Witting: Is it someone new? Someone from the Sodom below? Newly come to Columbia to be washed clean, before our Prophet, our Founders, our Lord?
Booker: I just need passage into the city.
Witting: Passage to the city? Haha. Brother, the only way to Columbia is through rebirth in the sweet waters of baptism. Will you be cleansed, brother?
Booker: Hey, I'm just looking to pass through.
Crowd: Hallelujah! Glory be! Reach out, brother!
Booker: (It's either this or turn around and get back on that rocket. Might as well get it over with.)














