|Title||Gotta Keep it Together|
Transcript: Ryan's goons are sweating me to prove this place is a closet commune, but I need time. And Lamb's kid keeps staring me down like she knows that I'm a phony. I keep thinking of Johnny Topside, though. Took real guts to find Rapture like he did... makes it easier not to crack if I sort of... imagine that I'm him. It's a good thing I can't tell Lamb about that though. She'd probably say I got a secret need to fall into his arms and make wild whoopee!
Location: In the storage room of the J. Fischer Gallery.