A/N: Hmm. I think I actually like this chapter. Well, I hope you like it. )

Later Later

Oh, Diary! You will never believe where I am right now! I am in a little hotel in Southampton with Erik. Oh, he got so much older! He is so different from the last time I saw him, I walked right past him; I didn't recognize him! I was humiliated, I must say! Maybe I should start before then, though. Gram really outdid herself with supper, with was simply fantastic! We had everything, and a homemade pie for dessert. My favourite.

After our wonderful dinner Grampa drove us all to the railroad station. Gram and Grampa both hugged me very tightly before I got on. Grampa was waving good bye proudly, and gram was crying, but smiling. "Good luck, Hannah" She said hugging me again. "Write. Write. Write." I smiled and promised I would. I watched them out of the window of the train until we rounded a corner and I could see them no more. I wonder if I would ever see them again. I fell asleep, but awoke in enough time to get off at the right stop. I got off the train and heard a deep male voice saying "Hannah Dugan!" when I saw my brother I hugged him. Then he held me at arm length and studied me. "God" he muttered under his breath. "How much you've grown! You're a young lady now!"

"Well, you've gotten much older yourself!" I told him. Than he gave me another rib-cracking hug.

We filled each other in on our lives during the walk to the hotel. He is engaged to a girl named Emma Porter. We will meet her in New York when we get off the Titanic, and I will be living with them. They are going to have a big wedding, because Erik can afford it now. Isn't that wonderful?! Also, Erik is a first class steward on the Titanic. How nice is that? Anyways, we get to the hotel. It is so nice! They even have a little room where can go and drink tea! I was taken aback by it! As soon as we got settled into out rooms I asked Erik if I could go looking around. He agreed. The city smells of the ocean water and there is always someone working on the docks.

I went down to the quay; I wanted to see the Titanic. I was walking around, but no sight of it. A lot of people where out, pointing at random spots. I saw a man pass by, who was talking about the Titanic, and asked him if he knew where it was.

"Right there, miss" he pointed in another direction. "Isn't she a beauty?" Then I looked up, a little farther from where I was standing. It was huge. Taller than some buildings. I couldn't believe how big it was! It looks so beautiful, all freshly painted and everything! I was staring at awe at the ship that loomed infront of me when a girl came up and started talking to me.
"Pretty nice, isn't it?" She smirked. I looked at her. She was wearing a long silk dress, and white gloves that reached her elbows. She had long blonde hair tied in a knot at the back of her head; she looked about my age. I knew, just by looking at her, she was rich. I looked down at my dress. It was an old blue one, wrinkly, and definitely not as nice as hers. My hair was failing everywhere from what I had of it up. I felt slightly embarrassed standing next to her.

"I'm traveling on it, tomorrow" She said, tilting her head, too.

"So am I" I said proudly.

"Oh" She said eyeing me with great dislike. "I'm sure 3rd class on the most elegant ship will not be horrible. I even heard it's as nice as 1st class on some ships."

"Oh, No" I said, smiling, "I'm traveling in 1st class!"

"You?" she looked at me, again, appalled.

I nodded.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around, then" she smiled weakly, a smile that looked forced. She walked away shaking her head. I shrugged her off, and looked up, again, at the amazing ship infront of me.

I walked around the quay some more, and decided to go back to the hotel once it started getting a little dark. In the little waiting room I saw the snobby rich girl talking animatedly to an older man, probably her father. Or valet.