"Oh, yes, come Peter! It'll be fun!" Katherine Morrison said. "It will be such a grand ship. You can't miss it!"

Peter, an old family friend of the Morrison's, shook his head.

"Yes, come," John, Peter's best friend and Katherine's brother, said. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

"I was never much for sailing," Peter said.

"But it won't be like being on a boat at all! It will be grander than staying in a mansion!"

"The ship is deemed 'unsinkable' as well," John added.

Peter smiled. "Well, I suppose. It does seem splendid."

Katherine smiled. "This is going to be a dream come true! We're voyaging on the Titanic!"

Katherine couldn't believe how enormous the ship was. In all her nineteen years of living, all the mansions she had been to couldn't amount to this. If she had been a child, she would've gaped with her mouth wide open. But, of course, she was a lady. Such behavior would never do on a ship such as the Titanic.

"Come along, little sister," John called. "Don't stare as if you were a child!"

Katherine blushed a little and followed John and Peter onto the ship.

Soon, they were settled in their first-class cabins. Katherine and John had their own room, and Peter had his own just down a few doors. Katherine and John each had a bedroom and a wardrobe room.

They then came out to eat dinner in the lavish dining room on board. Katherine was wearing a beautiful gown she had bought for the trip. It was yellow and had pink roses on it. She had a fur wrap and a purse with pearls on it. Her long brown hair in a fancy bun underneath a matching hat. She was wearing a diamond necklace and bracelet that had been her mother's.

"You look beautiful, Miss Katherine," Peter said, offering his arm to her.

"Why, thank you, Sir Peter," she replied taking his arm. The three of them walked to the dining room, admiring the beautiful details of the Titanic.

The huge dining hall was as extravagant as their nine-course meal.

"Goodness, I didn't know I could eat this much food at one time!" Katherine exclaimed when the meal was over.

"That was possibly the best dinner I've ever had," John said, leaning back and placing his hand on this full stomach.

"And the largest," Peter replied laughing. "And look! We still have another course! And it's desert."

"Of course you would notice that," John said. "Do you remember when we were little and my mother made plum pudding one Christmas?"

Peter started laughing. "Don't tell that story again, please!"

"Oh, I want to hear this once more!" Katherine said as the waiter served them ice cream. The three shared their favorite stories about one another until their final course was eaten.

The rest of their night was very enjoyable and filled with luxury. The next three days were splendid, too, and even most of the fourth. And I think we all know what happens on that fourth day of April 14, 1912.

The day had been perfectly enjoyable for the three friends. Now it was rather late at night, and Katherine was on the veranda of her cabin. The cold air bit her nose, and she wrapped her lace shawl tighter around her body. She loved looking at all the stars above her. You couldn't see that many from any place on land that she had been.

"It is very beautiful," a voice said behind her, making her jump.

"Peter! you startled me!" Katherine said, smiling.

"My apologies."

They stood silently next to each other, looking out over the vast ocean.

"Where is John?" Katherine asked, breaking the silence.

"The Smoking room, I presume. That must be his favorite room on the whole ship," he replied.

"Yes, John has always loved his fine drinks. Why aren't you with him?"

"After being there every night, one desires a change of scenery. And, to be-"

Peter was cut off by a sudden jolt from the ship.

"What was that?" Katherine asked.

"I haven't the faintest idea. I'm sure it was nothing."

A few minutes later, they were given a message to board the lifeboats.

"Surely that can't be true!" Peter said. "The ship can't sink!"

They sat in the sitting room pf the cabin, merely chatting.

"I'm feeling rather tired. I think I'll retire to my bed," Katherine said.

Peter bade her good night and waited for John to come back to they could discuss what had happened.

Then, Peter realized that the ship was at a tile. That can't be right, he thought. He opened the door to the cabin and saw that water was rising the the hallway. He rushed back into the cabin to awaken Katherine.

"Katherine, wake up! quickly!" he exclaimed.

"What is it, Peter? Katherine said, sitting up.

"The ship is gaining water!"

Katherine got out of bed quickly. She put on her bed robe and was about to go get her shoes, but Peter stopped her.

"There isn't time! We must go now!" Peter led her out of her bedroom.

The tilt of the boat was becoming more steep. Furniture was sliding around the room.

"Wait! My mother's jewels!" Katherine exclaimed, trying to go back.

"We can't get them now! We must go!"

Just then, the lights flickered out. Katherine let out a scream.

"Don't worry, don't panic! Stay calm," Peter said, trying to make his was to the door. Cold water was seeping in, chilling Katherine's bare feet.

When Peter finally reached the door, he found it to be stuck.

"No!" he cried out.

"We're going to die," Katherine said almost inaudibly.

He thrust himself against it, trying to break it down.

"We are going to die!" Katherine wailed. "I don't want to die!"

She could only hope that John had managed to escape.

"I am not going to let you die!" Peter said, throwing himself against the door as hard as he could. But the well-made door wouldn't prevail. Again he tried, but Katherine finally laid a hand on his arm.

"It's no use," she said softly, with tears in her eyes, "Just stop."

Peter turned to face her, sweating despite the icy water that was up to their knees and rising. He saw her shivering and he took her in his arms. Katherine just let him hold her as the water went up to their waists.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault," he said gently.

"But I made you come. If you hadn't come then-"

Peter tilted her head up to look at his.

"It was worth every extra minute I got to spend with you."

They looked into each other's eyes, knowing they would be the last things they would see. Then, they kissed. They just stood there, kissing in the icy waters, thinking, knowing, that it would be the last think they would ever feel.

And it was.