They began to undress each other. They kissed passionately, consumed by the heat of the moment. He was gentle in his touch, but Mia pulled him towards her wanting more. Kevin cradled her back with his arm and proceeded to make love to her, the love between the two of them enough to take them to their own world again.

In the wireless room, a brilliant arc of electricity filled, the sparks gaping of the Marconi instrument as Senior Wireless Operator Rocky DeSantos rapidly keyed out a message. Junior Operator Adam Park looked through the huge stack of outgoing messages swamping them.

"Look at this one, he wants his private train to meet him. La dee da." He slapped them down. "We'll be up all bloody night on this lot."

Rocky started to receive an incoming message from a nearby ship, the Leyland freighter Californian, which jammed his outgoing signal. At such close range, the beeps were deafening. "Christ! It's that idiot on the Californian."

Cursing, Rocky furiously keyed a rebuke.

Wireless Operator Ethan James pulled his earphone off his ear as the Titanic's spark deafened him. He translated the message for Third Officer Ryan Grayson. "Stupid bastard. I try to warn him about the ice, and he says 'Keep out. Shut up. I'm working Cape Race.' "

"Now what's he sending?" Ryan asked.

" 'No seasickness. Poker business good. Al.' Well, that's it for me. I'm shutting down." As Ethn wearily switched off his generator, Ryan went out on deck. The ship was stopped from the edge of a field of pack ice and icebergs stretching as far as the eye can see.

Titanic was steaming hellbent through the darkness, hurling up white water at the bows.

In the Renault in the cargo hold, the rear window was completely fogged up. Mia's hand came up, slamming against the glass for a moment, making a handprint in the veil of condensation. The two of them laid in embrace, not wanting to return to anything or anyone as Mia was covered in a blanket. Their faces were flushed and they looked at each other wonderingly. She put her hand to his face, as if making sure he was real. Amy looked at Kevin, concerned.

"You're trembling."

"It's okay. I'm alright," he assured her and they shared a brief kiss before he placed his cheek against her chest. "Your heart...it's beating so fast." She hugged him to her, vowing to remember this moment forever.

The bow swept, lookouts Hunter and Blake stamping their feet and swinging their arms, trying to keep warm in the 22 knot freezing wind. It whipped vapor of their breath away behind.

"You can smell ice, you know, when it's near."

"Bollocks."

"Well I can."

In Boiler Room six, without hearing the words over the roar of the furnaces, stokers were telling two stewards which way Mia and Kevin went. The stewards moved on toward the forward holds.

Jayden stood at the open safe in his and Mia's suite. He stared at the drawing of Mia and his face clenched with fury. He read the note again.

Darling, now you can keep us both locked in your safe. Mia.

Mentor Ji, standing behind him, looked over his shoulder at the drawing. Jayden crumpled Mia's note, then took the drawing in both of his hands as if to rip it in half. He tensed to do it, but then he stopped himself.

"I have a better idea."

The two stewards entered the cargo hold. They had electric torches and played the beams around the hold. They spotted the Renault with its fogged up rear window and approached it slowly. The torch lighted up on Mia's handprint, which was still there. One steward whipped open the door.

"Got yer!"

But the back seat was empty.

Mia and Kevin, fully dressed, came through a crew door onto the deck. They could barely stand, they were laughing so hard, recalling the confused expressions of the workers in the boiler rooms. Up above them, in the crow's nest, lookout Fleet heard the disturbance below and looked around and back down to the well deck, where he could see two figures embracing. Mia and Kevin stood in each other's arms. Their breath clouded around them in the now freezing air, but they don't even feel the cold.

"When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you," she revealed.

He looked at her with a mix of bewilderment and glee. "This is crazy," he smiled, holding her tighter.

"I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it," she laughed. He pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. They never thought it was possible to love someone, but there it was. They loved each other with all of their hearts.

Hunter nudged Blake. "Cor...look at that, would ya?"

"They're a bloody sight warmer than we are."

"Well if that's what it takes for us two to get warm, I'd rather not, if it's all the same."

They both had a good laugh at that one. It was Hunter whose expression fell first. Glancing forward again, he did a double take. The color drained out of his face.

A massive iceberg right in their path, 500 yards out. "Bugger me!"

Hunter reached past Blake and rung out the lookout bell three times, then grabbed the telephone, calling the bridge. He waited precious seconds for it to be picked up, never taking his eyes off the black mass ahead. "Pick up, ya bastard."

Inside the enclosed warehouse, Sixth Officer Shane Clarke walked unhurriedly to the telephone, picking it up.

"Is someone there?"

"Yes. What do you see?"

"Iceberg right ahead!"

"Thank you." He hung up, turning to Dustin. "Iceberg right ahead!"

Jared saw it and rushed to the engine room telegraph. Dustin signaling 'Full Speed Astern,' he yelled to Quatermaster Hitchins, who was at the wheel. "Hard a' starboard."

Shane was standing behind Dustin. "Hard a' starboard. The helm is hard over, sir."

Chief Engineer Gizmo was just checking the soup he was warming on a steam manifold when the engine telegraph clanged, then went...incredibly...to Full Speed Astern. He and the other engineers just stared at it for a second, unbelieving what they were seeing. Then Gizmo reacted.

"Full Astern. FULL ASTERN!"

The engineers and greasers, like madmen, rushed to close steam valves and started breaking the almighty propeller shafts, big as Sequoias, to a stop. In Boiler Room six, leading stoker Mammoth was standing with 2nd Engineer Billy Numerous when the red warning light and stop indicator came on.

"Shut all dampers! Shut 'em!" Hesketh ordered.

From the bridge Dustin watched the burg growing...straight ahead. The bow finally started to come left (since the ship turned the reverse of the helm setting). Dustin's jaw clenched as the bow turned with agonizing slowness. He held his breath as the horrible physics played out.

In the crow's nest, Conner Mcknight braced himself. The bow of the ship thundered and...

KRUUUUNCH!

The ship hit the berg on its starboard bow.