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Casandra watched him leave before writing down a note about how he walked. Most people would overlook something like that, but a person's walk said a lot about them. She smiled as she added a check beside his name, therefore completing the little list of people- aside from one which she was sure wasn't at the building yet. Cass walked into the house quickly, smiling to Oliver and the other male as she made her trip to her room. She set the journal down just as a wave of nausea hit her. She grabbed her bedpost and clutched her stomach as she heaved. She became awful dizzy, so she climbed over the bedpost, which she found to be smaller than she remembered, and folded her head between her legs. Salt water evaded her nose, and she groaned, feeling her whole body convulse in a coughing fit. And, as soon as it came on, it left her. She felt significantly different though. For one, the feeling of the dress she wore constantly was different. It felt heavier and made of finer silk than she could ever afford. Slowly, she picked her head up and just about screamed when she saw the room around her.

Casandra had to do a double-take to prove to herself everything was real. She recognized the room immediately, of course, as she had spent a large portion of her time studying everything about it, from the bedspreads to the food the ship served. The titanic. She stood up as she looked about the room, her face set in awe and confusion. Her dress was heaver, that was for sure, as it was made of layers of yellow fabric held together by a blue flower. The dress reached down to her ankles, where matching high-heeled yellow shoes held herself up. A small portion of her books, some of the older ones that had been published pre-titanic era, at least, lined the shelves. There was only two, one on language and one mythology.

As she got used to wearing the dress (she had to walk about the cabin for a moment), she thought over her current situation. Am I the only one here? What day is it?. The thoughts kept creeping into her mind, and she decided to see for herself. So, she grabbed a small parasol that matched her outfit and walked from the door, looking around at the lush walls and other cabin doors. The lounge, she thought as she walked around, looking for the others. She began to walk to the lounge, which if her memory of the floorplan served her correctly, would be right up the staircase. Though, she didn't get far, as she quickly saw a face she recognized.

"Issac," she mumbled before turning to the person he was talking to. She recognized her, but had never formally talked to her. "Hello. I'm Casandra. You must be Carrie," she mumbled before looking around. "We all need to get to the lounge. It's not as musty as the smoke room and not as echo-filled as the pool. Get everyone together and figure out how much time we have before.... before... the disaster," Even as she said the words she couldn't believe she was saying them. She didn't normally even talk that much, but it was a desperate time, and it called for even more desperate measures.





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