When Sasha woke up, she found herself laying in a completely different bed. It was not like her own at all as it was Queen-sized and also had a dark pink covering and larger pillows which seemed to be stuffed with feathers instead of cotton. It was also at least ten times more cozy and comfy. She sat up slowly and found she was also now in a completely different room that also looked much larger than her own. It had beige painted walls and a carpet that was dark green and there was a big rug in the middle of it which had an intricate oriental design on it. She also saw various pieces of furniture in the room including a table and a chair, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. And the strangest thing was that all of the furniture looked antique and yet also looked completely brand new.
She slowly got off of the bed and looked around her. She spotted a window in the corner behind her, except it was shaped round which meant it was actually a porthole. With her breath and heartbeat coming fast she walked up to it and looked out, and sure enough she saw a vast blue ocean everywhere that seemed to be moving by which had to mean she was on a ship.
She turned back towards the bed and looked for the ceramic angel but it was nowhere to found, strangely enough. Just then a wild thought came into her mind and she gasped at it. She then went to the door of her strange new room and opened it and went out.
The next moment she found herself standing on a long and wide boat deck of an enormously big and long ship that really was sailing along on the ocean. She found it was nighttime also. She looked up and exhaled softly at how many stars were filling up the sky. It was a magical sight.
While still looking up towards the stars she began to walk along down the deck. She walked on and on as the ship seemed to go on for miles and miles. And then she suddenly caught a faint sound being carried on the soft wind towards her. It was a gentle, soothing melody that warmed her heart to the core and reminded her of the music which the ceramic angel had played.
She began to follow the sound and as she went along she began to understand that it was actually someone singing a song in words which she couldn't comprehend although they seemed like the Italian which Mr. Valentini would sometimes speak.
She walked on until she reached the very edge of the ship at the stern. And there she found the source of the singing. She saw a young man who seemed to be only a two or three years older than her. He had midnight black hair that was slightly curled up in the back and he was wearing suspenders.
She continued to listen to his singing and couldn't but smile a little as she did so. When he ended his song on a soft and low note he sat for a moment longer and then stood up. When he turned around he saw her and looked startled for a moment and then he smiled and said in a soft and rather childlike voice with a very strong Italian accent,
"Buona sera!"
"Good evening," Sasha replied. "I listened to your singing, I hope you don't mind. I really enjoyed it."
He shook his head gently and continued smiling. "My name Fabrizio." he said, holding his hand out towards Sasha. She put her hand in his and they shook hands.
"I'm Sasha." she said.
"Is va bene to meet you, Sasha," he said with a sweet and sincere smile.
She smiled back, and then stopped when she thought again about how she didn't know where she was or how she had got here. "Um, this may seem like a rather stupid question, but where am I, exactly?" she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
The corner of Fabrizio's lips curved into a curious smile as his warm brown eyes glimmered with glee. "Cosa sei dici? We on the Titanic!" he exclaimed happily. "We all go to America!"
What? How in the world did I end up here? Sasha pondered silently while she tried to let all of this sink in. If we're on the Titanic, I suppose that means we're back in April of 1912.
"What day is it, exactly?" she asked, knowing that she is probably sounding rather stupid for asking.
"April the eleventh," he replied. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she said, still feeling very confused. "I've just felt very confused lately. In fact, I don't know what's going on anymore."
"Oh no. I'm so sorry," he said, sounding like he really meant it.
Sasha took in the sight of him. His eyes were his most distinguishing feature, they were brown in color, neither dark nor light, and even in the night she could see how they really truly sparkled. Never in her life had she seen eyes that sparkled at all.
"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay." Sasha said. Fabrizio smiled and Sasha noticed that he had the most wonderful smile.
"Shall I take you to your room?" Fabrizio asked. Sasha bit her lower lip.
Well, I can't just tell him where I am from. Sasha thought to herself. She looked at Fabrizio and nodded, while smiling. "Sure." she answered.
Fabrizio, held out his arm towards her. Sasha laughed and held onto his arm as they walked around the ship deck.
"Where is your room at?" Fabrizio asked.
"I remember it was back up that way," Sasha replied as she pointed far ahead of them.
Fabrizio now looked at her in great surprise, "Then that mean you first class, no?"
Um... yes, it does," she replied rather uneasily. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Oh no, no!" Fabrizio assured her quickly. "Not at all."
When they reached her stateroom, Fabrizio held the door for her and said, "Bounna notte, Signorina Sasha. "I see you tomorrow, per favor?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, sure. I'd love to," replied Sasha unable to keep the grin off her face.
Then Fabrizio unexpectedly gave her a tender kiss on her right cheek and then walked back to his own cabin.
Sasha felt breathless as she stepped into the cabin which was apparently hers. She found two sets of bunk beds and she climbed onto the one on the right. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep which wasn't easy at first because her mind was on her new situation.
She felt like she had entered into the Twilight Zone. She had been brought by some mysterious force back in time to 1912 on the Titanic which was due to sink in a few days, and presumably she was here for some unknown purpose. She wondered if it could have anything to do with Fabrizio who she just met. She had warmed up to him like she had to no one else before and he had warmed up to her in the same way, and his manners seemed impeccable. She thought she might like to get to know Fabrizio more tomorrow and hopefully find out what her purpose for being here was.
