Cynthia kept looking through the notes she had written as she made her way towards the reading room. Yes, it was time to start making copies of these as possible. Once she got there, she quickly found an empty deck placed her notebook and such on it, and began to look around at the bookcases, it took a little bit but she found what she was looking for; translation dictionaries. Yes, yes that was it, she grabbed as many as she could before returning back to her desk.

She grabbed all of the blank pages she could that were nearby and grabbed her pen out again and opened one of the dictionaries. And from then on, she began to write, translating her words and instructions into as many languages as she could find. She kept doing this with every page, changing languages from time to time. Her hand started to get sore from writing, but she pressed on, even when she had run out of paper and had to get some more.

Cynthia was in there, writing for several hours, enough that she missed lunch. But it didn't matter to her, not when everyone's lives on this ship were on the line. Cynthia kept at it for some time, and by the time it reached 3 o'clock her arms were indeed much too sore and felt rather tight, tight enough that it began to sting when she moved it. She gently laid her arm on the desk for a moment and looked at the pile she had made, it was now about a meter tall. Yeah, I think that's enough for today, Cynthia thought. She then grabbed the books and took them back to where she had found them, before taking the papers and her things off the deck and began to head back to her cabin. Her stomach rumbled a bit as she walked, I can always order something at one of the cafes, hopefully. I don't want to be waiting for dinner before I can have something. Once she opens the door to her cabin, she is quick to notice that Lillain is nowhere to be found.

Well that's good, At least I won't need to explain what these papers are for, she thought as she went into her room, where she opened one of the dressing table drawers and put the papers inside, along with her notebook. As she closed the drawers she felt a sharp pain in her fingers She sat down on the bed quickly and she began to massage her fingers a bit. The tension left her fingers a bit before she looked around her bedroom.

She hadn't realised how much of Maybelle's belongings were in this room, or how little she looked at her great-grandmother's belongings, of course besides her diary. Cynthia then got up and looked at the dresser and she opened one of the top drawers. There are a couple of things inside, fragrance bottles, a silver hairbrush as well as some compacts, but that's not where her eyes were drawn.

A baby blue rounded box which took up a fair amount of space sat in the drawer. Cynthia picked it up and it fit perfectly in her hand. The outside of it had carousel horses around it and was very detailed. As she examined it she noticed that one of its sides had a tiny handle. And that's when she quickly realised what it was, or at least what it had to be as she quickly began to turn it.

Cynthia turns it a couple of times and then holds the box flat in her hands, waiting for whatever sound of music to play from inside. A few seconds pass and suddenly music starts to play from inside the box. But just as it plays it seems to crunch against itself, almost muffled in a way as if something is trying to throttle against the music. It goes on like this for a few seconds, and its enough that Cynthia couldn't even try to guess what the song could have been. Cynthia stared at the music box, Is the box broken or something, no Why would Maybelle bring a broken music box to America? Unless she couldn't fix it in Europe or something.

She then lifted the lid, which as it did popped out a blue carousel horse which was beautifully decorated as well as the cause of the muffled music; the entire bottom of the box had been stuffed with paper, some of it was scrunched up whilst others were neatly folded. Cynthia gently took one hand and began to take the papers out as she sat down on the bed again and put the papers beside her until all of them were out of the music box.

Cynthia looked down at the paper next to her, Why was she putting paper in a music box, didn't she want to listen to it? She then looks back to the box and begins to wind it up again, keeping the lid open as she did. Once she was done, the music began to play out from the bo, and as it did the little horse inside began to spin around.

Cynthia looked down at the music box, I wish I knew what the lyrics were. It was clear that it was some kind of song, at least that's what she thought as she listened.

As she did, her mind began to travel, until it was blank. And then it began to play in her mind:

I love the name of Mary, Gentle and sweet nor airy, Tender as e'er a fairy, Just as true, And from my hearts glad singing, And from the hopes there springing, Future days are bringing, And you too Mary.

What the Fuck?

Cynthia jumped away from the bed in a start, looking at the music box. Those definitely weren't her thoughts, No, they're definitely not. Cynthia backed away a bit more, staring at the music box.

It continued to play for a bit longer, its melody echoing around the room until it eventually stopped.

Cynthia stares at the music box for a bit longer, still a bit shaken before her attention turns to the papers.

Why did Maybelle put those in the music box? Cynthia thought as she walked back to the bed and sat down, taking the papers in her hand. They were covered in writings, all of them small.

And then she noticed something, along some of their sides, it looked like they were ripped from somewhere.

Hey, that's kinda like-

Then it began to come to her and she quickly went over to the dresser picked up Maybelle's diary and flipped through the pages that had been ripped. She placed the pages into the book and she saw it, the rippings matched.

Oh my god, they're the missing pages of the diary! Cynthia thought as she looked closely at the torn pages.

She begins to flick through them even more, and something pops up that isn't a diary, it's a photo.

Cynthia brought it closer to her, it was black and white of course with a number of people dressed in fine clothing posing for the photo. There were two that stood out, a man and woman standing closely together, with the woman wearing a white long wedding dress and a veil smiling at the camera. Her husband next to her was smiling too.

Cynthia looks at the back of the photo, which has something of the date written on it.

"Wedding Day, 1910."

Wedding day? Wait… Is this Maybelle's wedding?

Cynthia quickly turned the photo back and looked at the bride. She had dark straight hair in the photo, which was slightly back against the veil. The black and whiteness of the photo did little to tell Cynthia what colour her eyes were, as they came out black and dark. But she had the sort of face her grandmothers had when they were younger, closer to Cynthia's age, closer to Maybelle's age.

She really looks like us, Cynthia thought warmly. But why would she hide this?

It was then that she noticed something odd about the photo She had noticed it at first, but was so preoccupied with Maybelle she had almost forgotten how odd it was.

On the left side of the photo, the people who were standing closer to Maybelle, theres face had been completely blocked off, a red dot covered the people on Maybelle's left with a red spot.. Cynthia felt a bit on the blocked-off spot and Cynthia realised what it is; a stamp press.

A stamp? Cynthia wondered, feeling her finger press gently on the stamp. Why would Maybelle put that on her wedding photo?

She flicks through more of the letters until she stumbles upon something else; a newspaper clipping. It looked like someone had cut a section out as Cynthia looked at the date at the top; November 21st, 1909.

What Cynthia thought as she looked along and was shocked to see Maybelle on the front page, though she looked a bit younger, wearing her hair in a bun and wasn't smiling.

Cynthia looked at the title:

"Aristocrat Maybelle Ellsworth still missing, Police and Search parties are still looking"

Cynthia read further down.

"16-year-old Maybelle Ellsworth was last sighted at Aldermoremarket on Friday afternoon when reportedly her instructor couldn't locate her when it came time for her lessons. Police are still looking into whether this was simply a "lost track of time" or whether she has been abducted. "There has been no ransom note as of yet," said the chief during questioning, "But we are sure that we will find her and bring her home to her family who are indeed very worried. Maybelle's mother and father have made a statement to the press, urging for her return and for anyone to has any information to contact the police or them.

'My daughter is very important to me, as it is to any parent. And I would hope that whoever it is that took my daughter if that is what indeed happened to my daughter. Please release her, please bring her home to us. I explore all if anyone has any information of the whereabouts or if any information that may lead to her recovery back to us to please come forward to the police," said Mrs Ellsworth. "My child is as important to me as God is our saviour, I would hope that if whoever took my daughter, if they did they would turn themselves in and return our daughter to us, it's imperative that no harm comes to her," continued Mr Ellsworth, "It would be better for the people that this comes along quickly and our daughter is returned to us. Thank you. There have been many unconfirmed sightings of the Ellsworth's missing daughter, with some eyewitnesses saying that they believed to have spotted her heading up north. It's still unclear exactly what led to the events. A young woman is missing and two parents tonight are without their child. We will report more as this story progresses."

What? Was the first thought that came to Cynthia's mind, Maybelle went missing? How come no one ever mentioned that before?

Because things should remain missing.

Cynthia jumped away, that was definitely not her thoughts.Why does this keep happening? Cynthia thought, how many times has this happened already?

Oh my god, please just stop just stop thinking please.

Then she remembered how little her grandmothers had talked about Maybelle, they knew nothing of Maybelle or her life before the Titanic. They only knew that she was married before and that he had died. That was it, nothing else.

Ugh, why does she have to be so mysterious?

Cynthia however could feel that something that wasn't her own thoughts was going to respond and with that, she quickly stuffed the letters, newspaper clipping and photo back into the music box and put it back in the drawer again.

Then she looked down at what she was wearing. I need to change, She thought and quickly went over to the wardrobe and began to go through what she could wear. She rummaged a bit more before she found something; A dark blue dress with an attached white blouse.

She quickly got changed, and as she did she put her hair up once again in a bun, securing it in place with a large silver hair comb before she headed off once again, back onto the promenade deck. There were barely that many people around at this time, at least from what Cynthia could tell. As she walked along, she saw one of the lounges and took a seat on one of them, resting her arms a bit as she looked out at the ocean. The sky was starting to change colour a bit and Cynthia's mind wandered a bit, close to Rose.

I wonder what Rose is doing right now? She wondered, and then she realised something.

Oh, that's right, I haven't seen Rose at all today. God, how did I let that happen, I should have tried talking to her before I went into third class, I left things so awkwardly with her last night. Ugh, and it's probably too late to see if I can join her for dinner or even invite her to dinner with me. Though, I'm not sure I can handle another of Cal and Ruth's grilling questions.

She sat there for a bit longer, her tummy starting to rumble and she remembered how very hungry she was.

Oh, it's still probably too early for dinner huh? She thought looking around, the cafe should still be open, I can get a nibbly there. Cynthia then quickly hopped off the lounge and headed towards the Cafe Veranda. There were a couple of groups of people sitting at the tables, having drinks and chatting with each other as Cynthia was guided to her table by a steward, where she was soon brought a cup of tea and left alone once again.

Her mind once again begins to move towards her next plan for stopping the sinking.

What else do I need to do? There's still the problem with the gates, I mean my notes will be completely useless if they can't even get up and out to the boats. I've got to stop them from locking them up or something, maybe steal the keys from them? Yes, that's perfect, they won't be able to lock them in if they don't have them. Ok, just need to figure out when I'm going to do that and then I have to figure out how I'm going to distribute my notes in Third class.

I mean I could try sneaking down in the early morning and pushing it under the door, oh but they might just throw them away or not understand them. Maybe I could pretend to be a stewardess and I'm supposed to give it to them early on. Ugh, but how would I explain that to Jack, I told him those notes were for me.

She takes another sip from her tea in contemplation, I need to think about this a bit more, She thought.

And then.

"Cynthia?"

Cynthia turned her head, where she saw Pearl, who seemed to have just come into the cafe.

"Oh, Pearl hi," Cynthia said warmly.

"Hi, I haven't seen you since Wednesday. How are you?" Pearl, then goes and sits down in the seat across from Cynthia.

"Yeah I've been fine, how are you?"

"Yeah, I've been fine, This morning and Christopher had separate massages at the Turkish baths."

"I'm sorry, Whose Christopher?"

"My husband."

"Oh yeah."

"It was a very relaxing morning, how about you?"

"Well went round for a walk along the promenade deck, had some good company while I'm at it."

"Oh really? With whom?"

"Oh, this guy, boy, man I met the other day on deck," Cynthia stumbled over her words, Guy? No one used guy in 1912

"Oh really?" Pearl said, and she had this unusual smile across her face.

"Yeah, He's really nice and he's a really good artist," Cynthia said smiling thinking about that morning with him, "He's been to the same places that I've been to, he's a really great guy- man. Like he really gets me, you know

"Sound like a gentleman," Pearl said, leaning in a bit, still having that same smile.

"Yeah he's really-" Cynthia then actually looked at Pearl, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Well, you seem very taken with him," Pearl smirked and Cynthia immediately clicked what she was saying.

"Oh, no, it's not like that, you know," Cynthia said quickly.

"It sounds like that from what you've said, so, what you're waiting for things to get serious or something."

"No, no no, nothing like that!" Cynthia said, shaking her head, her cheeks bright red.

"Alright, alright. So is he going to be having dinner with you?"

"No, he had other plans," Cynthia said, calming down a bit, which wasn't a complete lie, He's probably hanging with Fabrizio and Tommy… In Third Class.

"Oh, so you don't have any plans for dinner tonight then?"

"No."

"Well that's great, you can have dinner with us if you want," Pearl said warmly, "That's if you want to of course."

"Yeah it's fine," Cynthia shrugged.

"Perfect, I'm pretty it will be most of who we had on the first night at our table," Pearl said thoughtfully.

Cynthia nodded a bit as she eventually finished her tea and she and Pearl chatted a bit more on the previous night before eventually the two of them got up together and decided to go for a walk on the promenade.

"So you had basically the same people with you at dinner that we had the other night then?" Pearl asked.

"Yeah, I mean John Jacob Astor and his wife Madeline were sitting with us as well," Cynthia answered.

"Really? They must have had a lot to talk about then?"

"Yeah, a bit…" Cynthia wanted to say something else about dinner but wasn't so sure yet.

Eventually, after a couple of along the promenade, the horn for dinner soon came bellowing out and around first class.

"Goodness, I'm still not used to hearing that noise," Pearl said once the horn stopped.

"Yeah, I guess we better get ready for dinner then."

"Yep, we'll meet you at the staircase."

"Great, see you there."

Cynthia then began to run a bit back inside the ship and towards her cabin where Lillian was waiting for her to help get ready.

Lillian helped Cynthia out of her blue dress and changed into a rose silk dress with gold lace and a short train on the back which barely touched the ground. Cynthia also put on a golden necklace which had pearls and amethysts along it and with Lillain's help, Cynthia secured a gold hair comb with amethysts to the back of her hair and put it up into a crown braid.

Cynthia stared at herself in the mirror for a minute longer, she had been on this ship for 2 days and it still felt wild to her how she looked, dressed so elegantly with that much jewellery on. She had never really worn too many dresses back at home in her own time, at least not that she could remember any time recently she had worn one.

I should try wearing them more, she thought, Not like flowy dresses like these but... Her thoughts trailed off for a bit. She then put on some white gloves and headed out the door.

With a quick goodbye to Lillian, Cynthia made her way out of the cabin towards the grand staircase once again.

There was much like the previous night people already talking and chatting amongst each other as Cynthi stood at the top of the stairs. Cynthia looked around for a bit, and while she knew she should be looking for Pearl and the others, her mind went to Rose.

Maybe I can talk to her a bit before dinner, she thought as her eyes cascaded around the room, but there was no sign of Rose.

Cynthia sighed as her eyes soon spotted Pearl who seemed to be chatting with Marie. Her eyes sort of lit up as she made her way down the staircase, this time though she barely needed the railing as the two of them turned and saw her.

"You made it on time," Pearl said, as she kissed Cynthia's cheek, which still of course made her jumpy a bit, but kissed hers as well.

"Didn't know there was a specific meetup time."

Pearl chuckled a bit.

"Have you been?" Asked Marie whom Cynthia shook hands.

"Been busy, nothing new though."

Marie smiled at her.

"So where's Naomi?" Cynthia asked, looking around.

"I think she went ahead from what I've heard. We'd better go and join them."

Cynthia nodded as Pearl led the way.

As the 3 of them descended down towards the dining saloon, Cynthia couldn't help but look around a bit, her eyes scanning the tables for any sign of Rose or anyone that would be on her table. But there was still nothing.

Pearl led the way through the dining saloon and Cynthia still kept looking out for Rose until eventually they made it to their table.

It seemed there was very much of the same people that were there the first night

When the food started to come in, Cynthia dug in quickly, and ate as much as she could, grabbing large spoonfuls as she did. She didn't care how it may have looked to those sitting at the table with her, and for a little bit, she forgot that she was supposed to be first-class aristocrat Maybelle Cornell.

More and more chatter came around the table, laughing a bit and telling stories to each other, and yet Cynthia didn't pay much mind to them. Instead, she kept glancing around at the tables and watching people leave, Maybe one of them is Rose, She thought once in a while. It was enough that she didn't really talk much as dinner went on.

At one point though, Pearl asked her something.

"When do you reckon we're gonna get into New York?"

"Huh?"

"Sorry, everyone seems to be having their own predictions on when we're going to arrive. The crew have said we should get in by next Wednesday but people have been guessing it might be earlier."

"Yeah, I think I heard something like that, well. I don't know. I guess I'd like to think we get there on time."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean they know the ship better than anyone, why do they even have one of the ship's designers on board who probably knows more about this ship than anyone? And if he says that's when we'll arrive we gotta trust the man then. Though from what I hear we might be a bit late."

"Late? How come?"

"Heard from somewhere that a bunch of ships have been forced to stop because of an icefield."

"An icefield?"

"Yeah, I think the captain and the crew have heard about it," Cynthia said, looking away for a bit. She knew she was right, there were multiple ice warnings from other ships in the days leading up to the sinking.

"But surely it won't affect us too bad," Pearl said, trying to sound sure of herself.

"Maybe, It will be difficult to traverse at night if the ship does end up in that icefield," Cynthia said thoughtfully, "But we should hopefully be fine, the ship will just have to be careful once we get into the icefield."

"You sure know a lot about ships Cynthia," Pearl said breathlessly.

Cynthia almost wanted to say "Of course I do, I was obsessed with this ship when I was a kid." But instead, she just said: "It's good to know about what's going on a ship when you're on it."

"Yes, that is good advice."

The two of them took a sip of their champagne and the chatter around them continued on.

Cynthia looked around once again at the other tables, looking once again for any sign of Rose, and still nothing, she couldn't even see Ruth or Cal at any of the tables. They must be further along, Cynthia thought.

"Is something wrong?" Pearl asked gently in a hushed voice.

"No, it's just... I haven't seen Rose at all today..."

"Rose? Was she who you were talking at dinner with on the first night?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen her all day and I'd thought for sure I would have seen her here at dinner."

"Maybe she's at the other restaurant, or on one of the faraway tables."

"Yeah maybe, I don't know, I feel like I left things a bit awkward with her."

"Ah, really?"

"Yeah, dinner last night was a bit... Umm.."

Cynthia trailed off a bit, thinking what was a polite way of saying Ruth and Cal were stuck-up frigid pricks and quickly realised there may not be a polite word for that.

"Interesting company," Was the word Cynthia settled on, "Not Rose though, she's the complete opposite. She's really opinionated and really expressive of what she wants and she's so full of energy to the stuff she likes."

"You really seem to like her huh?" Pearl said, with not much intent with her words. But Cynthia without really thinking about where she was, or what time period she was in quickly blurted out, her face red, "Not like that!"

Pearl looked at her a bit confused and Cynthia quickly realised what Pearl had just asked her, and her own response. Oh my god, why did I say that? It wasn't even related to

"Oh sorry, I meant as in, of course, I care about her, who wouldn't?"

"I see. So, who exactly was this "interesting company then?" Pearl asked and Cynthia quickly recollected herself and what she was saying.

"Oh yeah right, her mother and her fiance, Cal."

"Cal, that sounds familiar. He wouldn't happen to be Hockley or anything."

"Yep, that's what I heard."

"Caledon Hockley, that's right, He's the Tycoon for Hockley Steel, Never would have thought the Hockleys would be on the ship with us."

"Well, I haven't seen anything from him that's given me much hope for him."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant with interesting company, He and Rose's mother were a tough crowd to deal with."

"I see."

"Yeah, that's why I'm worried, I was so busy today I didn't even see Rose once. I don't know, I feel like I left it bad with her or something."

"I'm sure she's having dinner just like the rest of us, somewhere in this room. And she's probably not mad at you or anything," Pearl said gently, "If you're anything to go off by, there's no way she would be mad at you."

"You think so?" Cynthia asked genuinely.

"Absolutely, I'm sure you'll figure each other out."

Cynthia didn't say anything, and just nodded as Pearl gently patted her hand which was on the table, "And you talk to us all about when you do."

Cynthia smiled at this, and for a moment, she thought back a bit on when she had met Pearl, Marie and Naomi on the first day. She remembered the uncertainty she felt when they first approached her table, and for a little bit how they reminded her of Rachel, Betham and Natalie back in 2008.

Why did I think that? Was the only thought that came into her mind.

Dinner went along for a bit longer until it was time for the men to leave and when they did, Cynthia got up also.

"I think I might head off to bed for the night."

"Really this early?" Pearl asked.

"Yeah, A little bit, I think I need some rest for tonight."

"Alright then, have a goodnight, Cynthia."

"You too Pearl."

She said goodbye to the others before she moved away from the table and left.

As Cynthia left the dining room saloon, she knew she should go back to her cabin, and she was heading that way when she thought more about what Pearl had said, about Rose. Ugh, I should try and talk to her or something. I left things so coldly with her, I was just so tired of her mother and Cal. Ugh, I really got to go see her. And with that, Cynthia began to make for the direction of Rose's cabin, and once there her heart started to pound in and out of her chest for a bit.

What if she's not in there? What if Ruth's in there? Oh forgot Ruth, she's not what's important right now.

And with that, Cynthia took a few steps to the door and knocked a few times. And then she waited, a few seconds went by, and that soon turned into minutes.

Perhaps I should say something?

"Rose? You in there?" Cynthia called gently.

No reply.

Maybe she's gone for a walk or something. I know I would if I had to deal with Cal and Ruth on a daily basis.

Cynthia looked around the hallway for a bit before she made her way up the stairs and up to the boat deck. The sky was pitch black, with thousands and thousands of stars dotted along the sky. Cynthia also felt her breath taken away for a bit as she looked at them, followed by the sharp cold that came over her, immediately making her shiver.

Jesus it's cold, Cynthia thought, rubbing her arms as she walked along the deck, towards the bow of the ship.

She's gotta be around here somewhere, she thought, looking around. There was practically no one in sight, as Cynthia looked over at the bow section and looked up and saw the crow's nest. Even from where she was standing, she could see there were two people in the crow's nest.

Cynthia for a moment wished she had her camera with her, but she knew even if she did, the photo she would have taken would look completely pitch black and no one would be able to tell what it was she had just photographed.

Maybe I'll take a photo of it in the morning, she thought and she continued on with her search and went back along the boat decks again, the cold was getting much harder to handle. I should have brought a coat or something, ugh where could she be? Maybe I should check the reading room, yeah, I'll go check there.

Cynthen then went back into the inside of the ship, passing the entrance to the grand staircase before making her way inside the reading and writing room.

There were still some lights on inside, but there didn't seem to be anyone inside, even as she walked around inside, there was nobody in there. No one ready, no one writing, not even someone sitting down. Cynthia sighed a bit. Maybe she did go to bed and was just sleeping, Cynthia thought, looking out through the windows to the night sky. She leaned in a bit against the door, thinking for a moment and let out a yawn.

I still have to figure out how I'm gonna distribute my notes, she thought and then turned and headed out of the room. She sluggishly made her way back to her cabin and once inside she threw her shoes and gloves off went into her bedroom and sat herself down at the dressing table, taking off her necklace and drop earrings and putting on some pearl studs.

Cynthia stared at her reflection for a bit as she pulled out her hair from its bun, as she suddenly looked at the drawers and she suddenly remembered. Shoot, I forgot to write about last night, and quickly Cynthia took out her letters from the drawer, grabbed her pen which was nearby and began to write: "Dear Mum, I'm currently writing this realising I didn't tell you about My dinner with Rose, She was maybe perhaps the one and only good thing about dinner, besides the food that is. No, it seems that if she's an angel-sent then her mother must be devil-sent, they are two very completely different people that I'd never would have thought them to be related to besides their red hair or their last name. She never seemed to like any of the answers I gave to her about Great Grandma Maybelle, or you and Dad. She's a really bitchy, wait you're gonna read this again, sorry. I mean she's terrible. And then there's Cal. He's some guy, I don't know, he definitely didn't like that I travelled or that I don't have a husband, He's also just really weird with Rose, like when she was putting food on her plate he would just take it off and suggest something else. Like who does that? In front of people. Better yet why was he doing that at all, thank god I gave her some of my food, that definitely pissed both of them off. Lol

Anyways they managed to bring up Rachel and that, and I felt completely shitty afterwards. I feel like I left it off with Rose wrong, like I don't know I just felt like I hurt her a bit last night with how I acted when I left. I was so stuck thinking about Rachel and those I feel I should have said something else.

I can't believe I let those girls still into my head when I'm 96 years away from them, I mean how does that still happen?

Yeah, so then the next morning I went and saw Jack again. Have I said how great he is? Like he's really good at his drawings. He's really good with his words, you know what I mean? Like there are definitely no guys like that in 2008 huh? Like he really gets what I'm saying like he's listening to what I say. I don't know if that makes any sense to you Mum, I don't think there were many people back home who talked to me like the way he did.

Anyways, I also ran into this nice family before I saw Jack. They have a little girl who I think is about 6 or 7, and she has this porcelain doll. Her names Cora and she actually called me Aunty Cynthia. Isn't that so sweet, I don't think any kids called me that. It's so cute.

Oh yeah, so when I was looking with Jack and his drawings, his sketchbook flew out his hand and some of his drawings came out so we had to run to get them.. I think if I hadn't stopped myself in time I would have thrown myself overboard trying to grab his drawings. Probably wouldn't be that funny at the time, but I did make a bit of a fool of myself. The drawing ripped a bit, but I managed to salvage it a bit somehow, did some drawing of my own. I think it came out great.

I didn't have dinner with Rose tonight, I didn't even see her at all today and I can't believe I somehow let that happen. I was so busy with Jack and working on the sinking plan I didn't even get to see her, I didn't even see her at dinner. I had dinner with Pearl and the others I was with on the first night. It was fine, I feel like I misjudged those 3, like I felt like I was seeing the same things with Rachel and that, I guess I let it make me judge them. But they're not like them, I think I know that now. I feel really bad though for judging them like that. Maybe it was some kind of rebound but there nice people. I just think they don't see things like I do.

I got a bit worried about Rose mu, I don't know why I did, maybe because I didn't see her at dinner, or at all that day, but I just went looking for her around the ship I couldn't find her. I don't know Mum, I just feel like I let her down or something. I never felt like that around Rachel and the others, then again I don't know if I know anything about relationships after how Rachel and that talked about me. Maybe I'll see her tomorrow or something if she wants to of course. This sounds like a really downer of a letter huh? Sorry about that Mum, I guess I'm being- Nevermind.

So I managed to finish making my direction on all of the Third class decks finally, and I've managed to simplify them and make loads of copies of them in different languages. At least I hope they came out good or that people can understand what I wrote, translating isn't my strong suit.

Ive gotta still figure out how I'm going to distribute them to Third Class, especially to Jack, Fabrizio and Tommy, there'd wonder why I'm giving it to them and the rest of steerage.

And that's not the only thing, there's also the gates that are a problem. If they're being held up by gates then theres no way for them to even use my directions to get up to the boats.

Which means Mum that this might at well be my confession to the crime I will have to commit which is stealing the keys to the gate. It's the only way to stop them from locking steerage passengers. At least then they'll all have a chance to live. At least they might be able to get to the lifeboats early.

But that's all that Ive figured out so far, I'm still thinking of something to actually stop the sinking. But I don't know yet. It's gotta be something on the 14th. Only then will I have my best chance of stopping the sinking?

And while we're on that subject.

I found some letters and papers that belonged to Grannie Maybelle, some of them were the ones that were ripped out of her diary. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I found her diary, and it has a bunch of sentences and stuff blacked out. I even managed to find her wedding photo of Eugine, you know the guy she was with before great grandpa. Except the weird part of it is that she's blocked off the faces from her side of the family and I found an article about her going missing 3 years ago. Maybelle seems to have a lot of secrets with her, and yet here she is carrying them with her to New York. Or maybe both of us are in this sense. I don't know, But perhaps I will find out soon enough.

It's getting a bit late though, so I should probably head to bed and I'll talk to you about it later.

Love you Mum and Dad, Cynthia.

Cynthia looked at the letter before putting it in the drawer and closing it shut. She sighed to herself before she got up and started to pull her dress from off her, this time it felt much easier to do, thank god, as she pulled her nightgown over her. Cynthia then turned off the lights in her room and then made her way into bed.

Her mind once again went back to Rose as it had done many times that night, I hope she's ok, Cynthia thought. She hoped that Rose was indeed in bed when she knocked on her cabin door and was just sleeping, but something about that didn't seem to reign true for Cynthia as she tried to sleep. She had checked everywhere, hadn't she? That was what she thought as she fell asleep.

But there was one place that Cynthia hadn't checked, the stern of the ship, she was so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she never even considered checking there. And why would she? Why would Rose go to the stern for?

But yet that was where Rose was during Cynthia's search, standing over the railing, waiting to jump.

But in the end, it would all be fine, even if Cynthia had or had not gone to the stern, because there was someone there who would help Rose.

It was now 2 days until the sinking.