I am sitting around our designated dinner table with people I know and people I don't know, though I'm not interested in their conversations. I'm sitting across the table from Rose and Cal, who are deep in conversation. It doesn't feel right here – sitting and dining in luxury whilst Jack Dawson is sitting in third class with not even half the amount of food we have at this table. I feel so suffocated in first class – just once, I'd like to take a trip in third class, to experience what it would be like not to have to worry about petty things that we do.

I stand up at the same time Rose does. "I'm going to take a walk." I say and know she was about to say exactly the same thing. She sits back down and nods at me. I turn around, push open the doors and walk out onto the deck.

I take a deep breath of the sea air and lean over the railings and watch the dark sea, waiting for something to happen. I just watch, listening to the silence. It's so peaceful and I wish I could stay out here forever. Realising I can still be seen by Rose, I turn and start to walk along the deck slowly, looking up at this magnificent ship. Rose, Cal and mother take everything we have for granted, though I try to appreciate every opportunity we get – within seconds all our money could be gone and we could end up on the streets, so I like to think of everything as a gift.

I look up and notice the man I saw earlier sketching from the balcony above. He looks down at me and closes the sketch book and hurries away. I thought he might have gone inside when I see him walking down the deck towards me. "Mr Dawson!" I say, approaching him. "How lovely to see you again – I see you have your sketch book with you. May I see?" I say and he smiles as I open it to the last page.

"I hope you don't mind," He says in that musical voice I love so much. "I saw you looking over the railing and just had to draw you."

I look at the drawing, it's beautiful. "This is wonderful." I say, tracing over the pencil lines. "You draw so well."

"Thank you. Should we take a walk?" He says, offering me his arm. I smile and take it as we walk along the deck. "What are you doing out on deck – I thought all the first class passengers dine until late?" He asks me.

"I don't like all the petty conversations we have. You know, no one else really seems to appreciate that we're on the Titanic, of all ships!" I say, "My sister Rose doesn't see why everyone is so in awe of it."

"You know," He says. "I figure life's a gift, Lily, and I don't intend on wasting it."

"That's very true." I say. "We're quite similar in that belief."

"You don't seem like a typical first class passenger to me." Jack says as we stop at the railings of the side of the ship.

"That's because I'm not. In all honesty, I'd love to spend a day in third class, just to see what it's like, you know?"

Jack nods. "I could make that happen for you, if you like?"

"Really? You could?" I smile and throw my arms around him. "Jack, you really are wonderful."

"But," He says, looking over to the front of the ship, "I have something to show you. Come with me." And without a hesitation, I follow him.