An hour really wasn't that much time. Normally, one would think that an hour was an eternity, but in actuality, it really wasn't that big of a deal. There were sixty minutes in an hour, and sixty seconds in a minute, which meant that an hour consisted of 3600 seconds. And everybody knew how short a second was…Pocket change, really. Less than pocket change.

And the clock was ticking. Soon the boat would sink.

Eleanora hadn't seen anyone familiar for quite some time—it felt like hours and hours, which was of course ridiculous, as the boat was going to sink in an hour. It was so strange the way time could move so slowly and yet so quickly at the same time.

In fairness, she had seen the butler, but she still wasn't so sure if seeing the butler counted—especially after what she saw him do.

She had been running around the first-class area, trying to find a way to get to the deck, when she noticed a man waving a check around.

This was odd—she was pretty sure that money had no value in disaster situations—so she stopped and looked to see what he was planning on doing with that pretty piece of paper. He seemed to be trying to offer it to somebody…

And then a hearse pulled by two undead horses crashed into him and he was carried away, still screaming to be saved.

Eleanora blinked, mildly shocked. She had never seen an undead horse before—in fact, who on earth would want to resurrect horses? Somebody who really liked horses, maybe, but it was still rather strange.

She felt a pang as she watched the hearse drive by—that poor man.

But wait! There was someone standing by—someone who was just watching that man die. But who could possibly be so cruel to just stare so impassively?

The hearse crashed through the wall and she got a good look at them.

It was the butler. Of course.

Dammit, she really wished that she could be surprised. But she wasn't—she just glared at him in sheer disgust, and he just kind of rolled his eyes at seeing the man's death and he turned to go and suddenly he looked up and saw her.

His face went blank in shock, then he snapped into action and ran for her.

"Eleanora! Stay there and don't mo—"

Then the door on the far side of the hallway broke down and more of the undead humans poured out and began racing towards her and the butler was still shouting for her not to go anywhere.

"Screw that," she thought and ran.

That had been three hours ago—or was it three minutes? Her sense of time was still distorted and she still couldn't find the deck.

She was just about to give up and look for a crew member and ask for directions when the boat suddenly lurched to one side.

"Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit—"

Fortunately, she was able to crash into a wall and stay there for a few seconds, her mind racing. The boat had stabilized itself, but for how long? She couldn't stay on board anymore—her one hour was up.

There was a door several feet away from her that had been ripped off of its hinges; she snatched it up and ran for the railing, adrenaline giving her unnatural speed and strength.

She hurled the door over the side and hesitated at the railing. She should really say a prayer or something; didn't people say prayers in this sort of situation?

"Holy Mother, I'm too young to die," she finally said and leapt off the ship, into the frigid sea.