Julie Bihn"People are going to die, Mr. Peterson! I'm…I'm going to die…" Tears glisten in your eyes as you come to the awful realisation that two-thirds of the souls on the Titanic must have reached at some point that night.
I come out of the cabin. "Clara, hate me if you like. And there will be ample time to mourn. But I need you to come with me."
