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"Nice one Jodie." Fred told her flatly.

"It wasn't me! It couldn't have been, I never make mistakes like this!" she replied in a confused voice, fiddling with her fingers nervously.

"Guys, it doesn't matter who's fault it was. All that matters is that we find The Book and get off this thing alive." Sam told them, trying to settle the argument that had gone on for nearly 10 minutes between the two.

"Oh sure, so when I do something wrong Jodie can rant about it all day, but when the opposite happens, I can't-"

"Fred, enough! Let's just focus here." Sam snapped, to everyone's surprise.

Jodie and Fred glanced at each other behind Sam's back before they joined him in continuing down the narrow halls of the ship. It was hard to believe that a grand ship such as the Titanic had such small halls to walk through in order to reach the bedrooms.

Before any of this, Fred had been relaxing in his room after hours of homework gaming merrily and competitively, Sam had been studying for the next math test, and Jodie…well, we'll find out what she was up to later.

Suddenly there was a violent jolt in the gravity of the ship, and the trio was sent flying forward. Sam's glasses fell off and hit the metal walls of the hallway but luckily didn't break. Jodie landed on top of Sam, and Fred landed on his hands and was forces to do a barrel roll. Catching his breath with his hands out in front of him, he sat with his eyes wide in shock.

Sam rubbed his head of the pain that had spontaneously inflicted it, and looked over his shoulder to see how had fallen on his back. When he saw Jodie's curly hair, a wild blush flashed upon his face. She sat up and rubbed her wrist, then did a double take at Sam.

"Oh sorry. I mean, not like I had the option of choosing where I fell but, sorry regardless." she giggled.

"Ah- uh no no, it's alright. It wasn't your fault, like you said." Sam replied, stumbling over his words. He got up as swiftly as he could, constantly glancing at the curly haired girl he had a slight crush on for several months.

"Guys, did we just hit…the iceberg?" Fred asked, getting up slowly and picking his hat up, still catching his breath on the low.

"I hope not." Jodie replied, nervous on the inside again.

"Yeah, let's hope not." Fred grumbled as he repositioned his hat.

They then heard a sigh of pain behind then and saw a familiar face stumble around the corner, holding her head.

"Samantha?" Fred was the first to ask any question. Unconsciously, his heart beat speed up the slightest bit.

She gasped and exclaimed in joy, "Guys!" as she ran toward them, bumping into the walls of the now violently rocking ship. Her mood shifted to that of concern when she remembered what had just happened. "Wait, oh no. You're here too... How did we all get here?" she pressed.

"I have no idea!" Jodie burst. "I was just, looking through the book to see if it had anything on ships because I was having a quiz about the structure of them in US History for some stupid reason, and..." She paused and then slowed her speech as she came to realize, "and I was sipping some, ice water since it was a hot summer day and…" She refused to admit she had spilled some on The Book.

"Are you serious?! You spilled that shit on The Book?" Fred questioned, infuriated.

"Hey, language!" Sam urged.

"Jodie..." Samantha began, tipping her head to the side in a 'really?' motion.

"It was an accident, alright?! Trust me, I feel overly guilty for having done something like that…" She looked down and away from their gazes.

Sam put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Jodie it's alright. Accidents happen." Fred scoffed, but Jodie turned back to face the group disregarding him. With frightened determination Sam added, "Now let's get to safety before it's too late!"

An announcement was made that the ship had in fact hit a massive glacier, and was beginning to sink into the icy water. The people in the bedrooms gushed out and down to the edges of the ship, pushing the 4 time warpers along with them. From time to time they even got lifted up off their feet. Gradually, the ships gravity began to push down on them, and it made walking out of the narrow halls to the side of the ship that much more difficult.

The group kept calling to one another so as to stay together and keep each other in sight. Once and finally outside they regrouped against a wall to stay on their feet, shivering from the frigid weather. Many people that had tripped were beginning to slide toward the back of the ship.

"What do we do now? We don't have The Book?!" Fred asked over the mounds of screams and cries.

"I don't know!" Samantha sighed. "I looked around the ship as much as I could for it!" Her voice was shaky, not only from the cold, and her eyes began to well up.

"This isn't good guys. This really isn't good." Sam stressed.

"Yeah, no kidding..." Fred added. "You know, Jodie, you really couldn't have messed up any worse." That earned him a punch. She had had enough of his comments. "Punch me all you want," he remarked. "We are most likely going to die of frost bite if not on the sinking ship..." He avoided everyone's eyes, looking out from the group. Deep down he was terrified to the bone, but on the outside he was his usual self: strong headed and visually brave.

"Guys, if anything goes wrong, and if we don't make it, then... I just want you to know how sorry I am for bringing us here..." Jodie finally said.

Fred kept his gaze outside the group. Samantha continued shivering and looking down at the wooden deck of the ship in defeat.

Sam on the other hand, "Guys! Guys I don't believe it!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Samantha asked, genuinely confused.

"The Book! Look, that guy is holding it!" He whipped off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then swiftly put them back on. "Yeah!" he laughed, giving a hop of joy to the air.

"Follow him!" Samantha shouted as she pointed, and everyone followed.

They shoved through everyone regardless of who they were, and made it their momentarily life goal to get that book. Samantha led for a couple hundred feet, but Fred quickly took the spot as head-shover.

He just barely caught the edge of the man's coat before he leaped onto a life boat. Desperate to get the cherished piece of text, Fred grabbed a leg and held on for dear life. Samantha, trailing behind him, gripped Fred's waist with all her might to prevent him from falling overboard but ended up going over with him. She let out a curtailing scream, twice at that when she saw how high she was above the water.

The man, hanging off the side of the raft, looked down at the two weighing him down. "We need that book you're holding!" Fred informed him.

"I'll give it to you as soon as we get on the boat!" he replied in a distressed flurry. Some of the others on the raft helped him up as well as Fred and Samantha. Fred let out a sigh of relief and continued to shiver while his friend had on a wild look as she gripped her knees close to her body and caught her breath in choppy gasps. Fred chuckled at the sight briefly. He and the man had conversation over the blue, almost-sacred textbook, and they found out it appeared in the man's bedroom just minutes before the ship hit the ice. Samantha thanked him through half frozen lips as Fred held up The Book to Jodie and Sam, expecting to see them on the ship, but they were gone. His excited expression deflated rapidly and Samantha noticed.

She tapped him on the leg and gave him a questioning look since she was too cold to speak again. "Jodie and Sam aren't there." he told her.

She whipped around and saw that Fred's claim was true. They both searched the border of the sinking ship with great concern.

"Over here! Over here!" they suddenly heard. Sam waved wildly as Jodie called with him and continued to shiver. They hadn't made it to a life boat yet as they were basically hanging off the side, gripping the rail as they were also pressed up against it by the rushing people. It was mandatory that they got on a boat.

"Guys, we have The Book! You need to get on a boat!" Fred called to them as their raft began to descend to the water.

And they did as they needed to do.

Samantha shivered endlessly, her lips turning more and more indigo by the minute no matter how much she huffed warmth on her hands and rubbed her arms. Fred kept glancing at her, debating whether or not he should help her get warm, but eventually, moments before she succumbed to frostbite, Fred scooted over and wrapped an arm around her, placing The Book between them. She felt almost lifeless she was so cold, and it scared Fred, deep down. He wished Jodie and Sam had jumped on to the same raft as them. He didn't care one bit if these people saw them warp.

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"Sam, do you have a plan?" Jodie asked him desperately.

"Uh, no… Not at the moment. Uh, l- let me think." They both shivered uncontrollably, sitting as close as they could together. The people on the raft didn't offer much insolation from the sea winds that blew non-stop.

"I just hope that Samantha is alright. She never liked the cold." Jodie added.

"What about Fred?"

"You really think I'm going to mention him after what he said to me?"

"No, I d- don't…I suppose not..."

"Well, do you have anything as far as a plan?" Jodie asked again.

"Ummm... Well no I don't, really. I mean, we are stuck here with all these people, freezing down to the bone until a rescue boat comes along... Which could take hours..." Sam admitted.

"Man... This is really a hopeless situation..." Jodie's throat began to constrict and her face heated up with embarrassment, her eyes welling up in the process. "I'm just... I'm so sorry." She collapsed into her hands and bawled, moaning in anguish as she did.

Sam jumped momentarily in shock and glanced at Jodie and then the people looking over a few times. One of the men nodded over to Sam and signaled him to comfort her. At least that was what he picked up. So, hesitantly and still shivering, Sam brought an arm around Jodie's shoulder, and she quickly shielded her head in his shoulder. The blush returned to his face, but this time it was dulled due to the cold temperatures the weather offered. Since Jodie was crying in his shoulder the blush didn't last long enough for anyone to notice, and Sam has glad.

Hours passed, and neither of the rafts the split group endlessly sat on offered any warmth. But luckily enough, there was food and drinkable water. It had been passed around just moments ago on both of the separated rafts. Fred dived for the trail mix and bottled water in the man's hand (the one that had given him The Book) and ate handfuls of the food like a mad man. When he turned to offer some of it to Samantha, he saw she was unconscious, and his level of worry for her doubled. He stopped eating and placed the bag atop the book and began to shake her. She had been leaning against a lifejacket and had fallen asleep on it with her arms crossed. They fell to her sides limp when he shook her. Fred's heart skipped a beat and sped up once again as he was flooded with fright and worry.

"Samantha?" He shook her further. "Samantha!" Nothing.

He hesitated, gathering his mind, thinking about what he could do. He leaned his ear to her mouth and was relieved to find that she was breathing. 'At least that. Please continue to do at least that.' he told her mentally.

"Can I get a blanket over here?!" he called to the passengers on the raft. No one offered him one for a long while. He asked again. "Please, my friend is unconscious and in short sleeves. I can't help her and... Please?" Fred was sure that was the most he had ever begged for anything in his life.

Finally someone offered a blanket from the other side of the boat. It began to make its way down to Fred until one selfish passenger grabbed it and exclaimed, "What about me? I have a child that is basically dead here!" That sparked an argument that no one could silence for far too long.

In the meantime, Fred shook his head in annoyance and scooped Samantha's limp body into his arms and hoped to offer her some warmth through the endless shiver attacks he was having. He held her as close as he could, as close as his arms would hold her. He kept her head in his shoulder and pressed his cheek against hers in an effort to warm up her face.

The bag of trail mix was zipped back up and stuffed into Fred's pocket. 'Better to save them for Samantha when she wakes up...' he told himself.

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