BLAAAAAR! What is that sound? Where the heck am I? I woke up in an alley somewhere. That’s not where I was earlier.

It feels like a few minutes ago, I was arguing about my mom remarrying, even though she made a promise to my dad to “never let go” before I was born. The last thing I remember was ranting to my my best friend Danny and him yelling at me to watch out and then I slipped, hit my head at the end of the dock and fell in.

“Madam, are you alright”, a gentleman asked in a posh English accent. I looked up to take a glimpse of the gentleman, he must be in his 40s, wearing a suit and a top hat and white gloves. I’m guessing this gentleman is of a higher class. As he takes off his top hat, I see that he’s wearing a gold-rimmed monocle, brown mustache with a nice curl at the end, and he has brown hair but gelled down and parted.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” I responded in a hazy state. “Where am I? What’s the date?”

“Well, Miss, you’re at Southampton harbor, 10th of April,” the gentleman answered.

Oh shit, I thought. I’m back in time where my parents met and my dad died.

“I’m on my way to board the Titanic for a business trip to New York. Are you planning to board,” the gentleman asked in an excited tone.

I wasn’t sure until I felt something in the pocket of my tan skirt. When I pulled it out, it’s a golden ticket to board the Titanic and I have free roam of the entire ship, and can stay in whatever class I prefer. My blue eyes got big; I am going to board the Titanic, meet my dad, see my parents’s relationship elope overseas, and possibly save them both during the sinking.

“I don’t normally have interactions with lower class ladies but I am concerned a young lady like you in the alleyway,” the gentleman says.

He gives his hand to me and lifts me up. “My name’s Dr George Bateman, you can call me whatever you feel like it.”

“Ellisa Dawson,” I replied as a shook Dr Bateman’s hand. “You can call me Ellis.”

“Like the island in New York,” Dr. Bateman asked as he pulls out his pocket watch. “Well, look at that! We better get along. She’s going to embark in 15 minutes.”

In that moment, I bolted to the second class section of the ship. On my way, two young men bumped my shoulder, one blonde American and the other Italian. “Oh sorry,” the American shouted. I thought the crew member wouldn’t accept my ticket since it must be rare collection or something. At first, I wanted to go to my stateroom but understanding that this is the only voyage the ship will ever go on, I took advantage of the chance to wave goodbye to strangers at the harbor on one of the upper floors.

As I head to my room, I was just passing through the first class section and wow! So much richness and elegancy in the designs, it’s nothing like back home in 1933 Michigan. You may think that the Dust Bowl has affected me but it’s all down south, but we got lots of migrators passing through. Speaking of passing through, I passed through this one first class stateroom, I heard some bickering about the paintings and Picasso. I peeked in a little, I recognized the dark redhead, that’s my mom, Rose. I’m guessing the dickhead is her arranged fiancé at the time. When mom turned my way, I quickly passed through. I don’t want to meet her yet, but I know during that time, she’s isolated from those who think they know best but don’t. When I get the chance, I’ll introduce myself to her as just a girl, nothing special, and to be her advisor or support. She’s 17 after all, and I’m currently 20.

I’ll update soon…