'Here follows a diary written by James Paul Moody. A man who may now speak confidently of myself as the 6th Officer of the RMS Titanic, master mariner, apartment butler, admirer of The Artic Monkeys, master of the "microwave", ego-waffle-maker, and cat-nanny.

'But above all, a man earnestly seeking answers to the most troubling questions.

''It is the 18th of April. The sun's come up now, though still faintly through the moving glass doors of Miss Amberflaw's balcony, giving me just enough light to write. Judging where daylight sits now, I should say it to be near 5 o'clock in the morning ...Four days since I let this flat with the Miss and her cat.

'Firstly, I write for you, Dear Reader of that bygone era I left behind, in hopes that keeping record of my days here will serve to recover my broken memory. Secondly, as the only sailor in history between 1912 and 2022 who has ever mastered transtemporal voyages (albeit, accidently) perhaps one day this diary will serve as a valuable gift to humankind on the scientific study of time travel...And perhaps, in my natural lifetime, such research will help me return to my own era. Though I am gradually finding my bearings here in the future, I must say, I often ache for home.

'Lastly, for the sake of pulling my wits back together, I write for nobutt the reassurance that I am not...erasable...That my memories are valid, and that I haven't gone completely over the deep.

'Should you of 1912 ever find yourself lost in 2022, as I have, I hope you will find the supernormal evidence I have gathered in this account useful to you.

'I rose early this morning, as has become my habit at sea, while Miss Emily still sleeps soundly very near to me in her sitting room.

We'd gone out together yesterevening to the cinema-what modern people call a "movie" -and it was I who suggested the adventure, as we'd both had gotten the morbs with all this relentless rain.

Though, I fear, yesternight was rather hard on her...and I've tried everything to comfort her, with no luck...

I see clearly in her eyes that something happened to her at the harbor, but she has yet to share anything with me about it.

It was a wonder she'd gotten to sleep at all.

I regret terribly having to wake her again in an hour for her work this morning.

Let alone, my pressing questions.

I myself haven't a heart to sleep with so much needing an answer.

I only wish she'd let me explain how none other like I can truly understand her torment now.

How, like her, so dire is my deterioration of mind, that I can hardly judge which of my memories are real and which are only nightmares. So much of how I came about to Miss Amberflaw's world remains a mystery to me.

'And so, having not slept a wink and abandoning all hope of reprieve since yesternight, I've taken to playing riddles with myself instead.

'Can one truly say they've fallen in love with a complete stranger in a matter of three days?

'If you, Dear Reader, think straight away-That's moonshine, Moody! Absolute driveling rubbish! Who would ever play up such a wildly daft idée fixe?- Then you will find that this writer is entirely in agreement. Even for a man who has skipped an entire century of human existence through the impossibility of time travel, I swear wholeheartedly against such a damfool idea.

'At least...I might've said as much 3 days ago...before I found her world.'

James's pen paused there, glancing up from his conveniently lined note paper at Emily sleeping cozily on the sofa, cuddled up with a warm plushie white throw blanket. The golden brown in her wavy hair made more golden by the rising sunlight warmly shining through the patio sliding door.

And now reassured that his work at the dining room table would not disturb her, James quietly continued writing.

'The truth of it is...I feel that I am fast falling in love with Miss Emily.

'Though I've tried to convince myself that my affections for her are a consequence of her being so like the love I lost, I can't help myself but to feel that I care very deeply for her and that I am happiest when she is close by.

'Even so, the unexpected turn of events last night have only complicated things between us.

'Titanic was not the first of these odd turns, I regret to say.

'And by "Titanic", I mean that moving picture that bears its namesake, and not the White Star ship as I remember it.

'Though I regret not making it back to the cinema with Miss Amberflaw to see our moving picture, my burning curiosity led me on to the internet last night, where, after my fair share of kittlin and sailing videos on what moderns call their "Youtube", I stumbled across Miss Amberflaw's Netflix account, and soon after, found the 1997 moving picture called Titanic.

'To begin, this cinematic "reflection of history", as it boldly called itself, failed to include...me.

'In fact, there was no 6th Officer James Moody to speak of at all in the entire 3 hours and 14 minutes of what can only be described as a tragic adolescent romance.

'Bringing into question once more that strange incident at the Miss's museum, where my portrait has still not turned up.

'As if slowly...I am being erased completely...

'Leaving me to wonder again, after my arrival here to the future, what has it costed me in my past?

'I can not tell what will become of James Moody of 1912, now that I am here in the modern era.

'All I can say for sure is that brief as my life was in that bygone era, it meant something to me. And I can't say that I'm ready to let go of the forgotten role I played in history.

'What's more...I can't help but to think back to that day Miss Emily sat down with me here over our Stouffer's.

'If it is true somehow, and the woman you remember from Titanic ended up here too,' she'd said to me. 'What if she doesn't want to be found?...What if helping her remember that she died in a shipwreck isn't what's best for her?'

'And remembering the look on Miss Emily's face yesterday, when she asked me if I thought she was going mad...All I can think of is those words. If I couldn't bear to ever put Millicent through such distress, why should Emily be any different?

'I can no longer put her through so much grief by remaining here with her, feeling that I am somehow at the heart of her anguish.

'Bringing me still to another question I can no longer ignore.

'Was Miss Emily right that day we breakfasted together here?

'Am I holding us both back from living the best of ourselves, by prolonging my stay with her in 2022?

Would it be better for her, in the end, if I were to resume my pursuit of finding a way back where I belong, without making myself more of a burden on her?

'What going back means for me, I don't know, but it was never meant for me to stay here forever.

'I just hope, one day, she will understand why it's important that I go...and that had it all been different, I would've...

'No...I won't torment myself anymore by fancying that. In my anguish over Millicent, I fear that I have led Emily on cruelly these last 3 days.

'It is still the truth that she and I are nobbut strangers.

'And I must bring myself to accept that she will never be Miss Millicent Crawley, as t he woman I once loved died with me 100 years ago on Titanic.

'Yet...though strangers Emily and I are to each other, I am still even stranger to this world.

'And knowing now that my own world crumbled from underneath me without a reason, I can not rest without an answer. If there is a way to undo this, I must find it. If by some bit of luck, going back is the same way I came in, then I've naught to lose by trying.'