Author's Note: Even though this is the end, I'd still appreciate hearing what you might think, and will be correcting any errors that I should spot.

9/6/17: There is now a timeline of sorts for the various chapters and stories of Unbroken on my profile page, just an attempt to make it a little easier to see what happens when in relation to other chapters.

December, 1897

"Finally…" Elizabeth leans on the railing of the ocean liner, the sea air blowing through her long dark brown hair, music from somewhere near the stern drifting to her ears. "It's taken three years, but finally, finally we're going. Three years since I came home, three years working with Booker and saving every bit we could, and finally we've saved enough."

Breathing in the salty air, Elizabeth enjoys the gentle sea breeze as she thinks back on the past three years; working together, the father-daughter pair had managed to become successful enough to move into a larger apartment, one more suited to a family of three. It isn't the largest, she still shares a room with Booker so Anna could have her own, but in truth she preferred things as they were. From her first night coming home to last night in their small, cozy cabin below deck, every day with her family was a blessing; days filled with joy and warmth, laughter and kindness, and yes some hardships and struggles. The loneliness that she'd known all her life and for a time came to believe was all she deserved, that she'd thought would be her only companion as she lived out her life wandering the doors of the infinite universes, had vanished like an early morning fog as she lived with Booker and Anna. She'd come home at last, she's with her family, and finally, she was happy. And now, they had saved enough for what she had once wished for more dearly than anything; a trip to Paris, for Christmas no less.

A smile blossoms on Elizabeth's face as her thoughts turn to her father; they made as good a pair as they did in Columbia, complementing each other well. Even their toughest cases paled in comparison to their past ordeals, and they'd earned quite the reputation back home. She'd yet to come across a lock she couldn't pick, or a problem that couldn't be solved between her knowledge and Booker's skills.

And they were always learning from each other, Booker refusing to let her join him on cases until he was absolutely sure she could handle herself. She remembers laughing in his face; after everything they'd been through, his overprotective protests struck her as both ridiculous and amusing, but deep down she was touched. She still kept a pair of brass knuckles on her whenever they were away from home, as much for Booker's peace of mind as for her own safety, and today was no exception. Of all the things they'd tried to teach one another, Elizabeth fondly recalls the countless hours they spent as she tried to teach him French, as well as the hours they spent while he attempted to teach her Sioux. They… still had some work to do on both respects.

Booker relaxes against the bulkhead behind her, cradling Anna on his arm, her four-year old sister napping against his shoulder, clutching a book in her delicate hands. From the moment they met, she and Anna have grown very close, becoming sisters in every way that matters, though the truth of their relationship would only confuse the little girl.

Elizabeth smiles again as she thinks back on her life with Booker and Anna; she and Booker having to share the one bed the first few nights, feeling safe, happy and at peace with him by her side, helping to raise her younger self, and learning how to live a normal life and the simple pleasures it brought. They fought as any family does, for she is as stubborn as her father, but he could never stay angry at her, nor she him. Even those painful moments draw a smile from her; she was definitely a DeWitt and Booker's daughter, and they always made up with a hug. Of all the simple pleasures, she loved his hugs more than anything, his great big arms encircling her like a warm blanket comforting her like nothing else, safe in her father's embrace.

Anna loved listening to her sing while their father played the guitar, and Elizabeth loved singing for them. Her sister was actually becoming quite the songbird herself, both of them garnering applause from their neighbors more than once. For some reason, Anna's favorite for her to sing turned out to be the melody she'd performed in Rapture. 'You Belong to Me' became hers and Booker's most practiced performance, much to their chagrin.

The song is no longer the requiem for her father as she'd first performed it, only evoking a shadow of the heart wrenching sorrow that it did in Rapture, even though she still thinks back on painful memories to find the voice for it. For whenever the last note passes her lips and fades into silence, she opens her eyes and sees her family smiling back at her. Booker wasn't immune to the song, either; more than once, she'd caught a hint of a tear in his eyes before he managed to blink them away.

A sigh parts her lips, thinking back to the trouble they went through to convince everyone she was Elizabeth DeWitt, Booker's daughter; though the truth, the similarity in their age would have raised too many questions. After some thought, they'd realized they were only months apart in age, though Booker was still the eldest. Luckily, Booker looked older than he was, and she could fake being younger well enough. But they still had to do some fast talking, and eventually they found themselves breaking into the archives at city hall to falsify some records.

The weight of the memories still made him look older, more like how he appeared when they first met in Columbia, and she could see in his eyes that he still felt guilt over what had once happened no matter how often she assured him he shouldn't. He never let her feel lonely, telling her every day that he loved her. He did everything he could for them. One day he built a bookcase for her and Anna, slowly filling the shelves with whatever she fancied or thought her sister would like. Somehow, he managed to scrimp more than usual to buy her a new dress and Anna a doll despite how tight money was back then.

"I can't believe we're almost to Paris… when we get there, we'll have to see where the twins will decide to pop up first." True to his word, Robert and Rosalind appeared before them shortly after they returned home, promising on their most recent visit to see them in Paris. They were as cryptic as always on their occasional visits, and Elizabeth suspected that Robert just wanted to check up on her, though she didn't mind. Anna looked up to them as aunt and uncle, much to her family's and the twins' amusement.

They never brought danger, only mysteries or jobs that didn't involve Tears or other worlds, as well as souvenirs. Once they brought a bottle of EVE for each of them, which she and Booker promptly used to entertain Anna, saving the rest once her little sister was tired out. Glancing at her hand, Elizabeth smiles as it shimmers translucent for a moment.

Still enjoying the breeze, Elizabeth runs her hands through her dark hair and down the ponytail she kept it in, her fingers brushing the blue cloth from so long ago, the cloth Booker carried through his journey in Rapture. It's only a simple strip of fabric, yet so dear to her heart, an ever-present reminder of her father coming for her, to save her and bring her home. She'd turned it into a ribbon for her hair as it matched the jacket and skirt of her old outfit well, still the most beautiful dress she owned, one she took great care to keep mended and the one she decided to wear today as they approached Paris. She also wears the bird brooch on her choker, every time her fingers touch the smooth surface a reminder of Booker coming for her and her first night home.

Elizabeth heaves a contented sigh, turning her thoughts from the past to the future. She still doesn't have any idea about what she wants to do, now that her life is her own. Go to a university? Find love? Start a family? She just doesn't know, and in all honesty, she doesn't really care; all she wants now is to stay with Booker and Anna, and in truth she saw herself happiest with them when imaging her possible futures. And perhaps, that was all she really needs.

She'd regained the memories that would've been revealed after the fatal blow, and remembers waking in a panic as she experienced the end that had awaited her. Even now, Elizabeth shudders at the thought of Rapture and Atlas, as much as she did at the thought of Columbia and Comstock. Aside from those memories, virtually none of what she'd seen through the doors remained, only able to recall the grieving she'd suffered through for the couple months between escaping Columbia and arriving in Rapture, as well as why she had gone there in the first place. At least she'd acclimated to being without the doors, and had come to enjoy living without the certainty of where her actions would lead.

"Daddy…" Elizabeth turns to her family as Anna stirs, her sister waking slowly and looking up at Booker, the little girl smiling as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. "Down please, Daddy…"

Elizabeth chuckles as Anna slowly steps towards her, leaving her book with their father and smoothing out the wrinkles in her white dress. "Big Sister, I had a strange dream. Can I have a hug?" Smiling as she picks up her little sister, Elizabeth steps away from the railing, closing her eyes for a moment and hugging with all her might.

"Sleepy girl, what were you dreaming about? You didn't have a nightmare, did you?" She spoke quietly into Anna's ear, her sister turning her little head just enough so they were eye to eye, blue eyes identical to her own staring back at her. Anna wore her long hair in much the same way as she, though her larger blue ribbon is tied a little closer and a little higher than hers, her sister's ponytail arching slightly before falling to rest against her white dress.

Elizabeth brushes the hair from the little one's eyes as she closes her own again, listening intently as Anna describes her dream, still hugging her little sister to her chest. Her breath almost catches in her throat when Anna describes fluffy clouds and castles in the sky, but when Anna falls silent Elizabeth manages to let it out with an uneasy chuckle.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You're never this quiet. Come on, you can tell your big sister, right?" But Anna just shakes her head, her dark hair covering her eyes once more and tickling Elizabeth's neck, the girl burying her face in her big sister's shoulder again. "Aww, it's okay, little banana." Anna wrinkles her nose at the nickname before giggling, Elizabeth following suit; when she'd first come home, first lay eyes on her little sister, she was fast asleep in a yellow knit blanket, her little head poking out from beneath the covers. Afterwards, Elizabeth couldn't get the image of a banana in Anna's crib out of her mind.

"Elizabeth." Booker's voice catches her attention, Elizabeth slowly opening her eyes.

"Booker? Oh." Elizabeth falls silent as he embraces her and Anna both, the family standing there silently, oblivious to any onlookers. Booker still had the nightmare once in a while, each time he did he woke in a panic, she having to hold him tight until he calms down. She'd tell him everything was all right, and that she loved him too, Booker hugging her tightly each time. The thought of her father being tormented by her past still hurt her, tears forming before Elizabeth blinks them away, and was one of the most important reasons why they still shared a room.

"I promised to take you to Paris, and now we're only a day away." He mutters quietly so as not to be overheard, his voice drawing another smile from her, "But there's still more to make up. Once, you asked me to dance, and I refused like a fool. That was a mistake, one I'll correct as many times as you want."

They part, Elizabeth placing Anna down gently, the girl trotting to sit against the bulkhead and retrieve her book. Watching her little sister, Elizabeth whispers to him, "Booker, thank you for everything… I can never say it enough." She isn't the Lamb anymore, nor is he the False Shepherd. No more Tears, no more other worlds, false prophets or insane cities. Now she's just a normal girl, with her father and sister. Turning to Booker with a tear in her eye, her smile growing ever wider, Elizabeth offers him her hand, "Come dance with me, father."

"Father." A smile tugs at Booker's features, her words warming his heart just as they always do. Elizabeth rarely called him as such, he remembering each precious instance, and he thinks he knows why; 'Father' Comstock. Even after everything that they'd experienced together and these past three years living as a family, his insane dark reflection still has a hold on her. And just as always when she called him father, Booker feels tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, remembering how close he came to losing her forever.

Taking her outstretched hand, putting his other on her hip as she does the same with his shoulder, Booker follows his daughter's lead, concentrating to keep from stumbling or stepping on her toes as they slowly dance to the distant music. The smile that lit up Elizabeth's face, the same smile he saw on Anna's as she watched them from behind her book, these precious moments with his daughters are what he holds most dear to his heart. Booker grins as he awkwardly twirls Elizabeth about, enjoying the delighted laughter that bubbles from her throat.

As she comes around to face him again, Booker sweeps Elizabeth from her feet, the laughter half-turning into a surprised yelp as she finds herself aloft. Standing there, her legs dangling over his left arm while he supports her back with his right, Booker once more feels the swell of joy, relief, pride and sorrow as he gazes upon her smiling face. She must've noticed the hint of tears this time, for she reaches for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, still smiling as she touches her brow to his.

Gently he returns Elizabeth to the ground, both of them continuing the dance. He'd sworn to never disappoint her, never fail her again, and now he did everything for Elizabeth and Anna's sake. But the one thing he could never do is forgive.

He could never forgive himself for letting Comstock have her. Would never forgive Comstock for the torture he'd inflicted and the suffering he'd forced on Elizabeth. And he'd never forgive Atlas for trying to murder his little girl. But Comstock is gone, and all Booker can do is to live for his daughters. But Atlas… he did something about that monster.

Booker thinks back to the night the Luteces had come to him, almost two years ago. Elizabeth had been home for a little over a year, and his family would be moving into their new apartment in the morning. He'd made certain Anna and Elizabeth were sound asleep before the Luteces had arrived, not wanting to disturb either with the risks he was about to undertake. A difficult task, for Elizabeth's bed lay behind his desk, right next to his own, even the slightest sound having the potential to wake her. To make matters worse, boxes packed with their belongings littered the floor, small hazards that he had to slip around, glancing over his shoulder whenever he brushed against one to make certain Elizabeth still slept.

He and Robert had tried to limit his impact on the course of Rapture's history, but the twins wanted to make certain events proceeded as they should. So he'd stepped through another Tear, emerging in Rapture high above a place called Point Prometheus.

Rosalind had procured a rifle like the one he'd used in Columbia, and he remembers kneeling in silence with it at the ready, a rope tied to scaffolding coiled by his feet should something unforeseen occur. He'd watched as Jack battled the horrifically mutated Atlas. Atlas, or rather, Fontaine was supposed to die here, and he was ready to step in should history change course.

He remembers grinning as Atlas fell beneath the Little Sisters' needles, heaving a sigh of relief as Jack took the Little Sisters away from Rapture and all the monsters and madness within, seeing the chain tattoo on his wrist as Sally took his offered hand. Once Jack and the Little Sisters were well out of sight, he'd turned his attention back to the monstrous corpse, wishing that it was by his hand that Atlas met his end.

Booker remembers turning to leave, to the Tear and back to Anna and Elizabeth when movement catches his eye; bloated fingers dragging a giant hand across the cracked stone tile, towards one of the syringes the Little Sisters had discarded, chock-full of Adam. Booker's rifle came up almost before he comprehended what he saw; Atlas was still, if barely and not for long, alive.

The gunshots rang throughout Point Prometheus.

Shaking his head and pushing the memory to the back of his mind, Booker focuses on Elizabeth's gentle blue eyes, now staring back at him with a touch of worry. The grin returns as he gently shakes his head, "I'm alright, sweetheart. Just remembering something I had to do a while back."

A cocky grin appears for a moment, Elizabeth glancing at him with suspicion now instead of concern, Booker only able to chuckle, the pair still dancing despite the distractions. She begins to say something, but whatever question or observation she'd come up with died on the tip of her tongue, Elizabeth just staring back at him in silence. He does his best to appear at ease, though he's certain she wouldn't fall for it; Elizabeth had proven to be skilled at sniffing out when someone was hiding something. Though he never means to keep secrets from her, more than once she'd pried something from him that he'd rather not have brought up.

Finally, she rolls her eyes before resting her head against his chest, the ocean blue eyes closing slowly as they continue. Booker breathes a quiet sigh, relieved she hadn't pressed him further; he hadn't told her that he'd stepped through another Tear. Elizabeth has had enough to worry about for several lifetimes; he doesn't wish to burden her with anything else.

Though the nightmare still haunts him, Booker knew she had nightmares of her own to contend with, even though she never speaks of them. Luckily, these nightmares were infrequent, but that fact didn't make her suffering over them any easier to deal with. He'd been awakened in the dead of night by her anguished voice often enough to recognize what he was hearing, and which nightmare she was in the grips of. Elizabeth's nightmares were usually about Rapture and Atlas, Columbia and Comstock, but as time went on a new nightmare began to torment her sleeping mind; he and Anna leaving her all alone. He'd hug her tightly to his chest whenever these miseries came, just as she did for him. And just as always, he'd bring her some tea to soothe her nerves, once she'd calmed down and her grip on him eased.

He'd never stop trying to make things right, never stop fighting for her and Anna, and he'd never, ever leave Elizabeth. Gazing out upon the sea as the deck shifts ever so slightly beneath their feet, Booker again swears silently to himself that he'll do everything in his power to give her the life she deserves, that both she and Anna will be happy no matter the cost.

"I'll never leave you, not ever. If… if you ever choose to leave, for whatever reason, I'll always be right there if you ever need me." He murmurs quietly into her ear, the very mention of her leaving causing him to choke up, "I love you, Elizabeth." The music in the distance comes to an end, but as he makes to part, Elizabeth tightens her hold on him, continuing the dance. Booker can't help the smile that spreads across his face, humming Anna's favorite tune as they dance on.

Anna must have sensed something wrong, for she appears at their side, her little hands tugging at his shirt, "Daddy? Big Sister? Is everything alright?" The worry in his little girl's eyes shakes him from his fears and thoughts of the past.

"Everything's fine, Anna, don't you worry." Elizabeth's voice trembles as she speaks, her gaze lingering on Anna before returning to him. Her hand disappears from his shoulder, Elizabeth reaching to tug her blue ribbon loose, her long brown hair flowing freely in the breeze as the lengthy strip of fabric falls away. For a moment, she looks the very image of her mother, Booker faltering as memories of his late wife and the grief that always follows washes over him.

As the grief and memories fade, he finds the blue ribbon wrapped around his calloused fingers and her delicate ones, Elizabeth taking his hand and shoulder once more to continue the dance, the loose ends hanging between them as they move. "I… I'm not going anywhere, Booker." Father and daughter share another smile, moving as one to wrap their linked hands around Anna and pull her into the dance. Warmth blooms in Booker's chest as they dance, his smile growing as Elizabeth steps in close, whispering into his ear,

"I love you too, father."

"Brother, you do realize that this may not be over, yes?"

Robert shoots a scowl across the small table at his sister. They sit outside a café along the Seine, Anna dozing between them, strawberry preserve smeared across her lips after finishing her shortcake. The café wasn't far from the DeWitts' accommodations, and Elizabeth in particular had looked delighted when she first lay eyes on it. The City of Lights sports numerous decorations for the holiday season, shining like a glittering jewel, reflected in the tranquil waters of the Seine River.

Booker and Elizabeth dance among a group of locals and visitors alike at this café concert, a catchy, fast-paced number much like the one Elizabeth had danced to at Battleship Bay filling their ears, a pace which left her father breathless. But he doesn't stop, the smile on his face mirroring Elizabeth's, as genuine as the festivities around them.

"Of course I do, sister, that's plain to see for the two of us. But I'm not about to spoil the moment or ruin their time here with something that may never occur." He gives her a sideways glance, the scowl still on his face, "They deserve their hard-won happiness, don't you agree?"

"Of course they do. And I do hope you're right." Rosalind dabs a wet kerchief to Anna's lips, careful not to wake the sleeping girl as she cleans the sweet, sticky mess. "We can't allow anything to befall this family again."

His scowl disappears as he watches Rosalind with Anna, a smile replacing it as he marvels at the change in his sister; she'd quite happily taken to the role of aunt to Anna, and now readily suggesting something she'd been so adamant in refusing not too long ago. To step in once more, should it become necessary. Neither Booker nor Elizabeth could have noticed the change, but he certainly did. And, he muses, he'd changed a bit himself since then.

He remembers the delight on Elizabeth's face as they passed through Rouen, he and Rosalind joining them for the final leg of their journey to Paris. How she'd whispered that everything was even more wonderful than she'd imagined as the Eiffel Tower came into view. How Anna had picked up on Elizabeth's glee and got up to play with her big sister. The debt he'd owed for his hand in the whole tragic story had finally been paid, but Robert wasn't about to just leave the DeWitts on their own.

Laughter draws his attention back to the dance, his smile widening as he sees Elizabeth once again carried aloft by Booker, her legs dangling over his arm as he keeps swinging around with the dance, a big goofy smile on his face.

"Hmm… Big Sister…?" Robert and Rosalind glance back at Anna, the four-year-old rising groggily from her nap. A delighted smile blossoms as she sees her father and sister, hopping from her seat, "I want to dance! Aunty, uncle, you should come, too!" She grabs them each by the cuff, pulling with all her might, her shoes humorously skidding on the brick-paved street.

"In a moment, Anna." Robert raises a hand, staying whatever parting protest the little one had come up with, "Go on, go to your father and sister, we'll be along shortly."

The Luteces share a contented smile as they watch Anna run into her father's arms, Booker lifting his little girl high overhead before placing her on his shoulders. Elizabeth reaches up to take her sister's hands into her own as they continue dancing.

"I dare say, dear brother, you've become quite the caring uncle."

"And you the kind, attentive aunt, sister."

The Luteces fall silent as they watch the DeWitts, singing, dancing, laughing and enjoying themselves to the fullest. Robert finds Rosalind's hand taking his own, a nearly imperceptible smile of her own forming, he only breaking the silence after a good long while. "You're right, sister. We can't let anything threaten this family.

He thinks back to when they'd first become as they were now, how he'd insisted that they send Elizabeth back to her family, and how his sister had predicted it would only end in tears. He also remembers the irritability, the frustration he'd suffered, wanting to leave some sort of mark in the world they'd left. In a way, the family before them was their mark, Booker, Elizabeth and Anna happily together the proof of their existence.

"There are still loose ends out there." Rosalind nods in agreement, "And if one is not cautious, a single loose thread can unravel the whole tapestry."

"Then that is what we shall endeavor to prevent, dear sister. Once they're safely back home, of course." Still watching Elizabeth dancing with her family, Robert smiles again as the blue of her dress catches the eye, her dark brown ponytail trailing behind her as she darts behind other dancers. The music winds down to a close, the DeWitts joining the applause between songs.

The performers of this café-chantant calls out to the crowd and Elizabeth runs up, speaking quickly with the performer with the accordion and lady singer before returning to her family. Booker lowers Anna from his shoulders as Elizabeth's request begins, a knowing smile flashing across his face, Robert chuckling as the song reaches his ear; one not dissimilar from the song that Sally would've sung to her, the one Elizabeth had confided to both he and Booker had figured prominently in her delusion of Paris, so long ago. A slow, tender chanson not at all dissimilar from La Vie en Rose.

Booker and Elizabeth dance as they did aboard the ocean liner, slowly and in each other's arms as the normally romantic song brought their fellow dancers together. Despite the crowd around them, Robert could see their world narrow to just the two of them, dancing together as father and daughter without a care for anything but their family. Anna dances around her father and sister, drawing more smiles from them and the other dancers, a bundle of joy that livens up everyone around her.

Seeing Elizabeth happy, the wounds she bore in her heart and soul mending slowly but steadily, Robert sips at his tea before rising, leading his surprised sister into the dance.

Closing Words: And that's the end, folks. I truly hope that everyone enjoyed my take on how Burial at Sea, and Booker and Elizabeth's story, should have ended. There's a few things I'd like to cover before checking Complete on Unbroken.

First off, why I started Unbroken. (Warning, rant incoming, skip the next three paragraphs if uninterested.)

Alright, so when I first started playing Bioshock Infinite, I hadn't watched any of the trailers, read any reviews or comments on forums, so I was going in completely without preconceived notions aside from it being a Bioshock game. When I got to Elizabeth and went through the story with her, I really enjoyed her character and all the little details the developers put into her, and found myself actually caring about her well-being (I know, not a new sentiment, but I'm not normally one to get so attached to a fictitious character.)

After Infinite, I held out hope that Burial at Sea could possibly present a genuinely happy ending for these characters that I'd grown so fond of (again, I know, nothing new.) So when all I got was seeing a girl I cared for, felt protective towards well before the big reveal in Infinite, after all the loneliness and suffering she'd experienced in Columbia only to be put through the ringer yet again and to die a mostly meaningless death, I did not take it well. I'm a guy, and I freely admit that there was a lot of tears, and a lot of anger. And not just for the few days after finishing Burial at Sea, but for quite a while. I finished Burial at Sea about halfway through December, started writing Unbroken almost immediately afterwards, and am still feelings some of it now, nearing the end of February. At the very least I can say that I'm just unhappy now (still immensely pissed off, though.) There are still tears whenever I see the end of episode 2, for obvious reasons, but also at the beginning; even though it was just a delusion, Elizabeth was only ever happy there, and the song that played in said delusion and after her death...

If you're familiar with tvtropes, the trope Woobie and Break the Cutie felt oh so appropriate for Elizabeth, but without any sort of comfort at the end... yeah, I was fairly convinced that the whole purpose was to twist the knife that was planted with Infinite. As I wrote on my profile, Burial at Sea broke my heart and shattered it to pieces. And, something else on tvtropes (see Torch the Franchise and Run), the possibility that the whole point of Burial at Sea was so no one could do anything with Elizabeth and others... yeah, lots of rage. Now, at least, I'm not angry at anyone in particular.

Ok, ranting done, just wanted to put that here to explain why I was so motivated to write Unbroken.

Anyway, onto some details some people seem to have their own ideas on:

In Unbroken, Elizabeth is no older than twenty years of age, Anna is still one, almost two when the story begins. According to the official wiki, Anna was born in either 1892 or 1893, so I went with early 1893. Unbroken starts exactly a year after Infinite's post-credit scene, so October 8, 1894, with Booker well into his twentieth year. In my Alone in the Infinite, Elizabeth spent two months between Infinite and when she first arrives in Rapture, where she also spent roughly two months before the beginning of Burial at Sea. As such, she's somewhere between very late nineteen and twenty.

Edit: Elizabeth's easily twenty, though still younger than Booker. Found a little more info pertaining to how long Infinite actually took (ie, her time in Comstock House.)

And that's it. Bioshock Infinite: Unbroken is done, nothing left to tell. The general plot was already set in my mind as I approached the end of Burial at Sea, and I didn't want to make a long-reaching epic like some of the great stories being written here, but a shorter story with a singular purpose: to see Elizabeth finally happy and with her father, as she deserved to be. This is how their journey should have come to an end, as far as I'm concerned, and is what I will think of whenever I'm reminded of how heartbreakingly tragic it actually went. While I'd compare some of the longer stories to be full games, I wanted Unbroken to be about the length of a DLC. If 2K ever makes something even remotely like some of the Burial at Sea rewrites/sequels found here, I'd be overjoyed.

While Unbroken is finished, there's still other stories I've yet to complete. A pair (at least) of side stories that I'll be getting to soon, a story I mentioned in the previous chapter about Booker and Elizabeth's lives in the three years between her homecoming and the epilogue (still don't have a good name for it yet.) And... there's another idea that I'd like to mention, if the last segment of the epilogue didn't give it away; I have a sequel in mind, though it may be some time before I iron it out and begin posting here.

As a final note, I'd just like to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who joined me on this journey. Everyone who favorite and followed Unbroken and the side stories, and everyone who reviewed and messaged were a big help. Thank you all so very much.