"We all need to get to the lounge." In what Isaac remembered from his brief study of the Titanic, it was somewhere nearby. "Get everyone together and figure out how much time we have before..."
No need to finish that sentence. He grimaced. "How can we be sure everyone's here? We don't even know what happened, there's no saying that all five of us... maybe six, who knows if that extra has showed up yet... are on this boat. All we know for sure is that there's the three of us." He shook his head. He really needed to get to the band. He needed to do something to calm himself, and he was not sure there was even time for that.
"Why doesn't one of us ask a steward or someone what day it is? And the time, preferably. It'd be nice to know the time. At that, though, I may be trying to find my way towards the band..." He let his sentence trail off. Isaac was not sure if the other two even cared about what he did, let alone did he want to know what day it is.
All I want is to go home. Is that so much to ask for? A house that, for all I know, sends people back in time to their deaths? I'm not sure I'll even make it out... I wonder, if I won't, that I can at least send my violin off. Someone needs to appreciate this more than the bottom of the ocean would.