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Sonny's Point of View

"Chad? Chad, where are we?" I mumbled, getting up off the floor and rubbing my eyes. The last thing I remembered was... clutching on to Chad for dear life and our "taxi" running into a concrete wall. I suddenly felt someone cover my eyes with their hands.

"Guess who?" I heard an annoying voice tease.

"Chad..." I giggled.

"It's about time you regained consciousness, Sonny,"

"We shouldn't be teasing each other right now- let's figure out where we are," I said, pulling his hands off of my eyes.

Chad stood up from his kneeling position. "Wait, why are we in Victorian-Era clothing?" I asked, looking at the ever-too frilly dress I was wearing.

"Hey, Don't ask me- I just regained consciousness a couple minutes ago," Chad chuckled, helping me up. He was wearing some type of suit.

"Well, how about we like wander around and see where we are?" Chad nodded and turned around.

"Oh... my... god... hey, Sonny?"

"Yeah?"

"Turn around,"

"What?"

"Turn around," He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the direction he was looking in.

"Oh my... Chad...," I turned around and I saw deep, dark, blue ocean. Then it hit me- we were on a boat.

"Oh my Chad? Really Sonny?"

"Oh, shut up, I was in shock, what was I supposed to say?"

"I don't know! I'm just as shocked about all this as you, but you don't see me going 'Oh.. my.. Sonny,'"

"Can we just change the subject now? We're on a boat in the middle of nowhere!"

"Yeah... that might be a problem..."

I playfully swatted Chad's arm.

"Ouch!"

"That seriously hurt?" I asked, giggling.

"No, but guys pretend to be hurt whenever girls hit them,"

"Oh, whatever, let's just try to figure out where we are, exactly,"

"You're on the Titanic, beautiful," a hoarse, rough voice, said. I recognized it as the Taxi driver's voice.

Chad put his arm protectively around me. "What do you mean we're on the Titanic?" Chad asked, angrily.

"The year is 1912, April 10 to be exact, 4 days before the disaster that shocked the world, 4 days before 1,517 people perished," he whispered, walking in circles around me and Chad.

"Please, just tell us how to go back to Condor Studios,"

"You two will know how to get back, when the time comes, but for now, you are no longer Chad Dylan Cooper and Allison Munroe- you are now Oliver Dean and Isabella Hartman, passengers on the Titanic," he said, shoving two boarding passes into Chad's hands, then disappearing.

Chad's Point of View

What the hell? We were some how magically transported back in time to 1912, and now we were on a Ocean Liner destined for disaster?

My thoughts were interupted when I saw Sonny crying.

"Sonny? Hey, Sonny? What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, what's wrong? We're on an Ocean Liner destined for disaster- only close to 30% of the passengers on the ship survived, Chad. 30%. We're practically destined for death on here," Sonny sobbed into my shirt, shaking.

I didn't know what to say- suddenly a wave of fear rose over me. Sonny was right- we'd probably end up dying. Then I looked at our boarding passes and thought of something. "Sonny, why don't you look at your boarding pass- you're in first class. And, if you remember from history with Bitterman, you'd know that nearly every child, girl, and woman in first class survived- plus, you're only sixteen, still a child, according to most, you're going to live,"

"But, Chad, what about you? If you paid attention to Bitterman, you'd know that overall, only 20% of the men survived. 20 percent, Chad, 20 percent," for that, I didn't have an answer to. I just hugged her.

"Isabella!" a voice called, and a girl, about our age, came running over to me and Sonny.

"Uh... do I know you?" I asked, looking at the girl.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself! I'm Emilie James, Isabella's cousin- you must be her fiancee- Cornelius, right?"

"Cornelius? I'm Cha- I mean, Oliver," I told her.

"Wait, fiancee? I'm only sixteen!" Sonny exclaimed.

"Now, Bella, we've gone through this before- it's a family tradition! You have to be married before you turn seventeen next month, in order to inherit the family's fortune,"

"But I don't want the fortune! I don't want to get married!" Sonny yelled. This was beginning to sound vaguely like a movie.

"Seriously, err... Emilie, she's only sixteen," I reasoned, glaring at Emilie.

"Oh... you must be the Oliver that Bella writes about in her diary at night. You're all she ever thinks about," Emilie giggled.

"So I am..." I smirked at Sonny, recieving another little slap on my arm.

"Don't worry, Bella, I am your cousin, after all, I won't mention this to your mum, but you have to come for tea, now,"

"But Emil-"

"No buts, we're going, now, otherwise Mum will know something's up,"

"I'll come find you later," I whispered into Sonny's ear, hoping to give her some type of comfort.

"Promise?" she asked, as Emilie led her away.

"I promise," I mouthed to her, before picking up my boarding pass and going to find my room.