Author's note: Hello everyone! I started this story almost 2 years ago but now I've reformated it and added to it a bit. So if you've read it well then I suggest a reread...and if you haven't then I hope you enjoy it! Reviews are very welcome! Thank you!

Three hours and they still weren't done. THREE HOURS! Why was she even here? And why on earth did she have to play flute! She could be home making up with her boyfriend. Why did he have to be such a jerk sometimes? He could be sweet yes but when others were around he just changed completely. But she would forgive him…like she always did. Well she would if she ever got out this room full of dumb flute players. So there was that whole boyfriend thing and the fact that she had to study for her history test, seeing as how she was three chapters behind. She just wanted to scream "I can't take this anymore!" and walk out, but she was forced to remain silent. Ok, think of something else. Pretend you're not in a room full of 40 flute players playing the same thing, times 3. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes she was in a richly decorated concert hall.

"Love, are you alright?" a familiar voice said close to her ear.

"What?" she asked and looked up into the all too familiar eyes of her boyfriend.

"You must have been exhausted, I do believe you fell asleep," he grinned at her and held out his hand. "Its time to go home." She took his hand and smoothed her dress with the other as she stood. Then suddenly she realized…he was wearing a tux, like the ones they wore in 1900 or so. She quickly looked down at her dress, it was a rich red silk with black lace and beading. Definitely from the turn of the century. She followed him in shock to a shiny car where a driver waited for them.

Once inside he heaved a sigh of relief as the driver slowly pulled onto the road.

"I was about to go crazy in there. I can't stand having to stay a proper distance from you," he said as he pulled her close and kissed her.

"Darling, you know its not proper, at least not until we're engaged," she smiled and kissed him back.

Wait! The voice said inside her. Engaged! We're both afraid of that! And we're too young! Where are we?

"The ship leaves in two days, then we'll be back in America. I am kind of sad for this trip to end," he said quietly.

"Oh yes but can't you imagine how absolutely wonderful it will be to be able to say that we were on the maiden voyage of the Titanic!" she said excitedly. Wait, hadn't she heard something about the Titanic! Her head became fuzzy, what did she know about that ship!

That night passed quickly. Her dreams were full of flute music and icebergs. It was the strangest thing. Still she felt a nagging at the back of her mind. She felt as if she were two places at once and could not for her life figure out which place she actually belonged. The new day dawned and her room was abuzz with final preparations for boarding the ship…

The ship was beautiful. It had to be the most amazing thing she had laid eyes upon in quite possibly her whole life. She could see it the whole drive from the hotel to the docks.
"They say the Titanic is unsinkable," she said excitedly, thought with some panic arising in the back of her mind.
"It better be if I'm going to have my two favorite girls on it," her boyfriend said smiling at her and his mother.
"James, do you have the tickets?" his mother asked as she dug through her hand bag in search for them.
"Yes mother, right here," he patted his jacket pocket as the car stopped and the door opened.
The driver took her hand, "Careful Miss Crawford. It's a madhouse around here, don't want you to get trampled." The driver smiled politely and guided her to a safe space as she smiled and watched the bustling crowd around her.
"Rosalind…darling…" James called to her as she watched the ship and people in amazement.
"Miss…" a timid servant girl touched her arm.
"Oh yes. I'm sorry…" she jumped and looked to the girl in hopes for an answer as to why she had been disturbed from her dreaming. The girl motioned to her waiting boyfriend. "Oh darling I'm sorry. There's just so much going on!" she excitedly took his arm and let him lead her through the crowd and up onto the ship.

Everything about the Titanic was amazing and she couldn't get over that. Everything was polished and shining in all its glory. Not one thing was out of place and no one seemed unhappy. This would be her home for a few days, and then back to the American society. Back to oppression, but thankfully it would no longer be the same. Now she would have her protector and love by her side. No one could harm them. Last night his proposal had made her happier than her small frame should have been able to handle. The ring glittered on her hand and every few minutes she touched it to make sure it was still there. This was the life her friends and her had whispered about late at night at the girls' school she had attended. Why then was there something about this perfect ship that haunted her thoughts and heart in such a nagging fashion? Why did the seemingly steady floors seem, to her, sink and become soggy only for her to blink and see that everything was as it should be?

"Miss…shouldn't you dress for dinner?" her maid asked at her elbow as she stood gazing at what little of England that was left visible.

"Oh yes…I seem to have lost track of time. Thank you." Rosalind reluctantly walked back to her state room where she once again prepared for a fancy dinner where the talk would be centered on money. But why should she care? The only thing on her mind was love…and the nagging of something bad to come.