Theme Song: "A Building Panic" ~ Titanic Soundtrack
It took Frances and Ewan thirty minutes to find extra clothing in third class, why? Because they had to search four extra rooms for clothes, the first three they were in had little to nothing. As Frances and Ewan stood in the forth room, putting on extra pants and shirts, they heard a loud group of shouting coming from outside the room. Ewan looked up and at Frances with a confused expression.
"What the hell is with all the noise out there?" Ewan asked as he buttoned his last button on the shirt he put on.
Frances looked at Ewan and at the door with a slight frown and shrugged.
"I—I don't know, but I'm dressed and ready to go, you?"
Ewan nodded quickly.
"Yeah, let's go get back up on deck." Ewan replied as he took hold of Frances's hand and dashed to the door of the room and opened it.
Quickly, Frances and Ewan walked out the room and down the third class hallway, where they heard the group of shouting even louder. As they turned the corner of the hallway, they saw their biggest problem right in front of them. A few feet from them was a group—a large group of people, third class people. They were at the top of a short stairway, banging on a tall, black iron gate that was blocking them from getting to the elevator that lead upstairs. The group was yelling, and shouting angrily at the officers of the ship standing on the other side of the gate, refusing to open the gate to let the group in. Ewan looked at the group with total shock.
"Holy shit." Ewan said with a look of shock, as he stared at the group that was banging on the gate.
"Oh no!" Frances said frantically as she stared at the group. "They've started locking off third class!"
Ewan dropped Frances's hand and began pacing back and forth in front of her.
"Damn it, bloody hell damn it!" Ewan swore. "We're stuck down here!"
Frances looked at Ewan with a panicked expression.
"What—no-no!" She yelled. "What if WE ask them to just-just open the gate!"
Ewan looked at her with a deep frown.
"No—NO Frances!" He yelled. "Do you think they'd do that! Come on, you remember the movie! They're not letting third class PAST that damn gate!"
"What—but I thought you said this wasn't LIKE the—the movie!" Frances said frantically.
Ewan stopped pacing right in front of her and looked at her.
"Its not—not all of it," Ewan replied, "however, THIS part IS."
Frances sighed angrily.
"Damn it, what are we going to do!" Frances yelled angrily.
Ewan looked down at the floor thinking, he then looked up at Frances with an eyebrow raised.
"Come on, we can't just stand here and do nothing!" Ewan said before quickly grabbing Frances's hand and quickly leading her up the stairs, towards the large group at the gate.
Ewan quickly pushed through and past everyone in the group, with Frances right behind him. He found himself right in front of the gate. He was staring directly at the officers of the ship. He would've been amused at staring at the very officers he portrayed in the film, had it not been for the situation that he and Frances were in at that moment.
"Ok, open the gate, mate, NOW." Ewan demanded frantically. "We gotta get out of here."
"No!" The officer replied in a British accent. "Go back down and wait like everyone else."
"No! We can't! Now open the gate now!" Ewan yelled angrily.
"Go back down and wait like everyone else in third class!" The officer repeated.
Ewan looked down at the floor and felt himself becoming angry.
"OPEN THE FUCKING GATE, DAMN IT!" Ewan yelled while violently pushing and banging up against the iron gate repeatedly. "We've got to get the hell out of this bloody corridor now, you bastard!"
"GO BACK DOWN AND WAIT, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" The officer yelled.
Ewan sighed and closed his eyes briefly, while the group behind him and Frances continued shouting and yelling loudly at the officers to open the gate and while pushing and shoving towards the gate.
"Jesus Christ, what the FUCK!" Ewan yelled angrily.
"Open the damn gate and let us out!" Frances yelled angrily, through the midst and combination of other loud yells and shouts.
Ewan quickly pulled Frances back down the stairway, past and away from the group, back to where they were standing in the hallway. Ewan began pacing and forth with a look of complete fear, and panic on his face. Frances looked at Ewan with horror and panic.
"Good GOD, what are we going to do Ewan!" Frances yelled. "If we stay down here, we're dead! DEAD! What are we going to do! I—I—"
"I don't know alright!" Ewan yelled with frustration. "I—I don't bloody hell know! Let—let me think—ok? Please?"
Ewan continued pacing while trying to think. Ewan really DIDN'T know what to do, all he knew was that they couldn't stay there, because the water was coming, it was flooding, slowly but surely, and if they didn't get out of third class and back up to deck ASAP, they'd be dead, from the cold, icy waters that was slowly sinking Titanic…..
TO BE CONTINUED…