Thursday, April 11, 1912
came far too soon for Mika's taste. She and the Doctor had spent most of the
night going through the TARDIS records of the Titanic sinking for anything that
would give them an idea as to why they had been sent here by the Supreme Council
of Time Lords on Gallifrey. They went through everything from the time the ship
was built to the unbelievably short sea trials, through the survivor accounts,
and the transcripts from both the American and British investigations into the
incident. The entire passenger and crew lists were committed to memory, sorted
by those who survived and those who did not. By five a.m. Mika had fallen asleep
in the floor of the TARDIS control room, surrounded by a nest of books and
computer printouts. When she awoke around eight a.m., the Doctor was gone and
she found that a blanket had been carefully draped over her as she slept.
Quickly, she returned to her stateroom where she showered, then, with Lisette's
help, dressed and set off to look for her fellow Time Lord.
found him in the a la carte restaurant, already well into a large, hearty
breakfast. Seated at the table with him, and apparently engaged in heated
conversation was a slim, dark-haired gentleman with a large, droopy mustache and
piercing black eyes.
Mika!" the Doctor exclaimed when he caught sight of her. "There you
are, lazybones. Do join us." He rose and offered her a seat. Mika smiled at
him in a nasty sort of way and sat down. "I'd like you to meet Mr. J. Bruce
Ismay, managing director of White Star Lines. Mr. Ismay, may I present my niece,
rose from his seat and shook Mika's proffered hand. She braced herself for the
vision she knew would come. It was not very strong this time and she was able to
disguise it with a smile and a slight nod of her head.
over, Mika turned to the waiter hovering nearby to order a light breakfast of
coffee and crepes with creme fraise and fresh strawberries. Then, suddenly, she
realized just what she had seen in Ismay's future. Once the waiter had gone, she
nonchalantly, but loudly, 'accidentally' knocked a spoon off the table onto the
how clumsy of me," she announced. It had the desired effect. When the
Doctor bent down to pick it up, she did also, which gave her the chance to speak
to him somewhat privately.
she whispered excitedly.
saw something, didn't you?" he was quick to deduce. <P"YES,
"But is that not what you usually see? Was it anything unusual? He wasn't
murdered or anything was he?"
Doctor. Don't you get it? I saw his death. Remember the inquests? The testimony
of J. Bruce Ismay is White Star Line's main line of defense. How could I see his
death if he is supposed to survive?"
Time Lord's eyes narrowed in realization. "You're quite right. How stupid
of me." They both sat upright having stayed down long enough. The Doctor
waved the errant spoon. "That's it then," he said to Mika. She knew
what he meant. "I'll have the waiter bring you another one."
you." Mika smiled and placed her napkin in her lap. The two Time Lords
exchanged knowing glances. They now knew what they had to do.
Mr. Ismay, with what stories has my uncle been boring you this morning?"
he had a chance to answer, the Doctor broke in with feigned injury.
dear, you may consider my stories boring, but I assure you that others do not.
Anyway, we were merely discussing the voyage and the remarkable performance of
the Titanic so far."
I was just telling the Doctor here -- by the way," he interrupted himself,
"just what are you a doctor of, may I ask?"
Doctor waved him off with his usual response, avoiding a straight answer
altogether. "Oh, many things, many things."
indeed. Anyway, we were discussing how pleased we are with how things are going
so far. Titanic has surpassed even our wildest expectations." Mr. Ismay was
positively beaming with pride at the thought of his wonderful achievement (even
though he did not really do anything aside from budgetary and administrative
decisions). "As soon as we leave Queenstown we'll take her to full speed
and see what she can really do."
nonchalantly sipped her coffee after having stirred in a drop of cream and four
lumps of sugar under the Doctor's disapproving gaze.
don't you just pour your coffee into the sugar bowl?" he asked her
ignored him and added one more lump, just for good measure.
would be careful if I were you, Mr. Ismay." Discreetly, the doctor kicked
her under the table. She answered with an annoyed glare and an imperceptible nod
that said that she knew what she was doing. "I am only saying," she
continued, "that with a ship of this size, it would be wise to be
conservative with the speed the first time out, at least until the crew becomes
more familiar with the handling and responsiveness of the thing."
Ismay laughed, but instantly went on the defensive, glancing at the Doctor for
support. "I can assure you, Miss Smith, that this crew knows what it's
doing and can handle her very well. Besides, what does a woman know about
running a ship?"
oh, that did it,' thought the Doctor as he braced himself for the flurry of
female outrage that was surely forthcoming.
Mika held her composure beautifully. She preferred to use words and information
with which to nail this man to the wall and not anger. That would probably come
know far more than you would ever suspect, Mr. Ismay, and apparently far more
than your good self. Even a mere woman knows that eight hours is hardly enough
time to test a brand new ship of any size, let alone one of this immensity. I
ask you, is eight hours enough time to test speed, maneuverability, the Marconi
system, or the new electrically operated watertight doors? And what about the
lifeboat drills? I know there has been nothing about them said to any of the
passengers. What if something were to happen? How are the passengers or the
crew, for that matter, supposed to know where to go or what to do? These are the
things that concern me, Mr. Ismay." She cast a glance at the Doctor.
"As a passenger, of course."
course," he returned. The Doctor, having eaten enough, sat back and watched
the entertainment. he actually felt sorry for the man squirming under Mika's
relentless condemnation, having seen her at work before. And, the scary thing
was, she was just getting started.
if something were to come up and the ship had to stop or change course in a
hurry? What kind of response time would she have at full speed? I cannot tell
you, nor can anyone else, for she has only been tested at eighteen knots: and
that took over three minutes and nearly three thousand feet. There's no telling
what it would take at twenty-two or even twenty-five knots as you claim this
ship can do at full speed. And that is all contingent upon the helm responding
within seconds, of which there is no guarantee. These are very important things
to consider, Mr. Ismay, when the lives of 2200 people are in your hands."
was dumbfounded at this woman's apparent knowledge.
seem remarkably well-informed, Miss Smith," he finally managed to stammer.
"But I assure you that this crew and Captain Smith can handle any situation
should the need arise, which I very much doubt ever will. This crew is
hand-picked from the best White Star Lines has in its employ. And as for the
Captain, he is the most revered and experienced officer on the sea today. His
reputation is impeccable and has yet to be marred by trouble of any sort."
beg to differ, sir. I give you in evidence the twentieth of September, 1911.
Captain E. J. Smith was in command of the Titanic's sister ship, the Olympic,
when she was involved in a collision with the Royal Navy ship Hawke. Or, do you
not consider that incident as 'trouble'?"
Smith was cleared of any wrongdoing in that accident by the British Board of
Inquiry. The engineers faulted it to water displacement caused by the enormous
size of the Olympic which pulled the Hawke into its path. Had the Captain and
his crew known about this phenomenon at the time, they would have passed farther
out and avoided it altogether."
rapped the table with her fist and cried out in triumph, which sounded more to
the Doctor as the cry of the hunter going in for the kill, and he was reminded
for a brief moment of his former companion, Leela.
my point, Mr. Ismay. They were unfamiliar with the performance and operation of
a ship that size. And now here we are on an even bigger ship with that same
Captain. But he doesn't seem to have learned anything from the Olympic, for even
yesterday as we were leaving Southampton, the New York broke from her moorings
and nearly suffered the same fate as the Hawke. What say you to that?" Mika
softened her voice and tried to sound less accusatory. "All I am saying,
sir, is that one should err on the side of caution rather than take any
I remind you, madam, that this is the Titanic and not the Olympic. Vast
improvements have been made - are still being made. I have complete confidence
in the Captain and crew of this vessel and in the Titanic herself. This ship is
the finest machine ever built by the hand of man and nothing can or will harm
her. God Himself could not harm this ship."
the Doctor felt it necessary to inject his own bit of wisdom. His voice was low
and full of foreboding.
say things like that, Mr. Ismay. You may invariably live to regret it."
then, Molly Brown and the Astors entered the restaurant. Molly spotted the three
of them and led the others over, her cheerful, boisterous demeanor instantly
dispelling the cloud of conflict which had settled over the area. No one was
more grateful for the distraction than Ismay.
morning, folks." she boomed. "And how is everyone this fine day?"
Molly, J.J., Madeleine. Won't you all join us? There is plenty of room for
everyone." Mika smiled at her friends. "I believe you already know Mr.
all sat down and the six of them enjoyed their breakfast engaged in pleasant,
lighthearted conversation, much to Ismay's relief. But from that moment on, J.
Bruce Ismay would always be on his guard against 'that woman'.
breakfast, the Doctor had arranged to be included in a tour of the ship. He then
set off to locate Mika, who had managed to disappear once breakfast was over.
found her out on the boat deck, leaning against the railing staring down at the
water rushing beneath them. He spoke softly so as not to startle her.
what do you think you were doing to poor Mr. Ismay back there?"
turned to look at the Doctor. "'Poor Mr. Ismay'? Really, Doctor, it was
pretty much because of that man that the Titanic sank and more than 1500 people
lost their lives. Or had you forgotten that bit?" Her anger at having met
the person she felt was mainly to blame for the entire tragedy had yet to
I haven't forgotten. But it wasn't all his fault . . ."
I suppose others were also involved in the decision to reduce the number of
lifeboats, to cut short the sea trials, and to urge the Captain to go against
his better judgment and experience and blast full speed through icy
some extent I suppose you are correct. However, may I remind you that it was the
Captain and the other officers who ignored the ice warnings, and the entire
British Board of Trade that failed to update lifeboat requirements on ocean
turned back to the sea. She hated it when he was right. "Can't you allow me
to direct my anger towards him for just a little while? Besides, he's the one
who escaped in a lifeboat while women and children were left to die."
that makes him a monster?"
my opinion, yes."
your vision of his future. You said you saw him die. How could he have escaped
in a lifeboat if you saw him die?"
I was mistaken . . ."
perhaps, he's not quite the monster history has made him out to be. If our job
is to save his life, you are going to have to change your opinion of him. You
should try to get to know him better, which, of course, has just been made more
difficult by your conduct this morning."
Doctor changed the subject. "What are you doing moping about out here
sighed heavily. "Thinking."
this mission?" He joined her in leaning against the rail.
this mission, about these people and the people back on DS9, about my whole life
in general. What's it all for, Doctor? Why are we here? If we cannot save
everyone, what difference will the life of one man make?"
do not make the rules, Mika." The Doctor chuckled. "I seldom even
stood together for some time in silence, the cool ocean breeze ruffling their
hair and clothing. Mika sighed again. "Do you want to know the truth? I'm
bored. We've only been at sea one whole day and already I'm bored to death. I'm
no good at small talk and socializing. I'm an engineer, a scientist, a soldier;
not a bloody debutante. I feel useless. There's nothing for me to do here."
She turned around and folded her arms, her back now leaning against the railing.
Doctor studied his companion. "Don't do anything. Just relax and enjoy the
voyage. Live for the moment. Soak in the experience."
looked at the little Gallifreyan as if he had just asked her to shove a large
pickle up her nose and sing a few lines of Klingon opera.
don't know how to relax, do you?" he finally realized.
remained silent, confirming his intuition.
shook his head in amazement. "You have been coming and going, running and
fighting for so long that you don't know what to do when someone isn't screaming
for your help." He grinned at her.
stared at him for a moment then laughed guiltily. "I suppose you are right.
I haven't exactly had much free time on my hands lately, what with evil geniuses
threatening to take over the galaxy and everyone else continuously at each
others' throats. So, what do you think I should do?"
Doctor shrugged. "Hang out with Molly. Make new friends. Make new enemies
for all I care. Just try to stay out of trouble. Remember, you are a lady."
He thought carefully before making his next suggestion. "You could find
some nice young fellow and strike up a passionate romance."
laughed out loud and shook her head. "Romance? Me? This isn't the bloody
'Love Boat', Doctor!"
was smiling, but his tone was serious. "Why not? I understand cruise ships
are supposed to be very romantic."
And just whom should I set out to seduce?"
should I know? I'm sure you could have the pick of any one of dozens of eligible
young men on board this ship."
thought about this for a minute. Then her smile faded to be replaced by a dark
cloud of pain.
what happens when this ship finally sinks? Do I just stand around and watch him
die, or do I make sure to pick one that survives? Really, Doctor, sometimes you
have no concept of reality."
Doctor decided to let it go until later. "It was only a suggestion. You
asked for my opinion and I gave it to you." He adjusted his hat and changed
the subject, remembering why he had come looking for her in the first place.
"Anyway, you shouldn't be bored for at least the next couple of hours as I
have arranged for us to go on a tour of the ship. I think you should find it
quite interesting." He offered her his arm, signifying that she was going
whether she wanted to or not.
conceded. "Lead on," she sighed.
in arm the two Time Lords made their way to the Grand Staircase where the small
tour group had been instructed to meet. They joined a group of a dozen or so
VIP's; the most prominent of these being Mr. Guggenheim and his mistress, Mr.
Astor, and Colonel Gracie. It seems the Colonel took every tour offered; he just
couldn't get enough of the lovely ship.
the Doctor's insistence, he and Mika stayed inconspicuously towards the rear of
the group, so as to better make their own observations. However, they did not go
unnoticed by the tour's presenter, Master Shipbuilder Thomas Andrews. He was
actually quite surprised and pleased to see that the charming Miss Smith was
taking an active interest in his creation.
were just beginning to leave when Mr. Ismay, apologizing profusely to all for
being late, joined Mr. Andrews at the head of the tour. As the tour progressed,
Ismay eventually noticed Mika and the Doctor at the back of the group. Mika eyed
him suspiciously as he leaned close and said something to Andrews. She wished
she could hear what was being said, however, she figured she had a pretty good
idea. Mika would have been right about Ismay's comments anyway.
'woman' at the back," he motioned towards Mika with a nod of his head.
"Have you met her yet?"
looked in the direction indicated. "Oh," he raised his eyebrows and
smiled, "do you mean Miss Smith?"
Miss Smith," Ismay spat venomously. "Don't turn your back on her for
an instant. I think she's a spy sent by Cunard to undermine our glorious
success. She's been persecuting me - accusing me and Captain Smith of negligence
in the running of this ship and I won't have it, do you hear me, I won't have
Bruce, you're overreacting again. Take a deep breath and calm yourself. You're
always so paranoid on these maiden voyages."
woman's vicious, I tell you. There's no telling who she'll go after next. Maybe
even you, Thomas."
chuckled openly at his friend and colleague. "Somehow, I don't imagine that
to be such a bad thing, Bruce. Really, I'm sure it is all in your imagination,
as usual. Personally, I found the young lady to be quite charming. But if it
will make you happy, old friend, I'll keep an eye on her. Now, come, let's keep
tour started with the Grand Staircase and proceeded through the kitchens and
some of the other public and not-so-public rooms before moving out on deck
towards the bridge, which was normally off-limits to passengers.
noticed nothing unusual about Mika or her uncle as he conducted his tour with
one eye on the couple. In fact, up till now it was Ismay who was behaving
strangely, watching the pair like a vulture, just waiting for them to do
something suspicious or cause some kind of trouble.
the strange little man seemed to be taking the tour a bit too seriously, darting
about here and there like a bloodhound searching for a scent. But the young lady
merely followed along at the back, trying hard not to look bored, and
occasionally restraining the Doctor when his eager curiosity would overcome him.
She even stifled a yawn or two, Andrews observed. He was a little disappointed
at this, as he had hoped she would be interested in what amounted to his life's
work. Or, perhaps it was just his tour that was boring. Or, maybe she was not
bored at all, but merely failed to get enough sleep the night before. This
thought cheered him slightly and even seemed to be confirmed when, upon
occasion, the young lady would lean close to the Doctor and say something, to
which he would either nod or shake his head, or go into a long demonstrative
explanation of his own. How Andrews wished he could hear what the two
fascinating people were saying.
he could have heard them, Andrews would have indeed been puzzled; especially at
what was being discussed as they toured the engine room.
Doctor, I am sure it is quite fascinating." She found herself having to
shout above the cacophonous roar of the great turbines. "I just cannot
bring myself to get excited about a simple reciprocating engine, no matter its
size. Really," she made a face, "fossil fuels. How utterly
leaned in and said as quietly as possible and still be heard above the din.
"Now look here, you're just being a technological snob. Remember where and
when you are, my dear. This is actually quite advanced for this time
folded her arms and huffed sulkily at being reprimanded in this fashion,
especially on one of her best subjects, engineering. Then the Doctor smiled that
stupidly infuriating impish grin of his and she could not help but smile back.
settled down and listened to Andrews for a while as he shouted above the mighty
engines. He explained the motive processes of the huge liner from the boilers to
the steam turbines which turned the triple screws, all the while keeping watch
on the strange pair, still at the back of the group. Thus he noticed before Mika
when the Doctor slipped from her side and began the curious act of prodding the
steel plates of the bulkhead with the tip of his ever-present umbrella with the
red question-mark handle.
Mika, arms still folded, finally noticed that the Doctor was gone, it was only
because he was psssting and motioning wildly for her to come over to where he
she blew out a loud sigh and reluctantly joined him.
whatever has gotten into you? I can't take you anywhere without your getting
into things," she scolded him like a small, naughty child.
mind that. I'm testing a theory. Go on, examine that bulkhead."
Ismay took a turn at answering a few questions from the other passengers,
Andrews focused his attention on the strange actions of Miss Smith and the
Doctor. He watched, by now completely baffled, as the young woman bent down to
closer examine what to him was a plain, uninteresting section of the steel
halfheartedly examined the area indicated by the Doctor.
made of steel." She had no idea what she was supposed to find.
but what kind of steel?"
stood up straight and confronted the Doctor. "Quit playing games with me,
Doctor. I am not one of your ignorant human companions. I too am a Time Lord
and, I dare say, a sight more knowledgeable about engineering than even you.
Just tell me this great theory of yours and get it over with."
Doctor, however, refused to be put off. "Look closer," was all he
that she would never get anywhere with him until she cooperated, Mika screwed up
her eyes and reexamined the bulkhead. Then she ran an index finger down the
length of the plating and, after sniffing it suspiciously, touched it to her
look on her face turned from one of mild annoyance to that of shocked disbelief.
(How Andrews wished desperately he could hear what they were saying now!)
this steel is molecularly unstable."
I was right. Are you certain?"
course, I am an engineer."
same basic principles apply. Pure steel is neutral, that is, it has no molecular
charge. Improperly refined steel is ionized, or, more specifically, positively
charged. As the steel hull of the ship glides through the ocean, it attracts the
negatively charged particles in the sea water. In other words, the salt from the
ocean is pulled through the microscopically porous steel and ends up saturating
it. That is why when you run your finger down the side of the steel plating you
can taste salt."
just what I was thinking."
that all? You know, I haven't had to pass elementary physics in aeons," she
just wanted to make sure I had my facts straight."
thought for a moment about the collision that was to occur and all the
information they had pored through the night before.
this is true, Doctor, it certainly answers a lot of questions, doesn't it?"
it does. Poor grade steel like this cannot withstand exposure to these icy
waters for any length of time without it affecting the molecular composition
was beginning to see the full picture. "In fact, prolonged exposure to the
near-freezing temperatures of the North Atlantic would render the entire hull
brittle. A collision with anything, no matter how minor, would not bend the
plates as with good steel, but rather shatter them like glass."
Doctor nodded in affirmation.
looked ahead at the other passengers and nearby crew, all oblivious to the
horrible fate that lie ahead. "That would also explain the loud cracking
sound several of the survivors reported hearing as the ship sank."
Titanic scholars suspected this to be the case, but they never had any way of
confirming their theories. Prolonged exposure to the corrosive effects of sea
water rendered any molecular or chemical analysis inconclusive at best."
just shook her head as she numbered all the unfortunate circumstances that
eventually led up to the tragedy they were about to experience. She could not
help but notice how many of them seemed to involve a certain Mr. J. Bruce Ismay.
In regards to the steel used in the building of the ship, it appeared that
someone had been trying to cut corners.
Doctor then noticed that their group had begun to move on.
along, my dear. We don't want to get left behind." Sporting that irritating
self-satisfied grin of his and brandishing his umbrella, the strange little man
led her on towards the exit. Mika followed a few steps behind wondering if the
salt air had affected the Doctor's brain.
stood aside as the couple passed, the last of the group to do so. Miss Smith
took no notice of him save to flash him a distracted smile, as she seemed to be
lost in contemplation of whatever conversation she had exchanged with the
Doctor. He lingered a moment, trying to make sense of the strange pair's
actions. Finally, before following, curiosity got the better of him and he, too,
ran his finger down the bulkhead plating and tasted it. His brow creased in
growing confusion and concern as he recognized the unmistakable briny taste of
the tour had reached its conclusion, lunch was beginning to be served and
everyone in the small group went their separate ways. The Doctor left Mika in
front of the elevators and promised to join her later. No doubt he was off to
test some other theory or bother someone who doubtless had better things to do
than argue with him. She was standing there alone trying to decide what she
should do next when a familiar, booming voice laughed its way around the corner.
Mika, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Molly greeted her
with a huge, friendly smile. "We were just on our way to lunch. Are you
as Molly would not take 'no' for an answer, Mika smiled graciously and joined
her. The two women were seated at a table where Mr. Ismay and Mr. Andrews were
already. They were then introduced to the other three people at the table. These
were Mr. Caledon Hockley, his fiancee Miss Rose Dewitt-Bukater, and her mother
Mrs. Ruth Dewitt-Bukater. Mika's visions revealed that all three of these new
people would survive the sinking, however, the young girl, Rose, would suffer
great hardships in the process.
over, Mr. Andrews rose and offered Mika the seat next to him, while Molly sat
next to Mr. Ismay. Ismay was immediately on his guard against Mika, but Mr.
Andrews was absolutely delighted to see her again: he had many questions he
wanted to ask her.
among this little group quickly turned to the subject of the Titanic herself.
The waiter made his way around the table taking everyone's orders as Mr. Ismay
applauded Mr. Andrews' work, and Mr. Andrews touted Mr. Ismay's genius. Mika was
not really paying attention to them, as she had heard it all before; all morning
long, in fact. Instead, she was watching the play between the three newcomers
and trying to assess their exact situation. It seemed to Mika from her
observations, that Rose was betrothed to Mr. Hockley and that her mother
obviously favoured the match. Rose, however, did not seem too happy about the
whole arrangement. She was a free and wild spirit, and Mika did not blame her as
both Hockley and Mrs. Dewitt-Bukater seemed far too controlling. In fact, they
were downright infuriating as they ganged up against the poor girl. She watched,
her own rebellious spirit rising as first the mother objected to Rose lighting a
cigarette, then Cal plucked the offending item from its holder and put it out.
Then, adding insult to injury in front of their new friends, Cal ordered lunch
for the both of them without even consulting Rose, behaving as if she were not
even there. Or, even worse, a mere child who had to be coddled at every
opportunity. Rose, with every right to do so, resented being treated in this
apparently felt the same, for it was her bold voice that broke Mika's reverie by
butting her nose in where it was certainly not welcome.
gonna cut her meat for her too, there, Cal?" she was asking. Then, having
made her opinion clearly known in this matter, she asked another question to
change the subject and lighten the mood. "And who thought of the name
'Titanic'? Was it you, Bruce?"
either oblivious to this little exchange, or simply choosing to ignore it as
none of his business, grinned broadly. He explained how he had wanted a name
that suggested size, strength, and above all, stability. Thus he chose the name
Rose, who had remained silently fuming all this time, spoke up, her intelligence
and witticism solidifying Mika's opinion of this fascinating, if somewhat
spoiled, young lady. "Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas on the
male preoccupation with size might be of some interest to you."
around the table was varied. Molly nodded in tickled agreement, while Mr.
Andrews tried with some difficulty to stifle a laugh. Cal did not understand the
reference, so remained as stone-faced as ever. So did Mr. Ismay which made the
whole situation all the more humourous. Mika finally gave in trying to quell her
laughter and burst out in a most unladylike fashion. Molly began to giggle too,
and Andrews had to place his hand over his mouth to keep from doing the same.
Ruth leaned over and admonished her daughter. "What's gotten into
you?" she whispered.
although secretly delighted with her little coup, decided that she had had
enough of Cal, her mother, and their disapproving glares. She stood up and left
the room in a huff.
a pistol, Cal. I hope you can handle her," Molly observed and warned.
however, was immovable. "I may have to start minding what she reads from
now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown," he sneered coldly.
Ismay chimed in, still clueless. "Freud, is he a passenger?"
sent Mika, Molly, and Andrews into a fit of laughter which they could no longer
control. Andrews laughed so hard he almost choked to death. Molly pounded him a
few times on the back until he could catch his breath and stop coughing.
on the other hand, had had all he could take of this little joke that he did not
get, and rose and went to look for his fiancee. Ismay leaned forward to his
get hold of yourself, man. I fail to see the humour in any of this. If there has
been some sort of joke told here, I wish you would please explain it to me as I
obviously seem to be the butt of it." He eyed each of them in that
humourless manner of his until one by one their laughter faded. Mika covered her
mouth with her napkin to try to stifle her case of the giggles. But one sideways
glance from Andrews started them anew. He leaned over to Ismay and promised to
explain it to him later. Molly finally managed to quiet Mika by slugging her arm
behind Andrews' back.
Cal and Rose returned. The remainder of the meal was pleasant and uneventful,
after which everyone went their separate ways. Mika hung out with Molly, joining
some other fine ladies in card games until tea time. (Andrews once again missed
his opportunity to question Mika by having to explain the rather delicate
subject of Dr. Sigmund Freud's theories on male psychology to Ismay.) After
playing cards, Mika then went to her cabin to lie down for a nap. She never knew
relaxing could be so exhausting.