Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 3 of Go That Far. I want to thank those who have left reviews. It does mean a lot to me. I hope that I'm not failing with this story with writing out this story since most of this is an OG story until we really get into the movie Titanic. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter. Without further ado Chapter 3. ENJOY!

Chapter 3

It was a cold and rainy day in Southampton on the second day of March 1912. Melinda was awoken first by the freezing drops of liquid hitting her face. At first, she groaned, swiping at her face irritably, and tried to roll over. But then she realized she wasn't in a bed. She wasn't on the floor of Stark, Singer, Morningstar either. What was it she felt beneath her? Cobblestones? She sat up, extremely aware of the pain in her head. She looked to one side and saw Beatrice on the pavement as well.

She took a few more looks around. "Oh boy," she groaned. She recognized these streets from years and years of research dedicated to one ship and everything related to it. "Bea, Bea wake up," She shook her friend a little rougher than she intended, but at least it got her to wake up.

"Melinda," Beatrice looked around with wide eyes. "Are we really . . . ?"

"Yep," Melinda answered the unfinished question. "This all feels far too real to be a hallucination. Looks like we'll get to do exactly what we've always wanted. Once we get our hands on clothes and some money, we'll get to sail on the Titanic."

Beatrice nodded her head still shell-shocked to know that she was here in Southampton with her best friend. "God... all be damned." She said, softly. "How the hell are we going to get the money?" Beatrice asked bringing up the current problem that lay before them. She held onto her head as she slowly stood up staggering a little bit.

Melinda grabbed onto Beatrice before she fell down. "Woah, careful there Bea. Are you light-headed?"

"No, not that." Beatrice said rubbing her head lightly. "I hit my head off of the barre in the studio." Beatrice explained to Melinda.

"Careful I don't need you hurting yourself even more." Melinda said, stressing her concern to Beatrice.

"I don't want you to hurt ether. I think we are both hurting." Beatrice said, as they slowly walked together to figure out their plans of trying to get onto the Titanic.

The both of them supported each other as they walked. The pains slowly were disappearing in their heads as they walked.

"The only problem is how are we going to get the fine gowns... We don't even know what day it is." Beatrice said as they walked into one of the alleys to make sure that no one saw them.

They were both wearing the clothes that they were wearing in 2012 when they were at work. Neither one of them wanted to explain they're odd clothes. They needed to come up with a plan and come up with one quickly.

Beatrice rubbed her cold arms with her hands. "By the way the weather is... it has to be sometime in March." She said shivering lightly.

"Well, let's just hope that we don't run into anyone. We really don't need to explain our clothes." Melinda said pulling the cloth that clung to her a little bit.

Beatrice stepped carefully trying not to injure her feet since they were in ballet slippers. "At least you have a normal shoe on." She said as she walked next to her friend trying to make sure that she didn't ruin her shoes they weren't the best to walk in when they were soaked.

"Do we have any money on us now?" Melinda asked as she looked over at her friend. Her once-straight hair was curling and sticking to her face.

Beatrice let out a sigh. "We do..." She said softly. She reached down into the hem of the dress that she was wearing and pulled out a small wallet that she always carried on her. She had almost forgotten that she had it. She handed the wallet over to Melinda. "I do admit I am not good with British money... Melinda, you tell us how much we have." She said softly.

Melinda looked at her friend sadly. "No, your grandparents gave this to you, we can't use it. You'll want it back once we get back home." She knew Beatrice carried it with her everywhere and would miss it terribly if they had to use it.

"We need it. We can't run around 1912 like this," Beatrice replied. "Now just tell me if there's enough."

Melinda counted through it quickly and then closed her eyes as she tried to calculate inflation rates... well, deflation considering they had gone back in time. "It seems they left you quite a bit. If I remember my research correctly,"

They both smiled.

Melinda always remembered her research correctly. "If I remember correctly, this should be just enough to buy at least two dresses each, if not more, and we should still have some leftover as long as we don't get too crazy." An abandoned newspaper was sitting nearby, catching her attention. She bent down slightly to investigate. The ink was slightly runny, and she assumed it was about a day old, but she still made out the date.

Beatrice who had been examining the paper as well smiled at Melinda. "March is just beginning. That's plenty of time for us to go and pay a visit to my grandparents, don't you think?"

Melinda shared in her friend's smile.

Beatrice's grandparents... Her grandparents were still fairly young. They were only around the age of six or seven. So they would be seeing her great-grandparents which scared her a little bit.

"Well, let's go." Melinda said, with a bigger smile.

"First we need to get a dress..." Beatrice said, looking at her friend. "We really don't want to be going to my grandparents... well I should go to my grandfather's parents' house dressed like this." A small sad smile came to her lips.

"Oh I forgot your grandparents were fairly young."

Beatrice laughed lightly. "Well... I don't know how on earth we are going to do this, but it is worth a shot to see if we can talk to them..."

Melinda nodded her head. "Well, let's get a few dresses first."

Beatrice's face scrunched up. "You do know with me being French... I have to have more of a French style of dress... Did you want to go with the same French style?" Beatrice asked her friend softly.

Melinda stood there and thought for a minute. "Hm... I am not sure yet... Do you even think we could pass as sisters?"

"We could... but you have to work on a French accent if you want to try the sisters' bit." Beatrice said with a smile.

Melinda laughed lightly. Melinda really didn't know what to do. They had over a month to get everything together and that even meant getting a French accent down pat. "Well, I am sure that we can pull it off," Melinda said with a big smile.

"I guess we will find out."

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This is the end of Chapter 3. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know that there is a lot going on in this chapter. And we're now in 1912. So forgive me if a few things are wrong for the time period. I have a hard time writing out, but I am going to try my best with it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'll update next week with a brand new chapter. Until next time.