When we arrived at Southampton the commotion that was all around us was overwhelming. As an avid historian of this period in history, specifically this day, I found the people all around me fascinating. It even helped numb the pain that was slowly growing in my heart, the pain that came as soon as I left my old world and entered this surrealism.

As we came to a standstill my 'father' got out of the vintage Renault first and not a second later the chauffer came to my side of the door and offering me a hand helped me out of the car. Still in a state of half fear and half excitement I stepped out onto the cool ground beneath me. All of a sudden I became filled with a sense of awe that I had only come close to feeling when I looked longingly at the ship in books that I had read. I had seen the film Titanic more times than I could possibly remember but seeing the magnificent ship in real life was something that nothing could prepare you for. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Isn't she something?" 'Father' sighed as he came to stand beside me.

"Yes. She is something." I whispered in awe, while 'father' had an Officer take our luggage to some unknown destination. I had to fight the giggle that threatened to surface when I imagined that he would be taking them to our parlour suites. The very thought of living this lifestyle felt so strange but yet so right.

"Come along then, we must hurry." 'Father' said as he offered me his arm and together we boarded the Titanic; I with baited breath.

"Welcome aboard the Titanic, Mr. Corbett. You will be staying in Suites 20 and 21." The Officer told us as he pointed us in the direction of what must be our rooms. With this said I felt an enormous sense of foreboding, as if I was here for a reason. But I alone knew the fate of this ship and this scared me to death.

Shaking my head and trying to relieve myself of those terrible thoughts I smiled at the relief that I had my own suite. This way I would not have to share with a man, supposed to be my father, who I had only met this morning. So many questions were racing through my mind that I longed to be alone and quickened my pace along the hallway towards my suite.

By the time I entered my suite I found Bryony already unpacking my suitcase. I saw so many foreign but exquisitely beautiful gowns and suits emerge from my travelling case that took me back to my childhood, when I would play dress up with my dear mother. When I reached out to touch a particularly beautiful blue velvet piece, Bryony stopped me with a look.

"No, Miss. This is not something a lady should do."

Sensing that my presence was unwanted I gave up trying to unpack and made my way up to the deck where I watched Titanic leave port.

As the ship pulled away I felt myself being dragged back into my thoughts. I finally felt the true gravity of my situation hitting me hard, like a slap to the face. What had happened? Why was I here, at this point in time, on the Titanic of all places? Nothing seemed to make sense. I felt like I was being blinded by awe, like I was in a dream or a fantasy. True, most nights I was taken from my bed to faraway lands, places I had only read about. These were the moments, in my true life that I felt complete. The mediocre conventions of the 21st century had never interested me and I had always turned to history to find release.

I found something delightfully energising about the tragedies of our past, so much so that I felt that I had been born in the wrong century most of the time.

Hearing the laughter of the people on board turned my stomach. I felt horrified that I was the only person here that knew what terrible fate there was in store for these poor souls. I began to cry, despite myself, at the thought of the children that I had seen boarding. These were the innocents whose death I cried over numerous times, alone in my flat, reading articles and accounts of the tragedy.

But in my sadness I realised that I was forgetting the big picture. I was here for a reason. Why else would I have been sent here, if that was what had happened? I had never been the sort of girl to stick my nose up at destiny and I knew that if I was destined for some great purpose then I would be a fool to ignore it. Maybe I was here to save the lives of the innocent souls of the Titanic. I looked around me. An elderly couple were promenading down on the deck to some silent tune, they eyes shut tight like their embrace.

This was the image of true love, something I had yet to experience. I sighed and thought, if I could only save that couple my life will have been full.

Smiling as I saw the couple move in for a chaste kiss I knew I was staring and this made me blush. I turned in my modesty, remembering that I was in 1914 and not 2009. Once again the idea that it was my destiny to save these innocent people came into my mind. I cemented it there, and unbeknown to me, it would save my life.

I suddenly awoke from my romantic reverie and realised that the couple on the deck were coming towards me. "Hello my dear, and how do you fare this day?" said the little lady, who still looked beautiful in her elegant emerald green day suit. I replied that I was most well; speaking in a more sophisticated dialect that I'd noted ladies speaking in on film which came to me naturally.

"Mind how you go, my dear. The ocean is like a wild animal; untameable but beautiful." The little old lady did not know how right she was. With that said she patted my arm and left me, dazed and confused, on the deck overlooking that wild ocean.

Soon, I could hear footsteps approaching, so I composed myself and turned politely to see the man who was my 'father' smiling down at me. I had always been on the shorter side, but with this man stood beside me I felt practically dwarfed.

"My dear, what are you doing out here?" He boomed, his voice strong and familiar.

"I…I was just admiring the view, father." I swallowed as I said it, resisting the urge to vomit. This man was not my father, whatever he may say. I did not know what life I had supposedly lived in this time, but I did know that it filled me with more unease then I cared to mention.

"Ah yes, darling Attica, it is beautiful. I only wish your mother could have been with us." Looking down at his feet he shuffled and coughed loudly. Obviously it was hard for this man, born in the 19th century to show emotion, even at the passing of his wife. I understood that I should not press the matter, for in my position I was vulnerable without information. Just as this thought possessed my mind I head my father clear his throat once more.

"Oh, how my darling Beatrice would have adored your Damion".

I realised that Beatrice was the name of my deceased mother and a strange sense of bereavement came across me. In my 'other' life I had a mother, Angela and although we had a somewhat strained relationship, the thought of losing her was devastating. To shake that thought from my mind I asked my father the question "why is that?"

Looking slightly bemused, if a little blurry eyed, my father smiled jovially and said "Why, because Damion has all the aspects of a great man and will make you a fine husband. Surely you know this much, my pet, that Damion's respect and love for you knows no bounds. Your love blossomed in such a way that it reminded me of your mother and I. To see your cheeks bloom from innocent blossom to red rose at the very mention of his name was enough to secure his right to your heart. I am thankful that, like your mother and I, you have found a true love match. I know far too many unhappy couples in society, although I must be discrete, who look at each others with eyes passionless and dead. My dear, I would never wish that fate upon you, even if you are a lady of society."

Aware that he had spoken from the heart and that I was greatly touched by his words my father stopped and straightened himself.

In fact, it dawned on me that I did not know anything about my supposed fiancé, Damion, the reason we were taking this fateful journey.

I felt that I had better interject to save him from faltering.

"Yes, it is true that Damion wooed me with the greatest intent. And I should surely be pleased with a match so loving." This was a rather haphazard attempt at ambiguity and my father was certainly displeased.

He began rather hotly. "Pleased, of course you will be pleased! Not only is Damion a man of considerable wealth and power but he loves you more than all the money in the world. You would be a damned fool not to receive him in New York without grace and obedience." I flushed, obviously confused that I had a relationship with a powerful and loving man, but also embarrassed that a man who I had just met was lecturing me about obedience.

"What is this? You do not even wear his ring? This is outrageous. You must go at once and put it on, you disgraceful girl! What if someone sees you, they will think you a free woman and God knows what trouble you will bring to my door. I do not want another Mr. Hill incident my dearest daughter."

He almost screamed at me, having the opposite of the desired effect. I immediately burst into laughter at his purple face and popping eyes before I remembered where I was.

His hand was cool and sharp as it whipped across my face.

"Do not ever disrespect your father. Get to your room and God help you if I see you on the deck once more" And with that burst of anger he was gone, flounced off to his own suite. Where I hoped he would stay, so I did not have to see him for a good while.

"Miss?"

I do not know how long I had been lost in my thoughts. I was only pulled from my trance when I heard that deep male voice. Slowly turning to face my inquisitor, I was breathless. The man who faced me had wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes. He had a strong and defined jaw. I realised that this man was not only beautiful but familiar. Suddenly I knew that this man standing in front of me was none other than 1st Officer Murdoch himself.

"Miss, are you alright?" he asked as he took a small step towards me in concern, and it was then that I realized that I had been crying.

"Oh, My God!" I screamed and turned away from him to hide my tears, which I wiped away hastily.

"Miss, it is alright," Officer Murdoch said as he came to stand beside me. "Here." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to me.

"Thanks." I said as I took it and carefully dried my tears, and as I did so I noticed that the handkerchief had a certain scent to it, after a while I was able to detect this scent as being Officer Murdoch's own scent.

"I am so sorry for that." I told him as I turned to face him.

"There is nothing to apologize for Miss..." he waited patiently for me to tell him my name.

"Attica Corbett." I told him with a nod.

"Miss Corbett," he repeated almost testing to see how it sounded. "If I may ask what had you so upset?" he asked.

"Oh. It was nothing I was just missing home." I told him, although I knew that that was a complete lie. The truth was that I was on this ship that I knew was on a one way track for tragedy and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. All the poor unfortunate souls that would die on that fateful night, Including Murdoch himself, I would be lying if I said that I did not like Murdoch in the film, and by what I had gathered so far from the real Murdoch I liked him too.

"Oh, Miss. I am sure that it is not good bye forever." I nodded weakly. Oh, how could I possibly tell him that the grandest ship in the world would be at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean in just five days, how could I tell him that he would die in five days. Then it struck me, what if he did not have to die? What if I could save him? And with that I made up my mind that I would do everything in my power to save Officer Murdoch.

"Yes your right, I'm just being silly." I told him as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, "Thank you Officer..." Although I already knew his name I still asked out of politeness.

"1st Officer William Murdoch." He answered with a bow of his head. "And there is nothing for you to apologise for Miss, Corbett, it is quite understandable." He said with a kind smile.

"Thanks again Officer Murdoch." I said as I handed him back his handkerchief.

"No, you keep it. You never know when you might need it again." He said as he pushed my hand back towards me. Although he may have hinted towards that I may cry again, I was still happy to have something of his with me, and so I simply nodded.

"Now, will you allow me to escort you back to your suite?" he asked.

"Sure." I replied and with that he offered me his arm and I took it gladly as we made our way back my suite.