"Oh those poor souls!" Anne said as she looked stunned at the headline as Frank furrowed his brow deeply. "Oh no doubt there'll have been picked up by other ships and the like. I shouldn't worry yourself Mother." Frank said as Anne shook her head at his rather disinterested attitude.

"There are friends of ours on that ship. Don't you care?" Anne said as Frank sighed.

"I do care but unfortunately there are other matters more pressing right now. Are you not aware of what Carla's little disappearance might mean to this family?" He said as Anne sighed.

"Of course I am. I just wish you hadn't put so much on her shoulders. She's just a child." She argued as Frank shook his head. "Oh come on Mother, she's not a child anymore. She was well aware of that. Now I'm going to go and see if any of the servants know where she might have gotten to." Frank said standing up after downing his Brandy and heading out of the study. Anne sighed as she watched him go, he could be so unfeeling at times. After his young wife had passed away in childbirth he had closed himself off somewhat. The arrival of his young niece to the manor 10 years ago had made him perhaps a little less crotchety but he still didn't always see the other side of things.

The Statue Of Liberty stood forebodingly as the Carpathia slowly made it's way into the New York harbour the rain coming down in sheets almost making the sea choppy and uneasy. Many of the passengers aboard the ship were fretful as the conditions seemed to worsen but Carla felt more settled. It had been calm, too calm on the ocean the night the Titanic struck the iceberg. Choppy seas meant the crew would take less risks and be more focused on the task ahead. "Here you'll get soaked to the bone stood in this." Peter said as he held a blanket out for Carla. Her eyes were riveted to the tall statue welcoming weary travellers to the land of opportunity. "Thank you. I really appreciate the fact you're helping me. I really would not have had any idea where to go or what to do otherwise." Carla said as Peter smiled. "I could not allow a young woman like yourself to be wandering around such a place alone. You know when the ship docks you'll likely have to go through Immigration and well it is likely that they'll be journalists around in those little boats wishing to interview survivors from aboard the ship." Peter said as Carla looked aghast at the idea. "I will not have to speak to them will I?"

"Of course not. I'll make sure." Peter said knowing he'd do anything to keep the poor girl calm and she genuinely seemed fearful that she would be found and forced to go back to the aristocratic life she was used to, be forced to marry a man she did not care for.

"Your name dear?" A man asked as they were processed through the Immigration point. Carla sighed softly. "Carla, Carla Williams." She whispered as the man nodded noting down her details.

"Were you here to look for work?" The man asked as she nodded. "And were you travelling with anyone else?"

"Yes sir, my friend William Connor. He was 19." Carla said as she wiped at her teary eyes. The man looked up but said nothing. After all now was not the time to give lectures on promiscuity and unmarried couples. "Here you go Miss." He stated handing her some papers.

"Thank you." Carla said as she smiled gratefully. Peter moved over towards her and smiled gently.

"Now Miss how about we get the tram toward Brooklyn, that's where my Aunts Guest House is?" He said as she looked down despondently. "You do know I have no money to give you."

"Well I have my wages from that journey. Please Carla, don't worry about money." Peter said as she sighed. "I just feel I am taking advantage of you." Carla said as she shrugged away as a man pawed at her looking hopeful. "Louisa?" He said as Carla shook her head.

"I'm sorry." Carla said profusely as she slipped her hand into Peter's terrified that in the masses she would loose him. The sounds surrounding them were a mix of sheer hysteria of people seeing that their relatives had been one of the survivors or the heartbroken tears of those who realised with a pang that their relative had likely drowned in the disaster.

In England Frank had managed to attain from one of the servants that William Connor had a cousin in the South who he might have travelled to looking for shelter, taking Carla with him. Frank was busy trying to arrange to have somewhere to stay in hope that perhaps the daft girl had not yet married this stable-boy and he could perhaps salvage something. "Lord Foster there is a Laird Gordon waiting downstairs in the drawing room. I explained you were busy but he seemed adamant to speak to you." The butler stated as Frank sighed. "I suspected that he might arrive here. Will you please go back to him and get him a drink whilst I finish this envelope." Frank said as the butler nodded and left the room heading down the large staircase to the small drawing-room where Lady Foster was sat speaking with Laird Gordon. Anthony's eyes were captivated on a miniature of Carla Wainwright that stood on the mantelpiece. "Your Granddaughter is very pretty." He expressed as Anne nodded.

"She is indeed. Rather wilful at times but yes very pretty. Her mother was the same, my dear Elizabeth. Carla has been a delight to have here at the estate. With Frank's wife Charlotte passing away in childbed it had been so quiet until Carla arrived." Anne said as she smiled thinking back at how much joy Carla had brought into her and Frank's lives. "Well I had dearly hoped she would bring the same delight to my own Scottish estate. But your son informs me that she has run away, you know I only wished to provide a good life for her. Perhaps she did not love me but she could have grown to." Anthony said as Anne sighed. "I had it all planned out. A wedding in Autumn perhaps and then we should have three children perhaps four ideally. Though I am sure any less or any more we would not love them any less. But for the first year it would be just she and I. I had a little Scottish Terrier for her, and we would go for walks by the Loch, riding on the heaths." The man seemed genuinely armoured by her young granddaughter and Anne felt some sadness for him. "That sounds perfect but Carla, she's always been something of a romantic. Like her mother. She was all ready to marry a cousin of the late Queen Victoria but chose instead to marry the man who was responsible for architecting many of the buildings around here." Anne said as Anthony nodded. "You know I do not care that she has run away. Just that she is safe." Anthony said as he looked down. "I had hoped that she would have returned by the time I had arrived here from Scotland. I brought her something." Anthony said as he fumbled in the pocket of his suit. "It was my mothers." He stated as he produced a ring box and there nestled inside was a pretty celtic silver ring with a diamond set in the centre.

Peter hopped off the tram and helped Carla down as she smiled at his touch. "I believe if memory serves me that it's just a block away from here. I do hope that they have some food in, that broth they gave us whilst we went through Immigration I'm sure was watered down." Peter said as Carla shivered a little as the cold rain continued to stream down from the heavens. "Will we not scare them arriving at this hour?" She asked. It was very early in the morning by her recollections. "They will not mind and I would guess they might have been prepared for some travellers from the rescue." Peter stated as he passed rows of tall houses. "You know I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you have done for me. With Liam gone I….I wouldn't have known where to go, what to do." Carla said as Peter stopped suddenly.

"You know the only thanks I need is seeing you safe." He stated as she smiled softly. Peter felt his heart pound quickly knowing he would do all he could to keep that small smile on her face.

Emily hadn't been able to sleep for some reason, partly she wandered if she was subconsciously waiting up in case any poor soul that had just arrived in the harbour had no luck finding any place nearer to the harbour for them to stay. The clock on the mantelpiece struck 3am and she sighed as she looked at the newspaper. She looked up hearing a soft tapping on the door and she headed to the window to see who it might be at such an hour. Her face lit up as in the burning gas light she could see the familiar features of her nephew albeit he had another person with him. She went to the door and opened it wide. "Peter, I didn't know you were coming to America." She said as Peter smiled.

"It was a last minute job to be honest and well we weren't meant to be heading here. It was just with the ship going to rescue the survivors from the Titanic well here I am." Peter said as Emily nodded.

"I had telegrammed your father because I had fretted that you might have been sailing on that ship but well I had not yet got a reply." She stated as she showed Peter and Carla into the lounge area.

"And you my dear?"

"I was aboard the Titanic, my name's Carla and well your nephew he was the crew member who helped aboard and well after I realised that the person I was with had likely been lost at sea he was really kind towards me. Made sure I was alright and well I haven't got anything on me bare the clothes I'm wearing. He said that perhaps if I were to help out here that maybe you would be so kind as to let me have a bed and some board? Thought it is quite alright if that is not an option. I am putting you out." Carla said as Emily sighed softly as she looked at the young girl. "Oh I am sure myself and Rita will not let you struggle. Perhaps you could help serve the breakfasts and clean a few bedrooms pet, but not yet. You have been through quite a trauma." Emily said as she poured them all a warm cup of tea.

"So how long are you here then Peter?" Emily asked as Peter shrugged.

"It depends. I was just getting little jobs on the ships but I don't know I might look at staying here for a little while. I'm not sure that I want to be on a ship for a while." He said genuinely having been shaken by seeing the poor traumatised survivors of the sunken ship. "Well you know your Aunt Rita and I are more than happy to have you here." Emily said as she watched the way Peter gazed at the young woman perched on the couch. "I might take you up on that offer Aunt Emily." Peter said as Emily smiled at him. "You both are no doubt ready for a warm bed but in the morning Peter you must telegram your father, he will no doubt be worried about you." Emily said as Peter nodded.

"I shall."