Oh man! Who is this kid?
-One second, honey!
I quickly put on a dressing gown, over my pajamas. It's only 7 am on the clock.
For some reason, a strong weakness. It's hard to go. Feeling like the soul was pulled out. Actually, that's true. Leg hurts a lot. The previous owner of this body must have been injured.
When I opened the door, I saw a girl about 10 or 12 years old in a school dress.
-Daddy, I'm going to school – said she – and came to say good bye.
-Ok. Cool. Let me walk you to the door.
The girl looked at me in surprise after "cool" word.
I should find kids birth certificates. Otherwise, the children will think that their dad has gone crazy forgetting their names.
We going down to the first floor by a narrow staircase with a wooden railing.
To the left is a living room with a nice sofa in the fashion of these years and a fireplace. There is also a beautiful bay window. Humble, nice. Oh, those Europeans, there is even a dining room here.
I liked and disliked this old-fashioned house at the same time.
It reminded me of Freddie Mercury's "I want to break free" video. Where he was with the vacuum cleaner. The same staircase to the second floor, only covered with a beautiful soft carpet, same style of wallpaper, same size of the rooms. But no TV.
Behind the stairs I found a second exit to the backyard. There's nothing interesting there. Children's swing, sandbox, covered garden furniture. In my past life I lived in a huge 20-store apartment building and always had a dream to live in my own house. But couldn't afford one.
Hey I'm starting to like it here!
Dealt with the house. It has 6 rooms and a kitchen. There is also a cellar with all kinds of tools and a coal stove for heating. Cave age. Gas will not be brought here for a long time.
Behind the door I found the morning newspaper "Liverpool Echo". Never heard about it.
Letters and newspapers are thrown into a small slot on the door, made especially for this, and no box. I look at the date March 26, 1912. What is going on there? Showbiz news… premieres of some silent movies. Hell yeah. After 3D and IMAX, I will definitely want to see your amateur art. The first page is dedicated to the upcoming voyage of Titanic. So, let's read. I sit down in a chair. This article is probably heavily paid for by White Star Line. Everything they have is luxurious, fast - the very best. Windbags which killed 1500 people.
Yeah, here's another interesting one: Captain Edward Smith, who is called the "Captain of Millionaires". I giggle. If you only knew where your captain of millionaires ended up, who even the sailors did not listen to and did not turn the half-empty boat back to the ship. "Authority figure".
With sad irony, I finish reading the article, throwing the paper away. Really necessary to think about a plan of action. I'm not going to the bottom of the sea.
Suddenly I understood that something strange is happening here.
As I remember from history, Wilde didn't come home after arriving on Olympic from New-York in March. He stayed in Southampton until Titanic's maiden voyage on 10 April. History started to change?
In the bedroom I finally find the birth certificates of the children. What do we have here? Jane Elizabeth Wilde born 1901, Henry Owen Wilde 1904, George Arnold Wilde 1906, Annie Wilde 1909.
And are they all my children now? God, there are four! 11, 7, 5 and 3 years old. An entire kindergarten. For what?
Maybe run away? By the time they will remember about me, I'll be far away.
I don't remember well what happened next. After breakfast, I again had a strong pain everywhere. I slept through the rest of the day, scaring the kids badly. They thought I was going to die.