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Later.
I just got back from dinner. You should have seen how many women where wearing their most fanciest dresses, and the hats! Each more extraordinary than the last. I heard that it was because everyone would probably be packing tomorrow. There where even rumors that we might arrive in new York on Tuesday night instead of Wednesday morning! How wonderful does that sound? I can't wait to get to New York. I can't wait to see where Erik lives, and his fiancé.
Erik just stopped in, and brought me a wonderful mug of hot chocolate. I asked him what New York was like. He sat on my bed and starred at me for a few seconds. He opened his mouth slightly, like he was thinking of the right words. Then he told me that It was wonderful, and that I would most likely love it. A bell started ringing lightly from somewhere down the hall.
"I must go now" He said, standing. I felt the weight on the mattress decease. I nodded and smiled at him; he smiled back, and walked out the door, down the hall.
The weirdest thing has just happened. I put my pen down for a second, sipping my hot chocolate when I felt a slightly sharp jolt. It had knocked you, my diary, off the med where I had it tethering on the edge, and caused myself to burn the roof of my mouth. I put the hot chocolate down, confused. What would have happened to cause such a jolt?
I am hearing people bustling about in the hallways. Perhaps they felt the jolting sensation as well? I can hear little bits of conversations. The word 'Iceberg' is being repeated by many voices, some curious, some annoyed, and some anxious. I think I will go see what it going on.
...I opened my door slightly, peering out into the halls. People where walking by, some nodding at me as they passed. I walked out fully, and closed the door. Turning around I felt myself hit another body.
"Oh. I'm so sorry..." I said looking up. My eyes met familiar vivid green ones.
"Are you alright?" Daniel asked me, a smile on his young face. I nodded.
"Did you feel the jolt as well?" I asked questionably.
"That's is why I'm here, I came to see if you where all right."
"I'm fine" I told him. "Do you want to see if we could find out what's going on? I'm sure Erik will know"
"I already saw Erik on my way to your room. I asked him, and he told me he didn't know, but assured me everything was fine, and not to worry." He said, slightly leaning against the wall. I nodded again.
"Well" he said, "I think I will go back to my stateroom. If you need me or anything, I will be there, ok? I don't think the jolt is anything important. If it was we'd know about it."
"Ok." I said confidently.
I returned back to my room and sat on my bed. Something wasn't right. The atmosphere felt awkward, and different. I sat there trying to figure out was it was. I felt a hollow feeling. Then I realized it. The steady hum of the engines that I had grown so accustomed to over the past few days had stopped. I wonder why? Surely we cannot be in danger? Isn't Titanic unsinkable? Hold on, someone is knocking on my door.
It was Erik. When I opened the door his fist was still raised, poised to knock again.
"Hannah" his voice sounded weird, distant.
"Erik, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling a little.
"Hannah, you need to put on some warm clothes and your life jacket and report to the boat deck, ok?" His lip was trembling slightly. I knew there was something wrong.
"Erik..."
"I assure you we are fine, it's just a routine drill." He said, biting his bottom lip, his voice out of pitch.
"At this time of night?"
He looked at more for a second, like I was some abstract painting he was studying.
"Hannah, we've hit an iceberg. You cannot tell anyone, do you understand? There is already some damage, and Mr. Andrews, the ships builder reckons we only have around 2 hours." He placed his hand gingerly on my shoulder.
"Wh..what?" I asked, my voice trembling. No. What he said could not possibly be right. We can't be in any danger.
His hand dropped to his side and he turned to go to the next stateroom.
He turned back towards me before knocking on the next door.
"Please, Hannah, do not take your time."