Emily led Carla up the staircase to the bedrooms. "You poor dear, it must have been the most terrifying thing to experience." She said as Carla nodded.

"It was, but I was one of the luckier ones. I really am thankful for you helping me like this." She uttered as Emily turned to face her. "Please my dear it's the least I can do for you after what you've gone through? Do you have any family back in England who you need to contact?" Emily asked as Carla shook her head. Part of her did wish to let her Grandmother and Uncle know she was okay but on the other hand she didn't want to be dragged home and forced to marry Laird Gordon. She would not let Liam's death be in vain. Admittedly it would not be easy for her, she was hardly used to hard work but Peter had been so kind making sure she got somewhere to stay that she wouldn't let him down. Besides she felt safe with him, that he wouldn't let her be harmed or forced to do something she didn't wish to. "Now I'm afraid it's not the most lavish room my dear but I'm sure for the night it'll be okay. I'll get you an extra blanket." Emily said as she picked out a blanket from a cupboard and opened the door to a bedroom. "Here we go. Now I'll let you sleep after the trauma you've gone through I'm sure you don't want to stay talking to me. The bathroom is the next room on the right but you have a washstand and a chamber pot under the bed. I hope that will be okay for now."

"Oh it's lovely thank you so much." Carla said as Emily smiled at her.

"You get yourself some sleep and well I'm sure that I can sort you some clothes out for them morning." She said as Carla looked grateful for the gesture. "You are so kind. Peter must get that from you." Carla said as she sat down on the bed.

Emily closed the door of the room and sighed, the poor girl looked to have seen less than eighteen summers and yet she had witnessed an event so disturbing and harrowing, heard sounds no doubt that no man nor woman would ever wish to hear. She sighed as she headed downstairs and was somewhat taken aback to find her nephew still sat on the couch. "Dear are you not going to go to bed?"

"I want to wait Auntie Emily. In case s…"

"In case she wakes up? Oh Peter, you barely know the girl and I know that look in your eyes." Emily said as she looked at her nephew. "She was so scared on the boat on the journey back here. She cried and called out when she was asleep." Peter said as Emily's eyes widened.

"Asleep?"

"We shared a cabin, she had no-one and well she was poorly too. I just wanted her to be okay." Peter said as Emily sighed. "You do realise that she will no doubt be grieving the person she lost aboard the Titanic."

"Of course she will but I just want to offer her support. I know she might not want anything more than a good friend but I hope that I can do that for her at the very least." Peter said as Emily furrowed her brow but decided against saying anything. "Well I suggest you get yourself some sleep else you'll be no help to anyone." Emily said kindly as Peter nodded and got up from the couch.

"Frank where are you going?" Anne asked as her son told his butler to call the railway station and book a ticket for the next train to Southampton. "From what David has stated he has taken her down South to his cousins a Mr Thomas Kerrigan. Hopefully they'll still be there." Frank stated as Anne frowned slightly.

"You do not suspect they were foolish to try and get across the ocean to…to…"

"Oh please mother, Carla is been slightly defiant she however is not naïve enough to head to America with that boy. Besides where would they get the money from?"

"It would not cost much for them to have afforded two lower class tickets oh Frank what if…" Anne covered her mouth as she let the notion enter her head of her treasured granddaughter aboard the ill-fated liner. "Don't be so absurd as if that ilk will have thought of anything more than leading her to some Southern town and living in sin in some little cheap rooms." He said as Anne dabbed at her eyes.

"What are we going to tell Laird Gordon. He still seems to want the engagement to go ahead even after all this." She said as Frank nodded.

"Well hopefully the only shame Carla has brought to this family is the fact she has run away. God help us if she has eloped or is expecting a bastard child." Frank said as one of the men-servants went to pack a suitcase for the master of the house. "Stop it Frank, I do not care about that right now, I just want her to be safe. You act as if you would rather she had drowned on that ship than bring any shame on this family." Anne said irritated at the way her son was acting in regards to his niece.

"Oh stop been so sentimental mother. Like I said she will not have gone any further than this country." Frank said as he took a portrait photo of Carla from the side. "Mother stop your worrying. I will find her and bring her back home." Frank said sternly as he put the portrait into his briefcase.

"You better had, and Frank try not to berate her when you find her. She's young and so much like her mother." Anne said as Frank nodded slightly.

Peter was returning to his room from the shared bathroom and he heard the sounds of sobs coming from the room that his Aunt had roomed Carla in for the night. It was early still around 6:40 and he knew it was not exactly what his Christian Aunt would approve of but he could hardly go back to his own room knowing that Carla was aching so badly. He tapped softly on the door and waited for her to open it. "Wh…who is it?" A teary voice asked.

"It's Peter." He said gently as he hard the light pad of footsteps and then a teary face appeared. "Oh Carla."

"I realise I am been so ungrateful and silly. I'm one of the lucky ones but I miss Liam so much. He was meant to be with me, be here." Carla said as she stepped aside to let Peter into the room.

"I doubt anyone would think it odd that you are upset. You lost someone you loved very much. Not to mention you saw things no-one should see. Me and the lads on the Carpathia we were shocked at what we saw an…and we only saw what was left. I cannot even comprehend what you endured." Peter said as he sat on the small chair by the washstand. Carla took a seat on the bed and he sensed by the rumpled bed sheets that any sleep she had managed had been littered with nightmares of the sinking. "I though perhaps since you only have the clothes you are wearing that today I could take you to some stores, sort out some clothes for you." Peter said as Carla looked at him.

"I could not allow you to do that."

"Well no offence miss but you'll need more than one dress and the one you are wearing whilst very fetching will be very little use if you are to help out here." Peter said with a small smile for the woman sat opposite. "Well only if you will let me pay you back somehow even if it may be only a small amount each week. I can take in some sewing or teach some art or piano lessons to wealthier families." Carla stated as Peter smiled gently at her. "Be that as it may, right now I believe my Aunt's are busy rustling up a large breakfast now I do not know about yourself but I could quite happily dig into a mountain of toast." He stated as Carla nodded and ventured a small teary smile.