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I do feel MUCH better, it's nice to have energy again. It took me a few days to write this chapter, I had a teeny bout of writers block for about 6 hours yesterday, seriously had no idea what to write, it was awful!

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Chapter 31

Close to an hour had gone by before Nan and I left her room and drifted back out into the sitting room. We came out of find George and Cal off in a corner, talking in quiet voices while Aunt Ruth sat on the sofa, her pale face still bearing the residue of a recent bout of tears. The maids were still bustling around the room, cleaning up from lunch and Nan left my side to go supervise them.

As soon as she was out of sight George and Cal broke their conversation and came over to me.

"I'm going back to Grandfather's to pack." George said.

"Pack?"

He nodded. "I'm going to take Grandmother up on her offer. I'd rather be here then fight those crowds every time I try to come see her. You should think about staying here too. Besides Cal is here and I think we should all be together right now."

I felt Cal's eyes on me and looked up to see his dark eyes practically looking through me. If he was going to be staying here then I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

"No, I think I'll stay with Grandfather."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I think the quiet will do me good."

"Sarah, do reconsider. After all you will want to be near if anything comes up at the hearings." Cal spoke up, obviously that was not his entire reasoning for me to stay here. I could only imagine what kind of hell he would give me if I stayed here at the hotel.

"Thank you for you concern, Cal, but I would much rather stay with my Grandfather." I replied in a harsh tone.

George looked at me, shocked. "Sarah, there's no reason to be rude, Cal was just trying to help."

"Oh George, it quite alright. Sarah has been through a lot, she has every reason to be irrational. If anyone understands that, it is me." Cal defended me in a smug manner.

Oh God! I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and strangle that man! I could practically feel the steam building up inside of me. Thankfully George asked Cal if he would accompany him to Grandfather's house and Cal agreed. My older brother may not have realized the favor he had just done for me, but I was more than thankful for it.

They went to Nan and told they were leaving before exiting the room and leaving us ladies alone. I sat down on the sofa with Aunt Ruth and attempted to talk to her but she didn't even seem to notice I was there next to her. I began to feel bad; my guilt, though ever present, always seemed to escalate when I was around her.

I felt awful for yelling at her the way I did the night everything happened, but I reminded myself that she really had given me no choice in the matter. She constantly berated me and never failed to tell me how much I acted like my mother, which still baffled me. That night, I told myself, I just couldn't take it anymore and that's why I had acted the way I had.

I tried a few more times to talk to her but she remained mute. I then got up from the sofa and told Nan I was going to go for a walk. She advised me to stay in the hotel and not to go out on the streets.

I listened to her, even though I longed to go out and get out of the stuffy building, but I soon found that even going out in the corridor made me feel better. I let the door to the suite click shut behind me and began to walk down the hallway and towards the lifts.

Meanwhile…

"Welcome to the Waldorf Astoria, Mr. Lowe . We have booked you in room 312, which is on the third floor; would you like someone to help you with your luggage?"

I shook my head, I only had one suitcase and all it carried was my uniform, since I had been given a suit we I boarded the last night.

"Very well, if you'll just sign the guest book…" the concierge said handing me a pen and pointing to a thick book at the end of the lobby counter. I sighed, grabbed the pen, picked up my suitcase and moved down a few feet to sign the damn book.

I could barely hold the pen up I was so tired. I knew the fact that I hadn't had a good night's sleep in 5 days probably had something to do with it, even if Lights kept diagnosing it as 'lack of attention', his own formal way of saying it was because I hadn't seen Sarah since the night before.

I began to pen my name into the guest book, deciding after a few hours sleep I would find send a letter to her at her grandfather's house. I didn't want to just suddenly show up on the doorstep knowing it was very possible she hadn't even mentioned me to her family yet.

I was nearly finished when I felt a pair of eyes on me; I turned my head and came face to face with some bastard reporter. He was reading what I had just written in the guest book. The impoliteness of actions did it for me and I could feel my temper begin to boil.

"In England, I say a man would get a punch in the nose if he attempted to look over the guest book!" I snapped.

The smile on the reporters face disappeared and he back away from me as if I could shoot fire from my eyes with a simple blink. I turned back and finished my signature, threw my coat over my arm and headed to the lifts, still fuming.

The lobby was beyond crowded, what with the hearings and all, so I maneuvered as well as I could through the crowd, trying to avoid running into anyone, but when stepping out of the way to avoid a woman who must have weighed just as much as the Titanic I stepped right into another gentleman's path.

"Pardon me."

"Quite alright."

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise." said another voice.

I looked over to the owner of the voice and saw that it was someone I knew. Hockley.

We had never officially met, but I remembered seeing him that day on the bridge, what I didn't understand was how he knew who I was.

"George," he said motioning towards the gentleman I had run into, he looked familiar to me, and I soon learned why. "This is Mr. Lowe, I believe he had the pleasure of meeting your sister on board the Titanic." his emphases on the word 'pleasure' made my stomach turn. Did he know?

I then realized Sarah's brother's name was George. Why didn't she ever tell me that…He looked at me and I looked at him, sizing one another up it seemed. He and Sarah had the same eyes and skin tone, but that was about it. Hair color was completely different as was the face shape and noses.

"Lowe?" he asked, and then much to my surprise and Hockley's he held out his hand for me to shake. "Nice to meet you, Sarah has said nothing but good things about you."

I was pleased to see that his words had taken Hockley by surprise. "Yes, she did the same for you." I replied, even though she really hadn't mentioned him to me before, except for once that I could remember.

"Well I'm sure whatever she said was a complete lie." he replied with humor. "We're actually on our way out," he said indicating him and Hockley, who was now shooting daggers at me with his eyes. "But Sarah is upstairs with our Grandmother; do you know the room number?"

"I don't think we should bother your Grandmother with visitors." Hockley spoke up.

George shook his head. "Nonsense, I'm sure Sarah would love to see you. It's 502, one of the suites, you can't miss it."

"Thank you." This bloke wasn't half bad.

We said our goodbyes and I continued on towards the lifts, still feeling the effects of Hockley's words and attitudes towards me. I kept reasoning with myself that there was no way he could have known about Sarah and I. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't have told him, especially considering what had happened between us; she wouldn't put her reputation on the line like that. Yet, there didn't seem to be any other explanation for his behavior.

The lift was gone when I approached but I could hear it descending down, and waited a moment for it to arrive. When the gold gated doors finally came into full view, I adjusted my coat on my arm and waited as the operator opened the doors.

I looked up to step inside when I saw Sarah standing there in front of me. She was dressed all in black and there was no question that she was clearly as exhausted as I was, but when she saw me I saw her beautiful grin light her whole face up.

Clearly neither one of us was expecting to see the other. She stood frozen in her spot just as I was.

"Miss? Are you getting off?" the operator interrupted.

Sarah broke her gaze with me and looked at him. "I…suddenly forgot something, I need to go back up."

The operator looked at me. "Going up sir?"

"Yes, uh 3rd floor", stepping in next to her.

I wanted to drop everything and grab her up with the newly discovered energy I had, but I knew with the operator here it wouldn't look right. Those few minutes it took us to rise to the 3rd floor were agonizing, I thought it would never end, then finally with one last ding we settled on the floor and the doors were opened. Sarah got off and the operator looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Weren't you coming from the 5th floor?"

Sarah turned around and with the most angelic smile I had ever seen, replied in a sweet voice, "That doesn't seem to be any of your business, now does it?"

It was hard, but I managed to stifle my laughter and walk out of the lift. The operator turned his nose in a smug manner, shut the gates and went back down and before another second was wasted I had her in my arms. She held my face in her hands and kissed me at least a hundred times before I was able to kiss her back.

Meanwhile…

Oh god it felt so wonderful to feel his lips pressed against my own again, to feel him alone was enough to make tears of joy spring from my eyes. He kissed them away, still managing to hold me close to him.

"I can't believe it." I managed to say.

He smiled and brushed away the tears that he had missed, "Me either. I was thinking about you and then there you were."

I smiled, excitement running through me. "You were thinking about me?"

His answer was another kiss, so full of love and emotion it made me tingle all over. It seemed like it had been so long since I had last seen him, but it hadn't even been a day. Unfortunately the ding of bell both interrupted us and signaled that the lift was coming back. Harry took my hand and led me down the hall to what I assumed to be his room. He unlocked the door and held it open for me, I walked in and he soon followed shutting the door behind him.

"I shouldn't be in here."

He laughed. "I'll be on my best behavior, I promise," he set his suitcase down on the dresser and laid his coat over the chair. "Besides…" he said wrapping his arms around my waist. "…what's going to happen that hasn't already?"

His joke relaxed me and I managed to giggle for a slight second before he kissed me again; first my lips then down my neck. I felt more alive than I had in days, and could have honestly cared less if he wasn't being on his best behavior. He crossed my mind that I was in mourning but I had been living as if were dead for the past five days, I needed to be reminded that I wasn't.

This time was so much different than the last. Maybe it was because I knew what to expect (even though there were many moments when my expectations were far exceeded), maybe it was because I more comfortable, maybe it was even the fact that the bed was bigger than a door, all I knew was that it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced.

He was so sweet and loving in the way he did everything; laying me down on the bed, undressing me, kissing me. He told me over and over again how much he loved me and how he waited with anticipation the moment we were married and could be like this whenever we wanted.

He held me close to him afterwards, just like before, but unlike before I had no intention of falling asleep. I kissed him; all over his chest, his neck, his face and he laughed.

"See, being on your best behavior is quite fun."

How's that for a reunion? LOL