Atlas? Atlas, it's Moira. I don't know if you can hear this, Atlas. I think when we jammed the door to the bathysphere, we jammed the radio and just about every other part of this...thing. It won't move. Hell, I don't know anything about this damned submarine. I just want you to hear me, Atlas. Hear me and Patrick, please. Please.

I'm tired, Atlas. It's been two weeks since we got out of the apartment. Two weeks trapped in this thing. Two weeks of voices, voices yelling outside of the bathysphere, voices screaming in my head, all of them telling me to break open the door and take a chance at Rapture. Two weeks of meat hooks scraping against the glass, two weeks of cackling hour after hour, taunting me and playing with me. Even though the window has fogged up, I can still see silhouettes and shapes and faces.

I haven't slept in the past two weeks; I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I'll be dead, or worse: I'll be one of them. I can't sleep, Atlas, but I'm getting so tired. I'm so tired.

We're running out of food, Atlas, and Patrick is getting pale. He's rarely up for more than an hour at the time, and he's starting to sweat. He needs water, Atlas. We don't have any. All we have are these goddamn Pep Bars and coffee. We need real food, Atlas. Real food. There's enough of these bars to last a few more days, at best. I've been giving Patrick my meals. He needs it more than I do.

When we got out, I took the gun from your safe, Atlas. You told me it would be there, ammo too, just in case. I had to shoot people, Atlas. I don't know if they died, Atlas; I just kept pulling Patrick and running.

There's one bullet left, Atlas. I'm not leaving my little boy alone in this hellhole. I don't want to do it, Atlas. But if there are no other options, I have to, and I am willing to face the consequences.

Please come soon, Atlas. I love you. Patrick misses you. Please come soon. It's getting claustrophobic in here.

MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS (twists ahoy!): This is what I imagine an audiodiary from Moira would sound like if she was real. I'm such a sucker; I whole-heartedly believed that Moira, Patrick, and Atlas were real (up until the point when Fontaine revealed himself) because, hey, I'm a romantic at heart. Atlas and Moira are still my OTP, even if neither actually existed. :( I loved their story of being some of the last sane people in the city, trying to escape as soon as possible.... I'm just gullible, I guess.