AN: The last chapter was not very cheerful, so I thought I'd give you a more cheerful one here.

Christmas Cheer

After a night of no awful dreams, I awoke as fresh as a daisy with a smile on my face. It was the 22nd of December, and there were only three sleeps to go till Christmas Day. I loved Christmas with all its excitement and traditions that we followed. I smiled to myself, rolled onto my back, and yelped. Standing over me was Olivia with a warm smile on her face.

"Good Morning!" She sang and I nodded.

"Sleep well?" I asked, and she grinned back. "Very well, thank you for asking. Any who, I thought I'd let you know that there is crepes for breakfast this morning, along with waffles," having said that, she walked out again, whistling "It's A Small World," for some reason. It's not exactly a Christmas song, is it?

I jumped out of my four-poster bed, which had a beautiful green comforter, sheets, and pillows with silver linings. All in all, very Christmassy.

As indeed was my outfit: a beautiful dark blue dress that came to my knees, black tights, a green band in my black hair, little bell earrings, a red ribbon around the waist of my dress, a silver long-sleeved jumper, and matching flats. To be warmer, I wrapped a long red scarf around my neck, and put on a tan trench coat. I was very warm, and very happy.

"Deck The Halls With Boughs of Holly, Fa la la la la la la la la," I sang as I wandered down the corridor.

Molly Brown, coming towards me, sang, "Tis the Season to be Jolly, Fa la la la la la la la la."

"Don we now, our gay apparel, fa la la la la la la la la

Troll the ancient yuletide carol, fa la la la la la la la la!"

"Thanks, Molly," I smiled, before reaching the dinning room, and entered. My cousin and uncle smiled at me as I joined them.

"Good Morning, Sapphire," my uncle said cheerfully as a steward came over with a pot of fruit tea.

"Would you care for some cherry tea, miss?" He asked, and all I could think was, how ghastly that sounds.

"No, thank you. Do you have another flavour of fruit tea?" I asked.

"Apple and cinnamon?" he suggested, which sounded a whole lot nicer.

"Sounds delightful, thank you," I smiled and he poured me a cup of steaming tea which had a nice scent and a beautiful Christmas red colour to it. I then ordered my crepes with lemon and sugar, and then opened up the Christmas Titanic Magazine, a special magazine that they had every single day. It explained what today's activities were, where we were stopping (Germany), a few recopies, and also a five questioned quiz about Christmas.

I smiled when I saw the quiz; at school we did the quiz in the paper and the person who got the most right would win ten thousand points for their house. Like most schools, fictitious or real, we also had houses. Mawhero, kowhai, papura, and whero. These were the names of colours in one of the main languages of New Zealand; Te Reo Maori. (Pink, Yellow, Purple, and Red)

I always found it interesting that our houses were the names of colours, but it seemed to fit.

"How's your tea?" Olivia asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I took a sip, and smiled. "Delicious, thank you."

Uncle Andy smiled. "I quite like it, too."

I smiled back, then, after enjoying my breakfast, a question occurred to me that hadn't yesterday: Why was I travelling with my uncle? Did I not have parents in this alternative universe where the Titanic didn't sink?

It must have shown on my face, as my uncle said, "You look preoccupied, my dear. Is anything the matter?"

I shook my head with a smile. "Not really. But I'm wondering, why am I travelling with you?"

He smiled. "Your parents are with your siblings in Germany, as they are on holiday there. You stayed at school because you're not in the right year to go to Germany for a trip, and stayed with me."

I smiled. "Good, I have more shopping to do then."

My uncle smiled. "Have fun, darling."

After getting some inspiration of what to buy for my parents, my brother Felix and my sister Alice, I bought a cheese board for my parents, a guitar book for Felix, and a piano book for Alice. Apparently, my family was extremely musical, which made me very happy. I loved most forms of music, apart from rap music, which I can't stand.

As I made my way back to my stateroom, I heard the familiar tune of "Winter Wonderland" coming from the same direction of the music room my uncle had shown me the previous day. Although it had never been my favourite festive song, the voice singing it was really good. It was masculine, and familiar

I gasped in surprise. Surely that couldn't be... I thought to myself as I made my way to that room, and poked my head in, gasping in surprise once more. For there, singing his heart out, playing the guitar, with his eyes closed, was my next door neighbor, Phillip Dussel.