around the room activated just in time for Grace to witness a big sister leap towards the teenage boy to had just enough time to slam his helmet back on. Having dodged the big sister's first attack he growled and charged at her. The big sister shrieked again and leapt right back at him. Her intent was to pierce his heart when she realized that he was pulling her faster with telekinesis.

Feeling quite sick, Grace watched as the girl seemingly flew towards the boy only to be impaled in the head and abdomen by the boy's unusually large needles. As the boy tossed the lifeless corpse to the floor more infuriated big sisters showed up. The teenage boy looked once and Grace then bolted from the room with throngs of evil beings following him. It was unnervingly quiet again. Grace exasperatedly sighed in annoyance then returned to her chair. "Page 53… page 53."