CUT TO: 123 EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC

(ON TITANIC, steaming hell-bent through the darkness, hurling up white water at the bows. The bow comes straight at us, until the bow wave WIPES THE FRAME-)

CUT TO: 124 INT. HOLD #2

(PUSHING IN on the rear window of the Renault, which is completely fogged up. Cynder's hand comes up and slams against the glass for a moment, making a handprint in the veil of condensation. INSIDE THE CAR, Spyro's overcoat is like a blanket over them. It stirs and Cynder pulls it down. They are huddled under it, intertwined. Their faces are flushed and they look at each other wonderingly. She puts her hand on his face, as if making sure he is real.)

CYNDER: You're trembling.

SPYRO: It's okay. I'm alright. (He lays his cheek against her chest.) I can feel your heart beating.

(She hugs his head to her chest, and just holds on for dear life.)

CYNDER (V.O.): Well, I wasn't the first teenage girl to get seduced in the backseat of a car, and certainly not the last, by several million. He had such fine hands, artists' hands, but strong too... roughened by work. I remember their touch even now.

CUT TO: 125 EXT. ATLANTIC / TITANIC - NIGHT

(The bow sweeps under us, and the CAMERA CLIMBS toward the foremast and the tiny half-cylinder of the crow's nest, which grows as we push in on lookouts Night Shift and Spy Rise. They are stamping their feet and swinging their arms, trying to keep warm in the 22 knot freezing wind, which whips vapor of their breath away behind.)

NIGHT SHIFT: You can smell ice, you know, when it's near.

SPY RISE: Bollocks.

NIGHT SHIFT: Well I can.

CUT TO: 126 INT. BOILER ROOM SIX

(Without hearing the words over the roar of the furnaces, we see stokers telling TWO STEWARDS which way Cynder and Spyro went. The stewards move off toward the forward holds.)

CUT TO: 127 INT. FLAME AND CYNDER'S SUITE

(Flame stands at the open safe. He stares at the drawing of Cynder and his face clenches with fury. He reads the not again: "DARLING, NOW YOU CAN KEEP US BOTH LOCKED IN YOUR SAFE, CYNDER". Hunter, standing behind him, looks over his shoulder at the drawing. Flame crumples Cynder's note, then takes the drawing in both hands as if to rip it in half. He tenses to do it, then stops himself.)

FLAME: I have a better idea.

Uh oh, Flame's up to something! What is he planning? Well, if you've seen the movie, you already know what's going through his head. Anyways, the lookouts are smelling ice, so this can't be good. To see what on earth Flame's planning, tune in next chapter. Same Time, Same Channel!