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Ch.2- Personal Thoughts

Audrey had helped the Captain get Tintin back to his apartment on Labrador Road. She kept telling herself not to break down, but she couldn't help it. She'd come all this way to find him.

"I better go now…" Audrey whispered to the Captain once Tintin was lying on his bed.

"No, you can't, I mean, he's lost without you. By the way, how did you…"

"I wasn't in boat 27… that is, I was at first, but at the last moment I switched with a young woman who wanted to be in the boat with her mother." Audrey shuddered. "I've decided I think it's best for the both of us if he doesn't know I was ever here." She added quietly.

"Audrey, you can't do that!"

"It's final." She said firmly and left the apartment, her sandy ponytail swinging gently against her neck.

Captain Haddock didn't know what to do. He blamed himself for what happened. He never should've taken Tintin out to the bar. Now Audrey was gone and he wasn't allowed to tell Tintin. He felt so guilty that he collapsed in the nearest chair and sat waiting for Tintin to awaken.

"Captain?" Tintin groaned, clutching his head. "What happened?"

"You passed out."

Tintin frowned. "Why?"

"You drank too much whiskey." The Captain sighed.

A grin spread across Tintin's face and he laughed. "Come on Captain, what really happened?"

Captain Haddock squinted his eyes at the boy. "I wasn't joking lad."

Tintin's face fell and he shook his head. "But I never drink… how could it be possible?"

He sat up, still clutching his head that hurt miserably, and glanced down at Snowy who was snuggled up beside him on the covers.

"I'm sorry Tintin, it's true. I dragged you out of the house so I could get some whiskey… I didn't think you'd start drinking too… and before I knew it… you were past out surrounded by empty bottles."

Tintin's expression was shocked, "Captain, why? How… why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry Tintin." The Captain said, lowering his voice. He was thinking about Audrey.

If Tintin only knew, he thought.

Tintin flopped back on his pillow, sighed, and shook his head. "I can't believe it, I'm turning into you."

"Hey!" Captain Haddock complained. "Want something to drink?"

Tintin gave him a dirty look. "Water, thank you."

After he drank the water, Tintin began to drift off again and soon he was fast asleep.

Meanwhile Audrey Tabard was back at her hotel. She was planning on staying in Brussels for another few weeks to work on a story for the newspaper she worked at, but after finding Tintin the way she did she wasn't sure she wanted to stay much longer. She had to finish her story though.

She had opted to take the story because she wanted to find Tintin, but now that she was alone and had time to look at the details the story intrigued her. A series of robberies had been taking place in Belgium. Witnesses reported seeing a strange flashing light just minutes before and after the robberies took place. Audrey didn't know if the flashing lights and robberies were even related to one another, but she was going to find out.

Taking off her coat she sat down at the hotel room's desk and began to write notes about the police reports in the notepad she had managed to salvage from her trip on the Titanic.

It had been terrible; she hadn't wanted to leave Tintin. He had forced her to. When she took the story she hadn't known if he'd even survived the maritime disaster, but told herself she needed to find out. She had prepared herself for the worst news, but finding him drunk seemed strangely enough harder for her to deal with than preparing herself for finding that he was dead. Of course she was glad he wasn't dead, she had loved him, but now… she wasn't so sure.

Audrey believed that Tintin had lied to her the whole time. He had told her he never drank and then had to have the Captain make up stories to vouch for him being sober. It was heartbreaking to think he wasn't who she thought he was. After all they'd been through on the Titanic.

She couldn't even think about it. The screams in the dark, cold of the night, the creaking and groaning as the ship broke in half, watching it slowly, slowly sink beneath the freezing waves. It had been horrendous. All those people, all those people were lost… forever. Audrey was still having nightmares about it, but she tried to look forward, thankful she had escaped with her life.

Taking out her plait and smoothing her long, sandy hair, she sighed tiredly and rested her head and arms upon the desk, pressing her cheek on the cool wood. Before she knew it her big, turquoise eyes began to blink, fighting to stay open. Before long they closed. She lost the battle and fell asleep.