Chapter One: Rambling
I was falling. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I only knew I was falling. Floating, actually. Floating towards the bottom of the north Atlantic ocean. I pleaded, "Oh, please make it stop! Please let the pain go away!" I began to claw my way toward the surface, feebly. How could I survive this? Well, I did. And now I'm here, where I was headed in the first place. America. When I resurfaced, I couldn't find Rose. But I knew where she was. She was gone. Like I had been. She had floated to the bottom like I almost had. I had escaped, and she had not.
When the knowledge first came to me, it was like being blinded by a truth; a truth so inconceivable, that you could not even consider its reality. But as time goes on, and knowing becomes vital to understanding… I've set up shop back in Wisconsin. Well, more like a temporary residence. Why I returned, I dunno. But that I did I'm certain. The doctor aboard the Carpathia told me I was the luckiest guy he'd ever come across. I should be dead now. But I'm not. And because she is, I have to go on. Because if I don't, I did die in that freezing water. But there's no one I'd rather die with than her.
I'm rambling. Too many thoughts overwhelm me. It's like having a choice between goin' up or down, and going in both directions at once. Like I said; I'm rambling. But I've come to figure out, I don't have a choice in the matter.