How I ever found my way back to my room, I will never know. Someone had distinguished the lamps during my absence, and I crept along the corridors, feeling my way along walls blindly. But, I eventually reached what I recognised as my own door, opened it, and crawled into bed next to Freddie. However, it was a long time before I finally fell asleep. Images of the nights events kept creeping into my head; dancing and music, happiness and beer. And a man with bright blue eyes and sandy hair kept popping up too...

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because next thing I knew, Freddie was shaking me awake, and Ann was calling instructions to me. I was still tired; more so, in fact then I had been before I went to bed. My head was fuzzy as I swung myself out of bed.

"You must have had fun last night" said Ann with a sly smile.

"I...what?" I said, still not fully awake. Then I remembered, and the nights events came flooding back to me, including Mr Jack Dawson.

"Well," continued Ann "I tried to wake up for you, but it just got too late! What time did you stumble in? I saw they'd distinguished the lamps, I hope that wasn't too much trouble for you."

"Um, no. No it wasn't" I said, slowly coming to my senses "And it was about midnight, I guess" I wasn't looking forward to a day of work, I felt like I needed to go back to bed and sleep for at least a couple of days.

"So," said Ann "Did you meet anyone nice?" My face must have said it all, because she clasped her hands together, and sent me a stream of questions all at once, not pausing for me to answer them at all; what's he called? What does he look like? Is he nice? Will you see him again? You get what I mean. I told her simply that I had met somebody called Jack Dawson, and that he was very nice. At this she clasped her hands together again and made stupid "oooh" sounds.

"Though," she said, returning to being serious "I expect Mr Hockley shall not be pleased to be hearing this" She looked at me slyly,

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"Oh, come on Scarlett, surely you must have noticed that Mr Hockley has an affectionate spot when it comes to you, mustn't you? I have never in all my years at work seen Caledon Hockley treat any women with the respect he treats you, and you are his mere servant. He cannot even look at you without grinning like a fool, and he will go out of his way to do things for you. Surely you can see that."

I thought for a moment about what Ann had said. Of course, it was a preposterous idea; there was no way Cal would have any feelings for me. Though, there was some truth in what she was saying; Cal was always nice to be, which didn't add up to how people said he treated his servants. And he came up deck with me on that first day. And, I could not deny that I had developed feelings for him, his smile and smooth manner were rather charming, despite my first impressions of him.

But then there was Jack Dawson, just as attractive and charming, with a sense of humour too. It looked like I would have to struggle to keep my feelings under control.

"Oh, by the way, you are to report to Mr Lovejoy at nine, something about a tour on the ship?" Ann spoke, cutting in on my thought tracks.

"What? Oh, yes" I had completely forgotten Mr Andrews offer. "Mr Andrews is giving a tour, he asked if I wanted to go"

"And Misters Lovejoy and Hockley are allowing this?" asked Ann

"Why, yes. They are going as well" I replied. Ann raised her eyebrows, and I knew what she was thinking, so I turned away from her and got ready for the day ahead.

At nine o' clock sharp, I went across the corridor and knocked before going in, this was the traditional way to enter the room, I had discovered.

The scene I walked in on was very much like the one I had seen when I first laid eyes upon Cal, all those weeks ago at Mr Lovejoy's house. Both men were smoking on couches, a thin haze appearing. However, Cal had none of the bravado that he had had when I first saw him, in fact he was rather withdrawn, and I suspected Lady Horsaw had a great deal to do with this.

He turned when I entered, getting off the couch.

"Scarlett" he said "Are you alright? I heard you were unwell last night"

Unwell? Of course! Ann had said she would cover for me; I hoped she hadn't laid it on too thickly.

"Oh, Sir, I am quite alright now, it was not really that bad last night. I hope there was nothing you needed me for, I apologise for being an inconvenience."

"Not at all" said Cal "I just hope you're alright". He was looking at me, studying my face. He looked and sounded genuinely concerned, and for a moment I felt extremely guilty, but then I remembered the wonderful evening I had had, and I felt less guilty.

"I am fine" I said, plainly "Ann said you wanted to see me?" I directed this question more to Mr Lovejoy, but couldn't help noticing a dull blush creeping around Cal's face. "About today, of course" I added, hurriedly "Not for anything else, I..."

"Stop burbling, Scarlett" said Mr Lovejoy "These women, they all talk too much, eh Cal?" Mr Lovejoy chuckled.

"Mmm" said Cal.

"Now" continued Mr Lovejoy "Are you still up for the tour today? As if you are going to be an inconvenience, then I suggest you remain here."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Cal got there first.

"She was unwell, Spicer, for God's sake! It is not an inconvenience to us!" Cal was practically shouting, and I saw Mr Lovejoy recoil.

Mr Lovejoy was looking incredulously at Cal. He turned slowly to me and said, in a small sort of voice,

"Well then, Scarlett, we shall see you here in exactly one hour. In that time, you can begin your chores to make up for the lost time"

Cal looked like he was going to speak again, so I quickly spoke up,

"Of course, Mr Lovejoy, Sir, I will be seeing you in an hour." I did a half curtsey, before speeding from the room. As I reached the door, I allowed myself a glance back into the room, and saw Cal was staring defiantly at the floor, Mr Lovejoy still eyeing him, suspiciously.