Spring of 1912 was a difficult time for 13 Paternoster Row.

Over breakfast, Vastra reads a newspaper mention of an unsinkable ship. Fiona stood up and ran behind Vastra to read it out loud herself.

"The new White Star triple-screw steamer Titanic, 46,328 tons, the largest vessel in the world, left Belfast on Tuesday and arrived at Southampton on Thursday. She will sail from Southampton on Thursday. She will sail from Southampton, on her first voyage to New York, on Wednesday next week." Looking up from the newspaper, "Alaya, please take me to Southampton. We must stop the Titanic from leaving port!"

"Fiona?" Alaya trying to understand Fiona's panic.

Vastra looks to Fiona, "My dear, why would we stop this ship from leaving port?"

Alaya sits Fiona back down and rubs her back. Softly Alaya speaks, "Tell us, please."

Fiona clutches Alaya's hand, "It is the Titanic. It will sink."

Jenny snatches the paper, "It is written right here, unsinkable."

Fiona quietly and kindly responds, "It will sink hitting an iceberg after sometime between eleven and midnight, ships time."

Vastra asks, "How do you know?"

"I have seen the movie, not a historical one, but the one where the poor guy gets the rich girl. Oh, but it sinks. Truly honestly. Over one-thousand lose their lives." She looks up to Vastra, "We have to stop or delay ... something."

Vastra leans over to Fiona, "What possibly could we do? We have no pull, say or right to stop this ship from leaving the dock. We are detectives and you soon will be a physician. The people behind making sure that the ship runs on time have more money and power beyond any of us sitting at the table."

"I don't know. What if we put up a sign or hand out fliers, or convince people to not get on the Titanic."

Vastra, "My dear, we can't do anything. We have no right to change history. If you have a sign, put out fliers or make any attempt to persuade people not to board the ship, you will find yourself in an entirely different hospital."

Fiona feeling defeated, "Then what is the use knowing."

"Dear you weren't supposed to know. Your mother's prime directive is unkind. But it is there for a reason."

"I want to watch the Titanic leave port."

Alaya reminds Fiona, "You have not been out of the hospital ..."

"I am stronger."

Vastra offering a compromise, "Let me consult with your mother and Jenny. I have no solutions at this time. I am open if you have any ideas."

Fiona stares at her plate of food, she is missing a few grilled mushrooms.

Alaya interrupts the quiet, "Fiona please eat, it will help you work out. Mother Vastra has taught me a new move, your backside will surely hit the floor."

Fiona looks to Alaya, "We'll see about that" and begins to eat everything off the plate. When Alaya tried to steal another mushroom Fiona instantly shoves all remaining mushrooms in her mouth and chews.
Vastra and Jenny laugh, Alaya soon follows. Fiona finally gets the mushroom down her throat and claims, "My backside will never touch the ground today".

Alaya smirks back devilishly.

She was right, not once did Fiona backside hit the gymnasium floor.

At the end of the session and Fiona exits the basement, Alaya turns to her Mother Vastra, "What did I do wrong?"

"You underestimated a human."

"She was crying, she was upset. I wanted to go easier on her, but she surpassed me. I truly became more aggressive and tactical ... she did not falter."

"That is the human spirit. It is good you learn it from someone you care about. Now let's see if you can keep your backside from hitting the floor."

The first order of business, after showers, Vastra and Jenny visit 14 Savile Row.

After dinner, Fiona was unusually quiet, leaning against Alaya as they turn the pages of "The Pencil of Nature", which Vastra bound for easy reading.

There is a knock on the door.

Jenny answers and directs the guest to the drawing-room, A delivery man, but with a touch to the wrist he becomes April Saint Clair. Fiona jumps up and greets her mother with a hug and kiss.

April, "Fiona we need to talk about a mistake I have made."

"A mistake, what is it? How can I help?"

"I should have never taught you about the future. You have to try to forget what you have learned."

"So I am not to invest in Apple?"

April smiles, "I guess that would be fine."

"So I am should buy a Pinto?"

"Oh god no."

Fiona retorts lovingly, "So explain to me which I am to forget or remember."

April puts her head down for a moment and brings it back up to looking to Vastra and Jenny. "I seek your counsel. I don't know what to do."

Vastra does her best to explain, "The responsibility of knowing what will happen in the future is not a burden, it is a gift. There are points in time that can't alter. The Titanic is one of those set in time."

Fiona questions, "How do you know?"

Vastra looks affectionately to Fiona, "Because it has been attempted before you. More powerful and more authority than all of us combined. The Titanic must stay the course."

Fiona scowls at Vastra, "Poor choice of words."

"Sorry, little one, my Silurian mind always goes for a pun at the inappropriate moment. Forgive me."

"Of course. What do you suggest I do?"

"It takes about 5 hours to get there. It is up to you. Do you want to actually want to see a ship full of people off to their deaths?"

"Nobody else will know. If we wave and they wave back, it will be for a different reason. We are waving back and thanking them for their lives." Tears swell in Fiona's eyes.

April to Vastra, "That is self-torture."

Jenny to April, "We have all lost someone in our lives. If you knew that the last moment with your Ian couldn't be changed, what would you have done differently?"
April to Jenny, "Kiss a little longer."

Fiona, "I want to wave a little longer."

Vastra, " We head to Southampton. We visit Fleet Street tomorrow."

"I must stay here, for the business sake." April gives a quizzical look, "Fleet Street? I hope not to see a barber or eat pies?"

Jenny, "No, Thomas Cook is an agent for foreign and domestic travel. Why?"

April, "For that story, you'll need a bottle of wine, patience and ear plugs. Because it a stage production with songs. I know all the words, the stage theatrics and I don't sing very well."

A few days later a telegram comes 13 Paternoster Row. Jenny announces, "We have train tickets from Waterloo station to Southampton. We have reservations at Thornton House, a private and residential hotel on Hulse Road. We shall leave the first thing in two days."