A/N: A lot of people have been asking me what's happening to Edward and the rest of the Cullens. I can't tell you that right now because it will mess with the rest of the story, but it will come up in later chapters.

You'll also find out about Edward and his family in 1912.

Previously:

The ocean was blue and beautiful. I've never seen and ocean that blue. The deck was wide and white with lounge chairs lined up neatly. There were men in coats and top hats and the women were wearing beautiful dresses that I had only imagined from the books I have read. But then I saw a familiar face.

Carlisle.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Carlisle was sitting in a folding chair reading a newspaper. I started to walk over to him and thought, Okay he doesn't know you in this time. Am I sure this isn't a dream? I pinched my arm (what I hoped was) discretely to make sure. Okay, ow. That hurt. Not a dream. Got it. All right Bella, be polite, introduce yourself, and then drag him somewhere private so you can tell him everything. That has to be the worst plan I have ever come up with. It's so sad that it's all I have right now.

I had finally gotten to where Carlisle was sitting, took a deep breath, and said, "Excuse me, Dr. Carlisle Cullen?"

He looked up. "Yes?"

"Hi- hello. My name is Isabella Swan. Bella. Can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, of course Miss Swan. Are you not feeling well?" Typical Carlisle, always ready to help.

He led the way inside to an empty dining room. It was striking how beautiful it was. All I could do was marvel at it.

"Have younever seen this dining room before, Miss Swan?" Carlisle asked, startling me.

"Um, well no. Carlisle- Dr. Cullen."

"There was something you wished to tell me, Miss Swan?"

"Yes. Um, well, where do I begin?"

"The beginning is always preferable."

"Right, okay. Well, I know that you are a veg-e-tari-an." I looked up to make sure he was getting my point and that he wasn't about to snap my neck. He did. He wasn't. I continued, "And I'm not from 1912. I'm from 2006. And the reason I know about you is that your son and I- future son- are dating. Courting? I also think I was sucked into a portal and time traveled here." I finished the end in a gush of words.

Carlisle stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity and then said, "You time traveled and you know what I am." I nodded.

"And my son is like me as well?" I nodded again.

"But you are human." Yet again, I nodded.

"Hmm…"

Hmm? What the heck did "hmm" mean? Wow, he really was a doctor. Did he believe me? Did he think I was crazy? Was he going to sedate right here? Wow, I really do have a love/hate relationship with suspense. I think the Jeopardy theme song started to play in my head then.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "What's today's date?" I asked startling Carlisle out of his thoughts.

"The thirteenth of April. Why do you ask?"

The thirteenth. Good, the Titanic sank on the fourteenth. Well, technically it hit the iceberg on the fourteenth and sank in the wee hours of the morning on the fifteenth. But that didn't matter right now.

"Why do you ask, my dear?" Carlisle repeated.

"Well, um, well," Should I tell him? Could it change history if I tell him? Would he believe me if I told him? Would he say anything to anyone else if I did?

"Miss Swan?"

"I don't know if I should tell you."

He stood back and thought about it and said, "You are afraid it could change history, is that it?"

I gave him my sorry-but-yeah look and nodded.

"If I guess will you tell me?"

Oh to hell with it! "Titanic will sink tomorrow night."

"This ship can't- what? How could this ship possibly sink?" Carlisle asked. He was absolutely flabbergasted. I'd never seen him like this.

"Tomorrow night she'll hit an iceberg. The crew won't be able to see them because the night will be so clear. There will not be any wave to see the bergs. Thousands of people will die." I could only whisper by this point but I knew he heard me.

"Thousands? But the lifeboats--"

I cut him off, "There aren't enough. Not enough for half the people on board." I was so glad that I had watched the movie a million times. I could almost recite it for you. "So what I mean is that when they tell you to get it a life boat, do it. What am I saying? You're an excellent swimmer. You swam to France. The cold shouldn't affect you either."

"How did you know I swam to France?"

"Edward told me," I said without thinking. I suddenly felt very cold and lonely. He must be out of his mind right now. He was what eleven, right now? Huh, that's a little weird. I'm in love with an eleven-year-old.

"Edward? Is that my son's name?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes," I kept that answer short. I didn't want to talk about Edward right now. I missed him too much.

Apparently I'm easy to read. "You miss him." It wasn't a question.

I nodded trying to keep myself together. I stood there for a moment lost in my thoughts.

"Well, Miss Swan it is just about dinner time. You should get some food into you."

"Yes, thank you. And Dr. Cullen?"

"Yes, Miss Swan?"

"Call me Bella."

Thank you so so much for all the positive feedback (yes even you your-bliss-is-my-pain.) Keep reviewing please.

P.S. I'm leaving tomorrow for Tybee Island and I have no idea when I'm coming back so it will be a little while before I can get the next chapter up. But I will work on a rough draft down there. It will be a long one with Titanic sinking and all.