NOTE: I do not own any of the characters from Titanic 1997. Only my own

CHAPTER TWO

1912

The sun shot through the curtains and crept into the room. Amanda's arm instinctively moved to cover her eyes. She then turned over and tried to go back to sleep.

"Are you still asleep in there?" A voice asked then opened the door. Amanda shot straight up.

A young woman who looked to be about Amanda's age popped her head into the room.

"Mandy dear when have about another half hour then we have to be at the ship. Don't tell me you're not ready to leave!"

Amanda blinked then rubbed her eyes. She did not recognize who the person was that was not only standing ten feet away but also had called her by her nickname. She looked around the room, and everything she saw did not look modern. She looked under her pillow then on the nightstand by the bed. Her phone was nowhere to be found.

Amanda cleared her throat. "Where am I...who are you?"

The woman laughed lightly then sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't be pulling one of your jokes with me missy."

Amanda could not comprehend what was happening. The last thing she remembered was being in a plane that was about to crash.

The woman rolled her eyes and then looked back at her. "Sara, your best friend."

Amanda was still perplexed. She slowly got out of the bed and then looked at her nightgown. It was something that was definitely not hers.

"Where am I?"

Sara got up off the bed then put her hands on Amanda's shoulders. She was dumbfounded as to why she was acting so oblivious.

"Did you have a bad dream again?" Sara smiled. "You have been having some interesting dreams for a while now. Are you anxious about going back to New York? Listen, we are going to be Second Class passengers on the largest and possibly the grandest ship in the world-"

Amanda's eyes widened in shock and she couldn't help but interrupt. "Wha What? Grandest ship in the world? Do you mean that we are going to be on the Titanic!?"

"Yes silly! We are going back home. Goodbye England!" Sara all but screamed.

Mandy didn't know whether or not to laugh or faint. She had come to the conclusion that she was now living in the early 1900s; a part of her thought that this was just a real vivid dream and that she would wake up back on the plane. The other part of her didn't know exactly what to think. She had to think of a way to act and talk like someone of the era and as a history major, she did have some knowledge but wasn't the same as being someone of the time.

"Well, I best get my things together then." Amanda smiled.

Sara stood back and then gave her a quick hug. "Be ready by eight!" She closed the door behind her.

"Holy shit." Amanda closed her eyes then exhaled. She couldn't tell anyone she was from 2013 and there was no way anyone would believe her. She would be thrown in a psychiatric ward if anyone were to hear her exploits of being from the future. The only thing she could do at this point was ride out the storm and get to New York. She went over to a chest of drawers and pulled out some undergarments. She held a piece of clothing up and then realized what it was.

"Corset? Yeah right like I'm going to wear this. Whomever designed this needs to be shot." Amanda thought to herself. She put the ridiculously looking things back in its drawer. She sighed. "Where is my stuff? She said to herself as she looked around the room.

Apparently from the looks of the bags sitting on the window seat, she had packed early. She walked over to the closet and opened it up. There wasn't much in there considering she was going back to the US, according to her bosom buddy, Sara. There was however, a light pink day dress with a black sash. Amanda shrugged her shoulders and took it off the hook. It was pretty and somewhat dainty for her liking, but it was the fashion of the time and she had to eventually get used to it if she was to permanently stay in the time warp she was in. The undergarments were actually kind of comfortable; the corset she wore wasn't all what she thought it would be. She looked herself in the mirror. Her chestnut brown hair was still down and in its waves. She took it in her hand and began to wrap it into a bun, then fastened it with a pin. After doing one last twirl in the mirror, she went over to her window seat, got her bags then proceeded down the stairs. In her mind, she was still confused and somewhat frightened, but at the same time, she was excited to be in such a period of time where all the things she had come to love, were just starting out...

The ride to the pier was a long one. She sat nervously in the backseat with Sara just looking out the window. The sights were gorgeous; it was early Spring, the trees were just now blossoming. Cars were just now coming into the picture, it was fascinating. The streets, buildings, and the people all screamed out Edwardian. It was scary, yet so pleasurable. Amanda grinned like a kid at Christmas. This was too real to be a dream.

She looked down and noticed her satchel was on her lap. Unfastening it, she curiously looked inside it; perfume, a mirror, a hair brush, and what looked to be a tiny book with a piece of paper sticking out of it. She unfolded the piece of paper and the word "Titanic" was in bold letters along with an admission for one second class passenger. That was when she felt her heart jump start and the reality of the situation began to sink in.

"I am so excited! We have been away for so long..." Sara said.

Amanda looked over at Sara and grinned. The girl was very fair-skinned, like a shade of alabaster. Her hair was bright strawberry blonde and her eyes were hazel. The girl looked stunning. In a way, Amanda felt like she looked dirty and improper compared to the pristine state that Sara looked to be. She couldn't imagine how they got to be best friends. Sara seemed to be the kind of girl who was kept sheltered and probably went through some finishing schools in her early life. She was also curious as to why they were even living abroad if they were from New York. Amanda looked back out the window; she could start to see masses of people. There were women in beautiful frocks and in fancy looking hats. The men looked very proper and some were carrying various pieces of luggage. She could then make out a large vessel in the foreground; this was when Amanda felt heat trickle up her neck and into her face. This was the Titanic, and this was going to be the fate of many people.

Amanda began to think of how oblivious these people were, including her best friend. She knew that there was no way people would ever believe her if she said anything about the night that was going to come in a matter of days. People would think she was mad and crazy; she would be locked away. Deemed to be deranged and deluded. There were then two choices that presented itself: to possibly prevent anything bad from happening and change history, or just figure out a way to survive.

"We are here! I can't believe it!" Sara's shrieking completely broke Amanda out from her reverie. She looked over at Sara and smiled. "Oh Mandy, we are such lucky girls to be going home on this huge ship!"

"Yes it is truly amazing." Amanda said then felt the car come to a halt. She started to feel the blood rush and a sudden pang of nausea.

"I wish Xanax existed right now..." She thought to herself.

Sara opened her door and all but ran out. Amanda sat in the car for a moment and attempted to digest what was happening. A part of her just wanted to wake up and this be a dream; the other was starting to get excited. She slowly opened the car door and scooted off the seat, bag in hand. She looked up and was taken back at how big the ship really was in real life. The sun made her cover her eyes just to get a good glance at the doomed vessel.

"Mandy, let's go get in line." Sara said then took Amanda's hand and proceeded them to the pier. A small line was starting to form outside one of the main doors. She could make out two men on the inside waiting to let people in. As they began to walk up the brow, Amanda's nerves started to dance. She couldn't believe that this was really happening and to make matters worse, her fear of heights started to kick in. The brow they were walking on to get to their entrance was inclining above the water. They stopped about thirty feet away from the hatch. Amanda swallowed hard and put her bag down. Trying not to look down, she looked straight forward to see if she can spot anyone in the doorway. From her vantage point, she could see two covered officers. She stood on the top of her toes to see if maybe she could get a good glimpse at them and possibly see if they resembled anyone from what she read about the Titanic.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked.

Amanda stood down. "Just trying to see something. What are you doing?"

Sara rolled her eyes.

"When are we supposed to be allowed to come onto the ship? It's balls cold out here." Amanda then stopped and realized she was talking her 2013 slang. She felt her face turn red.

"What did you just say?" Sara asked confused.

"It's cold out here. I'm cold." Amanda then crossed her arms to signify she cold, hoping Sara overlooked what she had slipped out.

"You were always a strange girl." Sara laughed. "I am sure we won't be out here too much longer I hope."

Amanda smiled then looked down at her feet then back up. She couldn't stand to be on the brow any longer. The water, along with the breeze made the air more chilly and it was driving her crazy. She could not wait to get on and warm up.

Suddenly, the line started to move and people were slowly and steadily heading onto the ship. Amanda's heart began to pound as she picked up her bag and began to walk up the brow. Sara's excitement reached an all time high.

"I can hardly speak! This is it!" She squealed. Amanda rolled her eyes from behind her.

Once they got about 10 feet away, there was a voice that seemed very familiar to Amanda. She looked around and saw the two officers at the edge of the door and bulkhead. One was a rather young looking man that had a feminine looking face. The other man, Amanda knew instantly. Her eyes rounded like saucers and her heart was beating in her ears. Sara walked up to the feminine looking man and handed him her second class ticket. He took it, stamped it then gave it back to her with a smile. Amanda went up to the other man and handed him her ticket.

"How are you today Miss?" The officer asked gently.

Amanda looked into his blue eyes and then felt like the ground beneath her disappeared.

"How are you Sir?" She managed to say.

The man smiled gently and then took her hand. Her eyes rounded in shock.

"I asked you first Miss." He said.

Amanda looked up at him. "I am just fine, cold, but fine. Thank you for asking." She said.

"Well once you get settled, you ought to get yourself some tea. The stewards will be more than happy to assist you with anything you may need." The man said then handed back her ticket.

She nodded in response and then picked her bag up and walked onto the ship. Sara was standing away waiting on her; she noted the dreamy look on her face and burst out laughing.

"Amanda dear, are you alright?"

Amanda proceeded to walk and not acknowledge her friend. She felt like she was on another planet. Sara hurried and caught up to her.

"Hello, Mandy? Best friend?" Sara said then took a hold of her arm. Amanda snapped back into reality.

"Oh my God I am sorry, I was daydreaming I guess." She managed to get out. She wouldn't tell Sara the real truth.

"I know what you mean! Isn't this place grand?" We have separate rooms but we share a powder room and sitting room. We are in rooms 30 and 31." Sara said.

Amanda then looked at her ticket and saw that she was in room C-31. "Baskin Robbins-Chocolate. 31 flavors, favorite flavor." She thought to herself as a good way to remember. The girls walked up to an elevator and the man smiled at them.

"Where to ladies?"

Sara spoke up. "C please."

They went up two decks and got off at their passageway. They followed where the sign on the wall told them to go and after turning the corner, they got to their rooms. Amanda opened the door and saw that her bags were already in her room. She had what looked to be a double bed, with white sheets and a dark green blanket. The walls were mahogany colored with mahogany furniture. She shut the door behind her and leaned up against the door. She shut her eyes and thought of seeing the man with the blue eyes meeting hers, his warm smile and his calm demeanor. Her stomach started to flutter at the thought of his smooth voice; smooth like velvet and honey. That was when she forgot about her present state; she forgot about her not being able to use her iPhone, hear her music playlists, driving her Jeep. She forgot about the lack of luxuries she was living without. Her mind was now occupied with one thing and one thing only...

Seeing him in the flesh, 1st Officer Murdoch.