Cynthia's dreams much like the nights before were long and dreary, they didn't seem to have much reason to them, at least from what she could remember of them. But like before, she could remember the last bit.

She found herself standing on the boat deck again, and it was very much nighttime. But that's the thing, there was no railing like the ship had, she was standing at the very edge, and when she looked down she could see the dark abyss that was the ocean, with no stars in the sky that reflected down on it.

As she dreamed she could feel herself thinking of jumping, and she wondered whether or not the water below would be cold like it was the night the ship sank. Cynthia then remembered she turned around and behind her was a large crowd of passengers, some were first class, second class and even third class. But most of all she could see Jack and Rose, who stood next to each other, Rose wore her black dress while Jack wore his red shirt and suspenders. They just stared at her, and there was very little life in their eyes, none of the bright warmth that Cynthia had seen of them both. They looked tired like they wanted to go to bed and to rest their eyes. They didn't smile at her or had any of the warmth and joy that Cynthia had known them for.

In her mind she could somehow tell what they wanted to do; Jump and Cynthia found herself turning her body back as she held her foot out.

And then, she leapt in. She felt for a few seconds before she felt the cold water cover her entirely as the ocean water consumed and swallowed her whole. Even from the water, she could somehow hear something from above on the ship; it was clapping and cheering. It sounded distorted but Cynthia could tell what was enough as voices from above.

"Thank you."

"Oh yes thank you."

"Thank you for saving our lives."

Cynthia felt herself looking up a bit, she could still see the lights of the ship from above through her distorted vision, and the passengers above dancing and cheering.

And then she saw Rose and Jack who both stood at the edge, looking down at her. Cynthia wanted to say something, scream yell or anything, but nothing came to mind or out of her mouth. But Rose and Jack said nothing, at least not what Cynthia could tell, they just stared at her blankly with those lifeless eyes and Cynthia watched them as she began to drag further and further down into the water.

Cynthia found herself waking up as the darkness consumed her and found herself lying on her side. Her eyes glanced around her and she could see that it was still dark around. She started to sit up and go over to the window where she opened up the curtains a bit so she could see. To her surprise, it was still dark out, somewhat. There's a bit of light that began to creep out from the sky, at least that's what she could tell from her small window. Cynthia looked over at her bed, by now she wasn't exactly feeling that tired and knew she definitely didn't want to go back to sleep, at least not yet, not until that dream was out of her mind.

She knew what she wanted to do, go for a walk and so her eyes moved to her wardrobe and she began to rummage through. Surely there's something in here that's easy to put on, she thought looking for anything that had long sleeves. And sure enough, she found it, a long-sleeved beige and cream dress. She quickly got out of her nightgown and tried her best to tighten her corset as best as she could. Then she finally put the dress on and examined herself in the dressing table mirror. She then quickly grabbed a matching coat and some shoes as well as her camera which she puts around her neck before quietly opening her door to the sitting room. She looked around a bit before she tiptoed towards the door and out of her cabin.

There was no one in the hallway when she shut the door, and it was almost quiet, with the only sound being that of the humming of the engines. It really was like she was the only one on the ship at that time. But she knew they were all sleeping, at least the passengers, there had to be some crew members working still, and the engineers and the coalers who very much still had to be working.

Cynthia gently clutched her camera she she made her way down the hallway, and up towards the boat deck.

Sure enough, it was very much still dark out, with some pink and yellow visible in the sky. Cynthia glanced over at the water and she could see the small bits of light from the sky reflecting off of it. It was beginning to turn into dawn, and the sun would be up soon.

Cynthia stared at the sky for a bit before lifting her camera up and taking a photo. She pulled the photo out of the camera slot, and even with the very little light she was getting, she couldn't quite tell if it was a good picture or not. But she smiled all the same, It'll be nice to have a couple of more of these in the photo album.

The photo album, yes, the photo album Cynthia stopped all of a sudden, right now the photo album was still in the drawer of her dressing table, and next to them were the photos of Rachel, Natalie and Bethan. There had been so many photos of them all together, they had to be dozens, maybe even hundreds of them.

It'll have better stuff in it now, Cynthia thought, trying to make herself more happy, but that didn't work, for the thoughts she had last night came back again. Those memories, those experiences, those adventures. They had been with her for so long, they dated back to their early high school years.

Could travelling back 96 years in the past truly replace the memories she had made with them? Of course, they would. But that thought hurt her. It definitely hit something in her.

She began to walk along the deck, there definitely wasn't anyone around, just her, not even crew mates. I guess it really must be early, she thought. She looks around one last time, just to be sure that nobody will see her. Once she's sure, Cynthia gently takes the camera off her neck and sits down on the wooden deck before lying on her back.

Cynthia looks into the sky, by now it's gotten much lighter and in a few hours or less, the sun will rise on the 12th of April. She now only had two more days until the sinking.

Cynthia almost felt herself relax as she thought of what she would have to do today, she knew she had to go back down into third class and finish mapping out the last two decks, and then she would have to make maps, many of them and try her best to translate them into as many languages she could get and figure out a way to distribute them to the third class passengers below.

How am I going to explain it to Jack? She wondered, she began to think of all the excuses she could make as to why she was giving a map to him, "You never know when we need to get to the boats."

No that'd be stupid, he'd think you were paranoid or something. But he would listen to what I'd say right? He'd help me.

But I've got no real reason that wouldn't make me look insane, there's nothing about this ship so far that would suggest that we might all be in danger. It's stupid.

Cynthia then turned her head over to the railing, to the sea. Her dream came back into her mind. If I jumped into the water, they'd have to stop the ship to come look for me. If i were to do that I'd have to do it the night we hit the iceberg, at least then the lookouts would be able to see the iceberg in time so they could miss it.

But from this height? I'd probably die from hitting the water, and it's so reckless. The image of her parents came into her mind, as well as her grandparents, and the very damaged photo they'd have of Maybelle Cornell came to her. I told Mum I wasn't going to do anything that would put myself in danger like that. No, and there'd be no foolproof way that I'd be able to get rescued. I mean, unless I managed to get a crowd and some officers nearby when I jumped but.. No, that's so stupid, that's how people died that day, jumping from the ship when they were so high. I can't risk it.

The image of Jack and Rose suddenly came into her mind, and she felt an ease in her heart, I can't imagine Rose coming across my frozen body like that while the ship is sinking. I couldn't live with myself like that.. They'd both be disappointed with me.

Cynthia stays there for a little bit longer, enough that she's starting to feel sleepy again, and eventually finds herself picking g herself off the ground and grabbing her camera.

She then slugged her way off the boat deck and headed back to her cabin, where she made sure to be extra quiet once she got back. Then, she made her way back into her bedroom, turned off the lights again collapsed herself back into bed and fell asleep once again.

It was another few hours before Cynthia woke up again, and she at first wondered if she even did go up to the boat deck or if it indeed was a dream, but as she felt around her, she found the photos she had taken up there and she got her confirmation.

Breakfast went quickly as Cynthia was getting herself ready, at least she was hoping to as she scrummaged through her wardrobe again. She needed to find something to blend into Third class again, and she knew she couldn't just wear the same dress she wore yesterday.

"Are you looking for something particular Mrs?" Lillian called from the sitting room.

"No, I'm fine!" Cynthia called as she found a long black skirt and a white blouse. Perfect, she thought and she quickly changed into them, grabbing the scarf she had worn yesterday as well as her camera, notebook and pen.

She then changed into the boots she wore yesterday before she stepped back into the sitting room and began to make her way to the door. Lillian was clearing up the table when she saw her and she seemed to do a double take.

"I'll be out for a bit, be back by lunch" Cynthia said taking no mind to Lillian's expression.

"Y-yes Mrs, see you when you get back."

"See ya."

"Bye."

Cynthia shut the door as she left and began to make her way down the hallway and back up to the boat deck. Hopefully, I don't get caught, she thought.

She made her way up to the boat deck which by now had there were many more people around than there were a few hours ago. People sitting on the lounges, taking a stroll or looking out over the railing. She smiled at them as she made her way along the deck, soon enough she would be at the third-class entryway, and from then on she would have to be more careful.

Once she got to the gate, she looked around one more time, just to be sure once again that no one was watching her, and then she opened the latch and went down the stairs. She was in Third Class once again.

No one from third class sees that she clearly just entered from third class as they were talking, walking and chatting with those around them. Cynthia felt herself sigh mentally in relief. I wonder where Jack is, she thought as her eyes looked over at the ocean. She remembered what she had said to him yesterday, "Umm, no sorry, but I'll try to see you tomorrow."

He's gotta be around here somewhere, she thought as she began to wonder about the third-class deck. She wanders around it back and forth on both sides of the ship, and so far she has yet to see him, not even Fabrizio or Tommy.

Maybe they're down below deck? She thought as she peered over the railing. By now, they were well out to sea, with Cherbourg well and truly behind them. Cynthia then took her camera out and began to snap some photos of the sea, she made sure to cling tightly to the camera even when she was pulling out the photos from the camera slot and putting them into her pockets. She went along the railing and captured many photos of the ship's funnels and its sides. She made her way further and further along until she did another lap along the other side of the ship, and so far, she had managed to evert any crew members, at least for the time being. Thank god.

Yet during her photo taking, she had yet to see Jack anywhere, and it was beginning to get to her a bit.

Maybe he actually doesn't want to see me? She thought as put her camera down momentarily, looking around. I mean, he could be in the open area again. It's not like we actually made plans on where we would meet. Ugh. I guess I might have to write him a telegraph or something to come and meet me here.

She smiled at the thought as she looked down at her camera. I should probably see how the photos came out.

She looked around and saw a wooden bench that wasn't being occupied. Well, mostly unoccupied. Three people were sitting on the bench, a man and a woman who looked much older than Cynthia, old enough they could have been her parents, and next to them was a young girl, who had to have been their daughter. She had dark brown curly hair which had a red bow in it. In her hands, she was playing with a doll which had a red hat and a dress. The seat next to the girl was empty and so Cynthia walked over and gently sat down. The girls' parents looked over at her and smiled before turning back to their chatter.

Cynthia gently takes the camera off from her neck and examines it a bit, before putting it onto her lap and pulling out the photos she had taken. She began to flick through them at a time and just looked at them, the lighting from them came out beautiful and she smiled.

"What's that?"

Cynthia turned her head and saw that the young girl sitting next to her was now looking at her. The girl's eyes were fixed on Cynthia's camera as she pointed to it, still holding onto her doll.

"Oh, this? This is my camera."

"What's it for?"

"It allows me to take photos, I just press this button here and the photo comes out here."

The girl's eyes lit up with curiosity, and she smiled.

"Can I have a try?"

Cynthia parted her mouth slightly as she thought about it for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't really lend my camera around just to anyone. It's very important to me and it can easily get broken if people aren't too careful."

The little girl nodded, "I understand." Cynthia smiled as the girl then held out her doll.

"It's the same for my doll, I wouldn't want anyone to hurt her."

"Of course," Cynthia laughed, "Does she have a name?"

"Marrietta."

"Oh, I see."

"My name is Cora," The girl smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Cora, My name is Cynthia."

"Cora, we've got to go now." The girl's parents got up and held their little girl's hand. She looked at Cynthia and smiled before waving to her.

"Bye Aunty Cynthia."

Cynthia blinked, the word "aunty" going through one ear and out the other. Then she smiled warmly, "By Cora." The smile didn't leave her as she watched Cora's family walk away and out of sight.

Cynthia sat there for a little bit before she got up again and walked a bit along the deck, her mind tracing back to yesterday.

I used to ballet a few years ago. That's what she had said to Rose at the pool. Cynthia then looked down and lifted her skirt up a bit, just enough for her to see her feet. She began to walk again, but this time on the ball of her feet, like she would have when she had done ballet all those years ago. She smiled a bit as she wobbled, but after some time she began to straighten up. I'm getting the hang of this again, She thought happily as she held her hands up in the air like she had used to. She did a small pirouette, the world around her revolving as she suddenly saw a familiar face which quickly made her stop. Standing not too far away was Jack, who wore a dark red shirt and suspenders, much like he had worn yesterday. He had a smile on his as Cynthia looked at him a bit sheepishly as her head spun a bit. Cynthia quickly straightened herself up and walked over to him, "Hey, didn't see you there," Cynthia said, trying to sound confident.

"I didn't know you were much of a dancer," Jack said, a grin on his face as Cynthia got to him.

"Yeah, well, I used to do ballet when I was younger," Cynthia shrugged, looking at him. "Fabrizio and Tommy aren't with you?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they've both gone smoking or something, at least that's where I think they are."

Cynthia smiled.

"So did you finish it?"

"Finish what?"

"Finish mapping the lower decks."

"Oh that, No, I got a bit preoccupied, had people to see last night, and didn't have time."

"Is that where you were heading then?"

"Well not really, I mean I was, But I thought seeing you was.."

"More important?"

"More worth it I guess."

"Ah," Jack then let out a bit of a laugh, "Is that how you see me?"

"Worth it? Well yes of course, what'd you think?" Cynthia laughed, smiling.

And before they knew it, the two had begun to walk alongside each other on the deck.

"How was your lot?" Jack asked.

"What?"

"At dinner?"

"Oh, yeah, everything was fine. Really good, how about you."

"Pretty fine, I was hoping I'd see you last night."

"Yeah, sorry I just had a lot to do, and it was getting pretty late when I finished it was just..."

"It's ok," Jack said earnestly, 'Really it is. You don't need to explain yourself."

"Yeah," Cynthia said breathlessly, her eyes glancing over to the ocean. Her mind was racing for something for them to talk about, and then:

"Is there anyone waiting for you in New York?"

Jack looked a bit surprised as Cynthia realised how that might have sounded.

"Like I mean family, like any parents or siblings. Not like anyone like special like-"

Jack laughed a bit, "It's ok I get what you are saying. But no, It's just me. My parents have been gone since I was 15 and I didn't have any brothers or sisters, that was actually about the time when I left and I haven't been back since then."

"Oh," was all Cynthia could say.

'Yeah."

Cynthia thought for a bit, "I guess I'm like that too, I', an only child, I have a lot of cousins and aunts and uncles and that all around Europe and America. I haven't met many of them, none of my family haven't at least in America."

"Is that why you're going them?"

"No, I'm going to see my parents, they're waiting for me," Cynthia sighed, looking at the ground for a bit and away from Jack, and for a moment she forgot of where she was.

"I feel like I might have scared them a bit..."

"How so?"

"Well I sort of told them that I needed space for a bit, and I think I may have worried them a bit. I lost contact with them, but I promised them I would make it to America, at least I wrote that I would and I want to keep my word to them. It seemed like it was so long ago now that I'm on this ship."

"That's nice..."

"It is?"

"Yeah, well, You're pretty clear that you're gonna see them again so what's stopping you?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

Cynthia's mind went back a bit to last night, to the dinner and Ruth's words. For fucks sake why is she still fucking with my mind?

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing, it happened so long ago. It doesn't matter," Cynthia said quickly, walking a bit faster so she was now in front of Jack who looked a bit confused as Cynthia grabbed at the railing, they were still on the promenade, which had a railing that looked over the stern of the ship. Cynthia's grip tightened. It doesn't hurt me, it happened 96 years in the future, it happened two days ago.

Cynthia let out a sigh, "It's just something that happened a few days ago, it doesn't matter anymore though."

"How so?"

"Huh?"

"How do you think that it's so insignificant, it seems like it means a lot to you."

"It did, I mean it does. Ugh... it happened, and I've been trying to forget it ever happened but there are people, people I've met so far that just make it all Come back and yet... It feels so silly now."

Cynthia took a deep breath, "I had these friends, people I knew since I was in school, and to me they were everything, they were there through everything and I did everything I could to support them no matter what. I even filled my photo album with our pictures together. But they don't feel that way about me, I heard them talking about me before Ai left."

Cynthia stared across to the ocean, her former friends, words that day had come into her mind.

"Like seriously, she never brings up anything worthwhile into the conversation, like for real."

"And she's been such a know-it-all, like she always has to keep bringing up her family history, Oh my great-grandmother was on the Titanic, oh did you know that she was on lifeboat 52? Like she really thinks she's above us with all that knowledge like we're so stupid. Like it's not all about you!"

"And like also, like I don't even really want to be around her by myself, you know like ever since she came out to us, I feel like she's gonna watch me when we got changed for gym or she's gonna try to hit on me. Like yuck."

Jack then moved next to her on the railing, trying to look at her, but Cynthia had consciously turned her head away so that he wouldn't see how her eyes had become watery.

"They're not on the ship with us are they?" Jack asked.

"No," Cynthia said, almost laughing at the idea, "I left after I heard, they've got no clue that I'm here." The image of Rachel, Betham and Natalie in Edwardian clothing in 1912 seemed funny to her, though she had no idea how she would describe this to Jack.

"It feels like it was long ago, and I guess I thought I'd find myself moving on from it. I don't know..."

Cynthia sighed, almost laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm being really heavy now aren't I?"

"No it's not, it's nice that you're so..."

"Obnoxious?A Know-it-all?"

"No, is that what they said about you, they must have been on their rocker then, you're none of those things."

"I guess that's nice to know, Cynthia smiled a bit as a single tear went down her cheek.

"As I was saying it's nice that you're so, open. At least you're open about what you do and what you like. At least you're enjoying your life and living, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah..."

There was a bit of silence as Cynthia stared at the ocean. She wanted to look at Jack, but there were still tears in her eyes. What's he gonna say then? She thought but felt herself glance across to him. He looked so gently, like he was thinking of some kind of response.

"Have you done anything with the photos?"

"You mean other than take them out of the photo album? Not much."

"How come?"

"I don't know, I mean, there's so many of them I wouldn't know what to do with them even if I wanted to do something."

"I don't know, they'd make a good fire though, wouldn't they?"

At this, Cynthia laughed and for a moment she turned her head so Jack could see her face, which still had tears that were beginning to dry on her cheeks.

She looked at Jack for a moment, not even trying to wipe or hide away her red face, it was almost mesmerising like it was only him. It's just him.

Cynthia then looked back at the ocean before gently leaning against Jack, who looked a tad bit surprised. Cynthia didn't look at him though as her tears just fell for a bit. But she was still smiling and still laughing to herself.

The two stayed like that for a moment before Cynthia looked down at Jack's side, it was then that Cynthia looked down and saw he was carrying his sketchbook with him.

"You carry that with you all the time?" Cynthia said breaking the silence as she straightened herself away from Jack, looking down at his sketchbook.

"Yeah, well, I could say the same thing about your camera," Jack said smiling.

Cynthia chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Have you drawn anything new?"

"A little bit since you last them," Jack said as he looked around a bit, seemingly looking for some kind of surface for them to sit down on before's his caught on to a bench and walked over, Cynthia followed behind as Jack opened his sketchbook as they sat down.

"See?" Jack said as he held out his sketchbook and Cynthia gently held it out on her hands. There were indeed more new ones, some of which depicted a family chatting on a bench, two parents and their two children. Another of some passengers danced, some of them playing instruments, and others were just passengers; smiling, and laughing.

"They're so good," Cynthia said breathlessly as she flipped through the pages.

"Some of them have been asking me if I make anything," Jack said, leaning in a bit.

"And have you?"

"Nope."

"How come?"

"Well, it's better to wait once we get to the States, then I can really get some good work done.

But you might lose it all in a few days, Cynthia suddenly thought, her mind going to the sinking.

It was then Cynthia realised just how close they had gotten, staring into each other's eyes. Cynthia almost wanted to back away from him.

Before she could say anything, a sudden breeze came in. The pages began to flick themselves, it all happened so fast as Cynthia in surprise felt her grip on the sketchbook loosens. It's fine, Jack's still- But that quickly went away as Cynthia watched in complete shock and dumbfoundedness as the sketchbook flew out of both of their hands and onto the ground, as it did, some of the pages came loose and began to flutter in the wind.

Cynthia, with her mind racing quickly got up.

"Oh shit Fuck!" She cursed, forgetting completely where she was as she dashed to grab the pages which were now moving slowly towards the railing. If it goes over the edge, it's done for.

"Shit, shit, shit," Cynthia heard Jack say as she quickly followed after her, grabbing the sketchbook and a few pages. Cynthia grabbed two or three as she saw one of them was going ever closer to the railing.

"It's fine Cynthia," Jack called as Cynthia made a mad dash for it. She was so preoccupied with following after the drawing she hadn't noticed how early 20th-century skirts were not particularly well known for being good at running in.

So when Cynthia made a mad leap to stop the drawing from flying away, her legs got caught in her skirt and sure enough, she felt herself tumble to the ground. It all happened so quickly, as Cynthia looked up at the drawing, it was still within arm's reach. She reached for it and gripped it tightly, maybe too tightly, but she didn't seem to notice as she finally fell onto the wooden deck.

Immediately she felt pain in her knees as she let out a groan.

"Fucking hell," Cynthia muttered as she heard the hurried steps of Jack following close behind.

"You alright?" Jack asked, kneeling down as Cynthia tried to sit up a bit.

"Yeah I think so," Cynthia then lifted her hand which was still holding tight to the drawing, which now that she looked at it was a bit crippled. Jack also looked at it, and Cynthia could tell he was trying to keep it together. He was smiling a bit but it was clear he was a bit.

"I'm sorry," Cynthia said as she passed the crunched-up drawing back to Jack who gently took it off her hands.

"Never mind that how are you feeling, you hurt?" Jack asked as both hands hoisted Cynthia back up onto her feet. Cynthia almost let out a help as he did as she straightened up a bit.

"Yeah..." Cynthia said as she brushed along her skirt, wincing a bit on her knees, "Argh, it hurts still."

"Come, let's get you back there," Jack said as he still held one of Cynthia's hands and the other on her shoulder, keeping her close as the two of them walked side by side back towards the bench. Jack moved a bit as they sat down, putting his sketchbook beside him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, I think, I'm alright. Thanks. Just a tumble, that's all" Cynthia said reassuringly, now smiling.

"Didn't expect you fall that hard," Jack said, clinging a bit to his sketchbook, now smiling.

"Me neither," Cthia said, now laughing, "God, guess I didn't watch my legs huh?"

She then looked over at Jack's sketchbook, "Sorry again about the drawing."

"Hey it's all good, don't think I ever met someone who was so willing to nearly go overboard just to save my drawings."

Cynthia let a laugh out of this. "Well, I guess that's good to hear."

Jack smiled at her and Cynthia smiled back.

"There's gotta be something I can do about you're drawing," Cynthia said, reaching over and taking the drawing out of Jack's hands, uncrumpling it so she could see it more clearly. It depicted a couple of children and their families laughing and smiling with each other. A couple of crinkles had opened up rips and holes throughout the drawing, some along the children's and the adult's hands.

"Eh, It's not like you could unrip them or anything," Jack said nonchalantly as Cynthia studied the drawing a bit more, her eyes squinting a bit at the details. No, there definitely something I can do, there's got to be.

And then she thought of something.

"Do you have anything to draw with?"

"Huh?"

"Like a pencil or something, anything?"

Jack then rummaged a bit into his pockets before he pulled out a charcoal pencil and handed it to Cynthia.

"What are you going to do?" Jack asked as Cynthia grabbed the sketchbook from beside Jack and leaned it hard against the drawing as a backing.

"Just trust the process," was all Cynthia said as her entire focus came onto the drawing. She gripped the pencil tightly as she began to sketch out the outline of roots along the edges, then as she went along began to bridge them along the rips and tears, adding leaves and more detail as she did. She didn't take her eyes off the drawing as she began to darken the root a bit more. Jack watched her with intrigue as she began to sketch out round circles along the edges, big ones that Jack looked at in puzzlement. She began to add petals to the circles and Jack quickly realised what they were; sunflowers.

She began to go over them even more, making the lines darker and having some of the vines twist and bend along the page. This went along for about half an hour until her arm began to sore a bit, and she knew then that it was about ready.

"There, finished," Cynthia said, showing the drawing to Jack, "Sorry it took so long."

"Nah, it looks really good," Jack said as he took his drawing or Cynthias? He didn't know as took the drawing from her hands and looked at it, "Really good actually."

Cynthia beamed at him, as she looked at the drawing, their drawing.

And they stayed staring at it for a bit longer than they should of, she didn't know how long, many minutes.

And then Cynthia, maybe all at once remembers why she was down in third class in the first place, well maybe the second place.

Cynthia then felt herself grab into the pocket of her skirt to her booklet and flicked through the pages.

"Gee you've written a lot," said Jack, looking over at Cynthia's notes, "And you still haven't gotten all of steerage done?"

"No, I was busy last night," Cynthia mumbled.

"If you want, we can go down there."

"You would?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Y-yeah, ok sure."

Cynthia then picked up her things as Jack put their drawing into his sketchbook and the two of them then stood up before making their way inside the ship again.

Cynthia led the way, though she didn't know why or how it managed to happen, even with her own notes, they seemed to keep ending up at dead ends heading towards the outside again But they eventually found a staircase and made their down the decks.

Cynthia on occasion kept looking back at Jack who showed no boredom in his eyes, intrigue maybe? Or even enthusiasm. Either way, he looked like he wanted to be there, and that was enough for Cynthia.

They went further and further down until they eventually found there was down to F deck and Cynthia began to write down her directions, following along down the corridor.

"Haven't been down this deep in the ship before," Jack said as they passed some passengers, "You sure you might end up down here if something happens to us?"

"You never know, it's better to be cautious though," Cynthia muttered, not looking up from her book once.

Jack nodded.

"Do you do this on every ship you're on?"

"Ones that people tell me not to worry about."

Jack chuckled.

But Cynthia knew of course, that the whole saying that the "Titanic was thought to be unsinkable" was in actual fact a myth. The ship itself was never advised as "unsinkable," and only got that name after the sinking. If anything, the Titanic at the time was practically one of the safest ships at the time. It was just a number of bad circumstances that individuals came together and doomed the ship to sinking.

Cynthia kept on walking and Jack kept following behind as she continued to write down their surroundings and their directions until eventually, they made their way to the end.

By then, Cynthia looked back a bit at Jack. Despite there being no boredom or annoyance on his face, Cynthia could tell there was something.

He must be getting bored, Cynthia thought worriedly, He's doing a pretty good job acting like he isn't. Oh, there must be something he'd rather be doing than following me around hallways. Fabrizio and Tommy might be looking for him. Or he could be drawing or something.

Oh, but I don't want to make it awkward or anything. Oh god, that's how I left with Rose. God, please I don't want to do that to anyone, especially them-

"Just one more deck right?" Jack asked as Cynthia turned to him, glancing at her notes once again.

"Yeah I think so," Cynthia muttered. She opened her mouth to say something else, but couldn't think of anything, let alone something that would make Jack leave.

She didn't want him to leave, of course not, and yet the guilt was eating her up on the inside. Her mouth formed a thin line and she smiled before they began to make their way back the way they came. They eventually found their way to the stairs again and made their way down to the last steerage deck; G deck.

The same happened as before, as Cynthia wrote down the directions and anything notable that they passed, on occasion, they would turn some corners and come to dead ends, and they would then make their way into the main hallway. They would always laugh at this of course and eventually after some time they made their way to the end of G deck.

"Well that's about done," Cynthia said, looking at her notes. Jack looked over her shoulder, "You gonna end up memorising them in case we end up needing the lifeboats?"

Cynthia rolled her eyes playfully and smirked at Jack, looking right into his eyes. "Someone has to," Cynthia said playfully as she gently raised her finger at Jack's nose and gently gave it a flick Jack jumped a bit, but smiled all the same.

"Good, god though, we are pretty deep in the ship huh," Cynthia said looking around, "Must get really cold at night huh?"

"Then we should probably get up on deck then."

"Right."

They quickly made their way back the stairs, going deck by deck until they were outside again.

"Oh, it's nice to see the sky again," Cynthia thought as she looked up at the blue sky.

"Oh, that sun is getting bright," Jack said, also looking up a bit.

There was a bit of silence between them. Now what? Cynthia thought, she put one hand into her pocket and felt along the booklet. Ive got to get these written down somewhere, she thought, and looked over to where the steps and gate back to first class were.

"I think it's about lunchtime," Jack said looking around, "You wanna come?"

Cynthia turned around and looked at him, Lunch in third class, she thought, That would be nice, wonder what kind of food they've got.

But she knew better, she couldn't stay and have lunch, she still had her plans, she still had to save and stop this ship from sinking. Ugh, why does this keep happening? Can't I have lunch with anyone?

"Oh... sorry, I've still got some work to do," Cynthia said, scratching the back of her head, "I don't know how long it's gonna take, but it'll be a while."

"Ah I see," Jack said, looking sheepishly down at his shoes, "You're a very busy woman huh?"

"Works really important to me," Cynthia smiled. She knew this was for the best.

"I'll see you then," Jack said warmly.

"Bye Jack."

"Bye, Cynthia."

Jack then turned and walked away, carrying his sketchbook with him. Cynthia watched him leave before she quietly headed in the direction of the First-Class entry. Once she climbed up the steps, she looked around, making sure there were no First-class passengers or crew that would see her reenter. There wasn't.

And so she unlocked the latch and went back on the First class promenade deck, and sighed in relief. Once again she had managed to remain undetected by the crew.

Cynthia turned and looked back down at Third Class and her mind seemed to fixate on Jack, on Fabrizio, Tommy, The blonde girl that Fabrizio had longed at the day before, Cora and her family. None of them had noticed or knew that she was first class and she smiled at the thought. If the ship was sailing in modern times I would probably be in third class with them. It feels like I'm being so... deceitful.

Jack came clearly into her mind, Oh god, what might he think if he knew I was First class? I'm much more like his lot, like him than first class. How would any of them treat me?

But for some reason, the thought of Jack being disappointed or disapproving was the thing that was nagging at her the most, though she had no idea why.

Then, Cynthia shook her head. It won't matter anyway, I've got to get these instructions written down, she thought grasping at the booklet in her pocket. Yes, and everything will be alright.

And so Cynthia turned her heel and made her way away from the end of the promenade deck and in the direction of the reading and writing room. It was finally time to begin enacting her plan to save Third Class.

Author's Note: Hello everyone. Just going to put a disclaimer here which I will add to later in the story about the historical aspect of my story. In the 1997 film, many events, and characters' actions from the people who were on the Titanic in 1912 were very much fictionalised which in this fanfic I will be correcting as these Myths are very annoying. One of them being, which was mentioned by Cynthia in this chapter was that the Titanic was labelled as "unsinkable". THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. The ship was never advertised as being unsinkable and that notion didn't come up until after the sinking. Much like I wrote in the chapter, she was very much one of the safest ships at the time having more lifeboats than was required, and also that it had 16 watertight compartments which went up to either E deck or D deck. Much like how I wrote in this chapter, it was mainly multiple small factors that doomed the ship in the first place. The probable reason as to why people believed the myth of Titanic being labelled as "unsinkable" was due to a statement made by Albert Franklin who said of the ship: "There is no danger that Titanic will sink. The boat is unsinkable and nothing but inconvenience will be suffered by the passengers." I am putting this all here because I find it so annoying that the movie continued to petulant these myths, along with others which I will discuss a bit more in future chapters when I get to them. Sorry if this is very long and very wordy, I don't think many people reading this fanfic were expecting a full-on historical rant. I just needed to get it out before people asked questions. There's a great YouTube channel called Oceanliner Designs that goes into more detail about the Titanic. Anyway, I've already made a good start on the next chapter which will hopefully be out in a few weeks, though I don't know. Anything, this author's note is getting long so I'll end it here. Thanks for reading.