Angel: This is the second to last chapter before I will officially end the poll from my profile. I don't know how many votes Sonic X has, but I honestly do not feel like counting them. Just looking at them reminds me of how much I DIDN'T want to write it so soon. Tomorrow the poll will end and whichever story wins will be posted next weekend.

She never felt so cold until now. Her hand was holding onto Leo. She opened her eyes and kicked her legs to reach for the surface as the vortex tries to pull them down. It might've been easy for Leo to breathe, but not Amy. It was incredibly difficult for her to reach the surface when she saw Leo was pulled down and his hand slipped from hers. Her heart plummeted and she tried to find him again drifting down. She was frightened of the idea going down to reach him. She couldn't see anything so she reached for him but she felt nothing except pin from the deathly cold water attacking her.

She had to reach the surface for herself otherwise she would die. She kicked for the surface and just as soon as she did, she took a deep breath. It was a rolling chaos of screaming, thrashing people. Over a thousand people were now floating where the ship went down. She heard hundreds of cries, shouting, screaming, praying, moaning, and pleas that she could never forget. Others were stunned, gasping for breath. It was permanently scarred in her memory.

The cold water felt like it was trying to kill her. She could almost not feel her body. She turned around, looking for Leo. She hoped to God that he was alive.

"Leo! Leo! Leo!" She screamed, searching frantically for him.

She looked everywhere for him, hoping and praying that he was alive. But there was not a single sign of him. It was hard to recognize him because of the thousand people as she continued to cry out for him. She swam, trying to find Leo or least a least a piece of wreckage.

"Leo!" She yelled. She heard someone breathing and she turned just in time to see a man struggling to stay afloat when he suddenly climbed on her. Her heart was racing with panic and she was forced under the water. She struggled to get the man off her. She tried to wrench his hands off her but he had a steel grip.

She jumped and screamed. "NO!" She was thrust down in the water again and she kicked against the man, desperate to be free.

"Let her go!" Leo suddenly came out of nowhere, punching the man in the face as Amy surfaced. He turned to her. "I need you to swim, Ames! Swim!"

She tried but luckily Leo pulled her. They swam through the crowd of people. She didn't know if she was going to survive, but if anyone was going to make it out of here, for Leo, it was Ames. She was so young and needed to live her life. He loved her, he had to let her live...she was a survivor, his love, his everything.

"Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come on, Ames, you can do it," he reassured her. She could barely hear him when all there was loud screaming and wailing of tortured souls. It cut her like a knife to hear a thousand of people dying in the cold, black water. The sense of isolation and despair was so overwhelming. "Look for something to float on. Some debris...wood...anything."

She sniffled. "It's so cold."

"I know," Leo said reassuringly. "I know, but look around..."

She looked around for something to float on. They continued swimming, looking for something to float on when Leo saw something. It was a piece of debris and they swam towards it. She recognized it was a door from the First Class lobby.

"Get on, Ames." She managed to get on. Leo tried to get on it, but it tilted and submerged, Amy sliding off it. Leo leapt off from the door.

"Stay on it. Stay on, Ames," Leo told her as she got back on.

"Leo," she murmured, knowing that he could die if he stayed in the water.

"You'll be alright now. You'll be alright now," he told her, silently telling her to stay on the debris. Minutes passed and it had proven to be hard to survive than to die. She thought of all of the deceased people. She didn't pity because they were free from the pain. She pitied the living because they struggled to survive.

Her hair dried, ice forming in her hair. Her body was so cold she could barely feel anything. She glanced at Leo, who was looking around. "T-The b-boats will c-come back for us, A-Ames. Hold on j-just a little l-longer. They...had to row away from t-the suction and now they'll b-be coming back."

She was trembling at this point, trying to talk but it hurt. She nodded, her teeth chattering. She heard people still screaming, calling for the lifeboats to come.

At boat one, they listened to the people crying out for help. "We should do something," Firemen Hendrickson explained. Lady Duff-Gordon glanced at her husband, squeezing his hand as she pleaded with her eyes. She was terrified.

"It's out of the question." That didn't mean they didn't feel guilty, though, hoping the screaming would stop soon...

At boat 6, Nadia listened to the screams against the darkness. She closed her eyes.

"You don't understand," Hitchens told Irma. "If we go back, they'll swamp the boat! They'll pull us right down I'm telling ya!"

"Knock it off," she stood up. "You're scaring me. C'mon, girls! Grab an oar, let's go!" Nobody moved an inch.

"Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the North Atlantic! Now do you people wanna live or do you wanna die?" The officer asked. Irma glanced at everyone, but they won't let up.

"I don't understand a one of ya. What's a matter with ya? It's your men out there!" One of them started crying in guilt. "There's plenty a room for more."

"And there'll be one less on this boat...if you don't shut that hole in your face!" He threatened. Nadia kept her eyes closed at the distant screams and whistles, shutting it all out. Irma sat back down reluctantly.

Fifth Officer Lowe, the impetuous young Welshman, had gotten some boats and a collapsible together, transferring passengers from 14 to the others, to empty his boat for a rescue attempt. "Now bring in your oars over there. Tie these two boats together as well. Now make sure that's tied up nice and tight." Lowe looked at the screaming people before turning to the others.

"Right! Listen to me, men! We have to go back! I wanna transfer all the women from this boat into that boat right now as quick as you can, please! Let's get some space over there. Forward and aft!"

Amy noticed as minutes passed by, it was getting quieter. She shifted to look at Leo, who rubbed her arms. His face was chalk within the darkness. There was a low moaning in the darkness around them.

"It's getting quiet," she whispered. She had lost hope...she didn't believe she was going to make it out of here. She was going to die...if she was to die, she would die happy. She'd die next to Leo, happy that she met him and fallen in love with him...at least they'd be together...

"Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized..."

She couldn't move, just staring at him. She knew he was trying to comfort her, but it didn't make her any happy because of the fact he was still in the water. Turtles were cold-blooded, Leo wouldn't last any longer...behind Leo she saw that Officer Wilde, the one who was blowing the whistle, had stopped moving. He was slumped in his life-jacket, looking almost asleep. He had died of exposure.

"I don't know about you. But I intend to w-write a strongly-worded letter to the White Star Line about all this," Leo said, the two giving a weak smile to each other. She wanted to laugh, but everything was so cold...

"I love you, Leo," she said, finding his eyes in the dim light. He looked at her, his smile faltering.

"No...don't you do that. Don't say your good-byes. Not yet. D-Do you understand me?" He knew he didn't say it back, but he had to be strong for her. But he needed some way to tell her that he loved her too. And if he had to be strong to do that, then he would.

"I'm so cold," tears came to her eyes.

"Listen, Ames...you're going to make it out of here. You're going to go on, and you're going to make lots of babies, and you're going to watch them grow. You're going to die an old...an old lady, warm in her bed. Not here. Not this night. Not like this. D-Do you understand me?" He said, his voice trembling but his eyes were determined on her. Hot tears escaped from the brim of her eyes. She was touched by what Leo said...it sounded nice to do those things. It was what she had wanted...to grow up, find a man to love, get married and have children...

"I can't feel my body..." Her throat was starting to hurt as she closed her eyes a little.

"Winning that ticket, Ames, was the b-best t-thing that ever happened to m-me. It brought me to you...I love you, and I'm thankful for that, Ames. I'm thankful." She started crying at his beautiful words. "You must...you must...you must do me this honor...you must promise me that you'll survive...that you won't give up, no matter what happens...no matter how...hopeless...Promise me now, Ames...and never let go of that promise."

She nodded. "I promise."

"Never let go," he gripped her hand.

"I promise. I will never let go, Leo. I'll never let go..." She gripped his hand back as she shivered. He leaned in and kissed her briefly, both of them shivering as they were both terrifyingly cold.