April 12

Evening

The evening after the storm was very calm and quiet. The passengers were on their way to dinner. I sat down in a folding chair on the boat deck. The sunset was wonderful. Seagulls, ocean, light breeze. I close my eyes. How good.

The sailors cleaned the deck, stewards re-arranged the deck chairs. One hour before my watch ending.

"Oh My God, I can't believe it, I've never been this far away from home" is playing in my head.

Around 7 p.m, during my rounds I heard strange noise going from reading and writing room.

Strange because all the passengers are having dinner. It was heard something like "He's starting to change everything", "What do we do now?", "We must get rid of him.", "If Titanic makes it to New York, reality will break. Everything will collapse".

After the door opened, someone's strong hand grabbed me and sharply threw on the floor. I didn't even have time to understand anything. I only saw the shoes of those running away. Not at a loss, I quickly got up and ran after them. Unknown people fled in different directions, but I managed to catch up and knock down one.

With the strong arms of Henry Wilde, I seated the unknown elderly man in a chair. His appearance was not particularly memorable. Grey beard, low growth, dressed in a good suit as all first-class passengers. He was very confident and not in the least bit scared.

"Who were you going to get rid of, sir. And what did I mess up?" I asked irritably.

"Now from no one. You have already ruined everything, but we did not have time to stop you."

"You are not Henry Wilde. Outwardly yes, but not inside. I have seen many like you. With displaced souls." Сalmly answered the old man.

"Who are you?"

"William Stead. Soul reader"

"Who-o-o? You mean spiritualist?" That was unexpected, really.

"Spiritism is just a signboard. I track people who got here by mistake."

"How does this happen?"

"Everyone has a different path. They have only one thing in common – Vihara." William Stead said unknown word.

"What does it mean Vihara?"

"Shrine in Sanskrit. Also shelter from something dangerous, bad weather etc."

"How shelter is connected with Titanic and other people as you said displaced souls?"

"Very simple, young man. Do you remember how you got here?"

"After shooting" I answered reluctantly.

"Your soul avoided death and chose other era for escape. And you are in 1912 because you had something from this year. It was like a hook for moving here."

"I never had anything from 1912"

"Maybe someone from your family?"

I remembered my last dream. But decided not to tell anything about it.

"Maybe my father. He was exited of Titanic since his childhood. Even worked on the Cameron's movie set"

"Let's check"

"How can we check something from 2022 being in 1912?"

"Easier than you can imagine. Have you ever heard about automatic writing?"

"Is this quackery like a Ouija board?"

"The Ouija board, mediums and so on are for school children. There is no spirit world. Automatic writing helps me accept and receive messages from different eras. I'm kind of a dispatcher. Your father will see our conversation as a dream"

"So, there's no afterlife?"

"Of course, no. We can start now."

"I haven't seen him many years. My parents divorced when I was 10"

"Doesn't matter. Just say me his name"

"Kyle, Kyle Thompson"

Stead sat down at the table, took a pencil and a piece of paper. His face became empty – without emotions. Glass eyes. He asked: "Kyle Thompson, are you here?"

Then his hand trembled and wrote Yes. Who are you?

"I'm William Stead. Speaking from another dimension. I have a few questions"

Ask

"Do you have something from the beginning of the 20th century?"

I have one thing.

"What is it?"

Pocket watch. I bought them from Henry Wilde's relative. Titanic. He forgot to take this watch with him in April 1912".

"Mr. Stead, ask him is it possible to give back this watch to that family and return me back home?"

It's impossible. I bought memory and gave my son in return. Please forgive me, Teo. Tell him

William Stead's face again went back to normal. Hand threw a pencil.

"Seems like your father has nothing more to tell you"

"Does this mean I can't go back?"

"Do you need it? What was in your past life that made you want to go back? A family? Children? Cozy home? Interesting job?"

"Good questions" I thought "Mother never was interested in my life. I recently broke up with my girlfriend. I'm tired of being a police officer. I don't really want to go back. A week ago, I would like to return, but now perhaps not."

"Then I don't see the problem. Be Henry Wilde. Enjoy his life. Save his future, save all those people on board ."

"But you didn't tell me why other people might go back home."

"I and others are just dealing with the return of those who accidentally ended up in the wrong place. And returning them home if they are alive"

"What does it mean if they are alive?"

"If they had an old thing and in a moment of mortal danger, they found themselves in a different era but did not die. In their world, they are considered missing. In your case it will be impossible."

"Ok. I understand now. Just answer me one more question. Why did those other people who talked to you say that I should be eliminated? "

"They track random travelers too. And against any changes in history. You have already begun to change it. Now no one knows what will happen next. They don't like it."

"And how many of them are on board?"

"Travelers or soul readers?"

"Both, Mr. Stead"

"Four soul readers except me. Be careful with them. I'm not against the changes. But they are. Storm was the first step of reality changing. There will be more and maybe even worse. Get ready. I don't know about the travelers. But I suspect they are on board."

"I'm ready. If you believe in something, you must fight for it"

"Good luck Henry! I don't say goodbye."

"Thank you, Mr. Stead. Still can't realize that all this is true."

"Even impossible is possible, Mr. Wilde"

Soul reader left library and left me alone with a huge avalanche of discoveries. And I didn't have anyone to share it with. I'm not the only one lost in this world. Now it is clear where the book dated 1925 came from.