Authors Note: Hello again! Thank you to all the reviews so far. I apologise in advance for this chapter; I struggled a lot over it, and am still not pleased with it, so I shall try and post another chapter today to make up for it. For those that wonder, I am planning to introduce Jack to the story in the next chapter, or the next one after that. Robyn x

I had a long walk around the ship that afternoon, walking along the Promenade, and peering in at various luxury rooms; including the first class writing room, where I longed to go in, but thought it not best, seeing as most people seemed to think I was steerage. It really was a most marvellous ship, I could understand why people called it the Ship of Dreams, and I felt very privileged to be travelling upon it, even if it was as a servant.

When I returned to the room that evening, I saw that Ann was not there. This came as no surprise to me; there was much to be done on a ship this size. But it annoyed me slightly that she had left Freddie alone. He was sprawled on the bed.

Overcome with a sudden fatigue, I kicked off my shoes and jumped on the bed next to him, cuddling him close. I breathed in his sweet scent, and, again, I was reminded of the promise I had made to my mother, in what seemed like another lifetime ago.

"Are you happy on the Titanic, Freddie?" I asked him, eventually.

Freddie's eyes went big with excitement, "Yes!" he exclaimed "It's the most wonderful place ever, I never want to leave!"

I smile affectionately down at him. I knew what he meant, I felt almost melancholy of the idea that we would not be on the Titanic forever. I wondered, suddenly, what we would do when our work here was done; would we continue working for Mr Lovejoy and Cal? But they seemed to have lots of staff already, so perhaps not.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I sprung from the bed, assuming it was just Ann back from her duties. I was already to have a moan at her for leaving Freddie, but when I opened the door, it was not Ann who appeared in front of me; it was Cal.

I practically jumped at the sight of him. "Good evening Sir" I said, finally. All too late I remember my shoes, discarded by the fire, and wiggled my toes self consciously in my woollen tights. Cal didn't seem to notice though.

"Scarlett" he started, leaning against the doorframe "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to rush off like that"

"That's quite alright, Sir" I said, wondering where this was going, after all, Cal had given me the afternoon off; there was no need to apologise.

"I, um, had to see a lady in distress". I expected this was the women who I had seen running from the Dining Saloon, the one who Cal had "turned down" as it were. I longed to ask more questions, but knew it would not be my place; so I said nothing.

Sensing that I was not going to respond to this, Cal spoke again "I heard you ran into some trouble with Officials? I hope they were not too troublesome to you."

"Not after I had dealt with them." I replied. Cal looked shocked.

"Joking" I said. It looked like I would have to be careful what I said around here. Things were not taken jokingly, unless they were said by Mr Lovejoy, and Mr Lovejoy himself took the joke, that is.

"Right. Of course" said Cal, laughing nervously. Deciding I had said too much, I was silent again. For a moment there was silence, and then; "Just in case there's any more trouble, I got you this". Cal handed me a small card, on which he had written;

I, Caledon Nathan Hockley confirm that the holder of this card is a member of my staff, and I expect them to be allowed access to all areas of the ship, as I myself am allowed access to.

And then he had signed it; some loopy, illegible signature.

"Thank you" I said "I'm sure this will prove most useful." Cal peered at me, as though trying to decipher if I was being sincere or not, before saying,

"I'd best be getting back now." Pointing unnecessarily at the door behind him. I smiled at him, and nodded.

"Good night, Sir"

"Good night, Scarlett" he said, returning my smile, his eyes creasing at the sides. I felt all tingly again.

I watched him cross the corridor and enter his own room, before I closed the door, and crawled back into the bed, where I found Freddie, already asleep. Without even bothering to change from my clothes, thoroughly tired from the day's events, I fell asleep. My last thought was that of Ann how she had not yet returned.