"Hello!" I called out to the boat, but I figured that they were too far out to hear me "Hello!" I called again as I started to kick myself and the table over towards the overturned boat. "Help!" I called back out as I got closer "Please! Somebody!"

"This 'ere boat's full!" I heard someone call out.

"Please!" I paddled my way towards the boat "Help! I'm just looking for a few people" I coughed and latched onto the string around the boat "I'm looking for my hus—" I inhaled water and coughed violently "I'm looking for my husband!" I looked up at the men on the boat "He was first officer Holloway. I'm sure you've come across him."

"Sorry Lady." Said the same guy, "We don't have no officers on this boat."

I whimpered slightly and laid my head on the side of the boat "Thank you." I felt my heart beat slow rapidly as I pressed myself against the boat. I tried to cry, but the tears seemed to be frozen in my tear ducts, or I was all cried out.

"See if 'e is dead sam. We should at least attend to this lady."

I felt a man slip down next to me and I opened my eyes. The golden blond hair was in mistakable, It was Raoul. My heart ached for the man who was once my playmate when I was younger. I reached a frozen hand out of the water and drew a clear cross on his forehead before he floated away "goodbye, Raoul" I whispered before I was hoisted onto the boat. "Gentlemen, I believe we should say a prayer for the men and women who have passed."I looked at them, wishing I could wrap my coat tightly around me "We all seem to look like we practice different religions, but I think we can all agree to recite the Lord's Prayer?" I questioned "Don't do it for me, please, do it for all the lost souls out there." I swallowed hard as they all nodded.

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day or daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from Evil as thy is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, Amen."

The men and I sat on the boat in silence for hours after the lord's prayer was recited by all of us. The sun silently rose behind us and I remembered my father's pocket watch that I had kept securely in my bust. I pulled it out and looked at the time, four ten in the morning. I looked back towards the sun knowing that it had woken up early and I wondered if it was up early to mock us.

I saw the outline of a large vessel, I watched as it lifted the life rafts into the boat and I wondered when it would be coming by to pick up the overturned boat with me on top of it, with all these men. My thoughts drifted to Raoul, the way he looked when he had floated away from me, the way I had tried to save him for God right before I was hoisted to safety by the men. I swallowed hard and lifted a stiff arm up into the air, as if they were to see me. Apparently however someone did and a perfectly good lifeboat was sent out to rescue us. As it turned out, six out of the eleven of us sitting on top had perished sometime throughout the night. Neither one of them was Erik, but the gentleman that had joined us sometime throughout the night was Second Officer Lightoller who seemed to be shaken up worse than any of us could have imagined.

When the boat had lifted us up to safety, I learned it was the Carpathia, a large vessel that held equipment and crew. It wasn't a luxury liner but it was better than an overturned boat in the middle of the ocean. I was handed a blanket and a small cup of tea as I arrived on board. I sat on the floor of the ship and watched as the sun rose high in the sky. After my tea was gone, I stood up and decided to look for a trace of my family. Raoul I had known was gone but I still had hope for my family, and for Erik.

"Your name Miss?" A carpathia officer said

"I'm sorry?" I looked at him, I wasn't quite sure that I had heard him.

"Your name Miss?" he repeated again in one of the friendliest tones I had heard.

"Christine, Christine Holloway." I mumbled and looked up at him "Could you tell me something sir?"

"Yes Ma'am?" he looked at me

"Could you tell me if there is any Daae family on board?"

The man shook his head "No ma'am, there are not." He looked at me and rested a hand on my shoulder before he moved on to the next person he came across.

My body felt numb, my father didn't survive; neither did my mother and neither did Raoul. My heart ached and before I knew it my knees hit the floor and warm tears slid down my cheeks. A small moan of anguish slipped through my lips and I pressed my forehead to the wooden dirty floor. A few wails had escaped my mouth, yet no one had seemed to stop and see if I was alright. I supposed it was because of all the other ladies onboard were suffering loss as well. I slipped the pocket watch from between my bust and cupped it in my hand and laid on the floor for a few minutes longer. I pushed the pocket watch, which had now stopped working and was full of sea water, back In my bust and pushed myself off the floor. My parents would have wanted me to push on instead of mourn their death. I stood up and wrapped the blanket tightly around me and went in search for Erik.

I spent hours walking on the top of the ship, after a while I had realized that I wasn't looking for Erik and that I had in turn spent my time looking for Marabelle. I had found neither of them and when it was time to turn in, I went without hesitation and fell asleep. My dreams were filled of horrific images of the way Erik could have died. I dreamed that he had been smashed by Titanic when she had split in two, or that he drowned trying to save Marabelle.

I woke up early the next morning, instead of feeling refreshed I still felt numb. The loss of my entire family had emotionally drained me. The loss of Marabelle had put me over the top and the loss of Erik had made me numb. I slipped out of the bed that I was offered and slipped Erik's jacket back on before I made my way back out to the deck. On the deck there were people gathered around a large piece of paper, which I noticed held names on who survived. I pushed my way through the crowd and searched for the name I had been searching for

Holloway, Erik E.

I smiled and placed a shaky hand on my lips "He's alive!" I whispered excitedly "He's alive!" Tears sprung up in my eyes and my hands flew up to my lips, "He's alive!" I exhaled and pushed through the throngs of ladies that now had gathered around the sign. I felt slightly guilty celebrating the life of Erik while many ladies were mourning the loss of their husbands, sons or fathers. I emerged through the other end of the crowd and quickly looked around the ship for any sign of Erik, for his coat, for his hair, for his tell tale scars. I felt my feet carry myself to the bow of the ship, I figured that if I was to start searching for Erik again, I'd start at the bow.

I made my way to the front of the ship and for a moment leaned on the railing to look at the icy water below. The same water that held my possessions, my favorite dresses and was now a grave for my family; I buried my face in my hands, hiding my face from the world. For a moment, all the emotions came flooding back. The loss of my family was unimaginable, and before I knew it, sobs had escaped my lips, and had started to shake my body. My family might not have wanted me to mourn them, but it was the least I could do, after I had lost them so tragically.

I released my face from my hands and stared out into the ocean. I had loved the ocean so much, but the events of the past twenty four hours had made me despise it, despise the cold salt water, the icebergs and the animals that lurked beneath the glassy surface. I wanted to show the ocean how much I had hated it, how much I loathed it and how I wanted to make it pay! But I knew deep down that there was nothing, absolutely nothing I could do to show the ocean how much I hated it. I couldn't kick it, it wouldn't feel it if I did. Spitting on it would have no effect, just more water to the ocean. I sighed and backed away from the railing and wiped my eyes. My search for Erik had to continue.

The search had been a long one and when I was ready to give up the fight, I saw him. He was missing his coat and his shirt was torn. His arms were casually leaned on the railing of the Carpathia and he was staring out into the sea. The expression on his face was sollum, and it had been obvious that he had been crying, even if it wasn't too long ago. I stood a way back, watching the man I had called my husband. I watched him rub a hand down his face and watched him turn around, my breath quickened as he stood there, staring at me staring at him.

Before I knew it my feet were pounding the wooden deck and Erik was getting closer, and closer, and closer. My body collided with his and I wrapped my arms around him tightly, and his arms had done the same. It was if we never wanted to let each other go. Tears flowed down my face freely but I was unsure what they were for. Were they for the loss of my family? That I had finally found Erik? Or was it all the emotions run into one? I wasn't sure but the fact that Erik and I were reunited was enough for me.

Words were left unspoken as Erik and I stood there arms wrapped around each other for what seemed like hours. Silently he led me into a cabin that I realized wasn't too far off from my own cabin. I wondered if Erik had thought I had died, just like I had thought he had died. He looked so relieved when he had found me that I was sure I had wet hair. Erik slipped into the cabin room and shut the door quietely, as if he was going to wake someone.

He held me out at arms lengths and I watched him inspect me, he twirled me around like he was dancing with me, making sure everything was in order. My shoulder was still throbbing, and a large bruise had formed where I had rammed my arm in the door but Erik seemed not to notice.

"Christine…." He whispered and pulled me in tightly. It was as if my eyes were floodgates and they had opened. My heart ached for my loss, and Erik's hands entangled through my hair were the least bit of comfort. I had mixed emotions, I wanted to be happy that Erik was alive but at the same time, I felt that if I was to be happy, I'd betray my family in mourning them. So in the arms of Erik, for the first time, I really mourned the loss of my family.