I woke up with a headache the next morning and opened my eyes to see my father staring at me with concern. "That's a little creepy, Dad." He shook his head at my attempt at humor. "I was starting to worry, Kat…I tried waking you up for breakfast, but you wouldn't budge. I was thinking of calling in a doctor." I almost laughed at his overreaction, but froze when I saw the clock. It was already nearing noon. "My Lord, I slept this late?" I suppose it made sense considering I hadn't fallen asleep until the sun came up. My mind suddenly went back to the note tucked safely away in my purse, and I felt a wave of nausea spread through me.

"Are you not feeling well, sweetheart? I can tell Charles that you're not up for the tour today?" I mentally kicked myself. I had completely forgotten about Mr. Lightoller's offer to show us around the ship. "No, I'm alright, Daddy. I suppose all the excitement of yesterday just exhausted me." He nodded and ruffled the hair on the top of my head. "Get dressed, honey. I'll meet you on the decks." When he closed the door behind him I walked over to find a dress. Amelia and the note still plagued my mind, and I absentmindedly grabbed a dress and put it on, then quickly pulled a comb through my hair, not caring much how I looked.

When I reached the decks I spotted my father staring out at the sea. "Hi, Daddy." He turned around and smiled at me, before his eyes widened a bit and he covered his mouth to avoid laughing. "What is it? Is something wrong?" He walked over to me and reached into my hair, pulling out my small comb. My face must have resembled a cherry, if not a darker red. I snatched the comb from his hand and threw it in my purse, forcing me to come face to face with the note once again. "Are you sure you're feeling alright, Kat? It's not like you to leave the room without checking yourself in the mirror first." "Oh so now I'm vain? So what, there was a comb in my hair, laugh all you want." I turned away from him and crossed my arms, suddenly feeling like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum.

"Katharine, what's wrong? You never behave like this…something must be bothering you. If it's about the discussion we had last night, I want to apologize…" I shook my head, motioning for him to stop. "It's not that, Daddy. I'm sorry. I guess sleeping so late made me cranky." He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't completely convinced. He didn't have much time to consider it though, because at that moment Mr. Lightoller appeared from a door a few feet away from us. "William, there you are! I hope you haven't been waiting long?" "Not at all…in fact, Katharine only woke up a short while ago," my father chuckled. Mr. Lightoller raised his eyebrows at this in amusement, "Is that so?" I shrugged, embarrassed. "Well then, if you're ready, I can start the tour." My father and Charles walked along, both engrossed in every detail of the ship. I stayed back a few steps, lost in my own thoughts…not that it mattered; they were too distracted to notice anyway. We were roaming the first class decks when I felt a sharp pull and found myself inside the swimming pool room, which was once again empty. I was about to yell when I noticed who had kidnapped me; Harry. I put my hand to my heart and felt its quickened pace before slapping Harry's chest playfully. "You scared me half to death!" He chuckled and wrapped me in a warm hug. I sighed, content, and buried my face in his jacket. He smelled like peppermint and the ocean.

"I'm sorry, Love. When I saw you passing I couldn't resist." His grin made it impossible for me to stay mad at him, even if I was only pretending. "What were you doing in here anyway?" He shrugged, looking around. "I got bored on my shift so I came to check if anyone was in here…I've yet to see anyone use the pool, and I'm thinking it's an awful waste." I nodded in agreement before remembering the note that weighed heavily on my mind. "I have to show you something, Harry. I was getting ready for bed last night when there was a knock on my door, and this was slid under it." I handed him the note, and he turned it curiously in his hands before reading it. I watched as his expression turned from confusion to anger, and he handed it back to me silently. "Amelia." He whispered it so softly I almost thought I had imagined it.

"What do we do?" I whispered back frantically, "She doesn't have proof that anything is going on, so she couldn't possibly report you to Captain Smith, right?" He looked at me unhappily and shook his head. "The Preston family is very powerful…it would be her word against ours, and I can't see how we'd stand a chance." I bit my lip to keep from sobbing and placed my hand against Harry's cheek. "I won't let her ruin this. It's been only a day and already I can't imagine not being able to see you. Whatever has to be done, I'll do it…if it means sneaking around or meeting only at certain times, so be it." He smiled sadly and placed his hand over mine on his cheek. "She's a conceded person, Kat, much like the rest of the first class. She won't assume that I'm involved with a second class girl over her unless we give her a reason to believe so. We'll just have to do our best to avoid her, and not get caught doing anything suspicious," he affirmed.

"But Harry…if she knew where my room was, wouldn't that mean that she had been waiting and followed us? That she saw everything…including the kiss?" He shook his head, looking sure of himself. "No, where we were on the deck offered nowhere for her to hide without being easily detected. As for on the walk, I suppose it's possible, but I didn't kiss you when we reached your room so that would offer no evidence either" I nodded, remembering that Harry hadn't kissed me in front of the stewardess that had been walking down the hall. "She must have felt threatened by your presence on the deck, and decided to warn you before you could take what she believes to be hers." I sighed again and cuddled back into his embrace. He held me tightly, creating a sense of security that I never imagined I could feel.

After what felt like forever, I released myself from his hold. "My father and Mr. Lightoller must have realized I'm gone by now. It would be quite ridiculous if they haven't," I almost laughed, "I should return to the decks. I'll say I felt lightheaded and decided to sit." Harry nodded and kissed me, holding his lips to mine and making my head spin. I unwillingly pulled away but kept our foreheads pressed together. "Meet me here at ten tonight…if you can," he whispered. I nodded and allowed him to leave the room before me, waiting a few minutes before then exiting myself, ensuring that no one saw us leave together.