A Twist of Time

 by Charles Ray Owens 

 Copy Right 2022 

 Chapter 1 

The streets of London were quiet as a church mouse on this early Sunday morning. Luke Emerson had already consumed his morning cup of coffee and had stepped out on the sidewalk of Belgrave Street pulling his two suitcases to the tube station. It had been almost 30 years since Luke had traveled alone. Mary, his wife, had been his constant friend and travel companion on their many trips. Mary had lost her courageous fight with cancer and Luke could not, until now, take it on himself to travel alone. However, this trip had all but proven to Luke that the world continued to spin, even without Mary by his side. But it was a struggle. 

As Luke entered the Pimlico Tube station, he was greeted with gentle snoring from the gentleman on the floor covered with a large and somewhat tattered winter coat. He had been in this same spot each of the last 3 mornings. The weather in London in October was chilly. This fellow could be understood as to why he needed a coat designed for Antarctica. The coat came in handy for warmth and padding against the cold concrete floor. What was more puzzling for Luke was why so many Londoners wore Parkas and fur coats in the 60-degree weather.  

The trip from Pimlico to Vauxhall Railway station was uneventful. Luke managed to get his bags from the platform, across the gap that he was constantly being admonished to mind, and onto the tube train. Two stops later the tube stopped at Vauxhall and the train to South Hampton was easy to locate and He got on the train. The 2-hour train trip to South Hampton was cheery enough in the beginning but portends of rain and storm began to appear on the horizons. 

 Luke had chosen to fly to England for a week and then catch a Royal Caribbean cruise back to the USA. He had been on many cruises before from China, European river cruises, Mediterranean Sea, Alaskan Cruises, and the Bahamas. This was Luke’s first Trans- Ocean cruise. A couple of times a year the Cruise lines moved their ships from one side of the world to the other. Winter is not the best time to cruise the coast lines of norther Europe. It is a good time for people to cruise the Caribbean waters and the warm but not scalding temperatures that are typically found int the waters south of Florida. Consequentially, that was why the cruise line repositioned their ship to allow more trips in the right part of the world to coincide with when people wanted to take trips. 

 After Luke had enjoyed the villages and farms with the sheep and cows grazing passing rather too quickly out the window, the train arrived in Southampton. He had no difficulty locating the direction he would need to travel to get to the cruise ship. The Anthem of the Seas was the massive structure that rose some 16 stories above the port dock and was several football fields in length from stem to stern. Luke reminded himself to corner one of the bridge crew and ask them why a stiff crosswind did not cause the apparently very top-heavy ships he ship to topple over? He was confident that the designers of this ship had considered that very question but. he still wanted to hear someone in authority explain this. 

 Luke asked one of the uniformed people standing around at the train station how far it was to walk to the cruise terminal. 

 The attended said: “You can get a taxi just through the Exit that will drive you there.” 

 Luke said, trying to keep the snarkiness out of his voice: “Good answer but it seems to fit a question I did not ask. If a person wanted to walk there about how long would it take? 

 “Well, that entirely depends on how fast you walk” 

 Luke was ready for this: “I will be walking 3.0 miles per hour”. He felt sure that he could do the math all by himself if he could just get the attendant to answer the question about the distance. 

 The attend’s fake smile disintegrated into a not quiet snarl and she said: “in that case it will take you about 15 minutes to get to the ship, but only if you do not stop at any street crossings and if you don’t get stopped by a police officer for not stopping at any of the street crossings.” Then the fake smile reappeared and she said: “Is there anything else I can help you with?” 

 Luke gave her a genuine smile and a 20-pound note and said: “No, you have been ever so helpful. I do hope you have a nice Sunday morning.” 

 Her countenance abruptly reversed so quickly that she may haven given herself whiplash and she replied: “Thank you, Sir. I apologize for my mouth. It has been a difficult time in my life. My rent is due tomorrow, and my paycheck doesn’t come until Friday week.” 

 Luke: “I am sorry, may I ask how short your finances are?” 

 “No, Sir, I am sure something will turn up.” 

 “Well, my dear lady, perhaps I am your something and have just arrived on your doorstep. Are you going to slam the door in my face? 

 A look of surprise and gratitude came up on her face and she quietly replied: “I needed 150 pounds but now it is only 130 pounds” 

 Luke was not a wealthy man but then again, his net worth did place him in the top 6% of the world’s population. This factoid says more about the wealth inequality of our global society than to the bank account of Luke. He had a little over 200 pounds left over from the ATM withdrawal he had made when he arrived at Heathrow last Tuesday. Luke had already decided he was going to give it away rather than let the bankers take another chunk for their services if he were to try and exchange it back to US dollars. 

 Luke reached into the front right pocket for his little leather zippered purse where he kept his cash and credit cards. He pulled out 235 ponds and gave it to the young train attendant and she began to tear. 

 “Thank you so very much, sir, but how can I repay you?” 

 Luke replied: “One of these days you may be in the position to help someone and if you do, I will be repaid. No one is keeping score, just do what you can to help someone else.” 

 Luke set off from the train station walking to the cruise terminal and stopped at most of the street crossings and made it to the port in about 25 minutes. 

 Chapter 2

The cruise port is one of the oldest in England. Indeed, this is the very port that saw the Titanic set sail all those years ago. The entry port has been made over and the pier has been extended several hundred feet and the bay dredged to allow today’s mega ships to call at this port. 

 Luke made his way through the queue of people getting their papers reviewed, and their face photographed. The cruise line takes their obligation, to keep track of who is on and not onboard the ship, very seriously. 

 The cruise industry had taken quite a blow with the Pandemic that had slowed the world to a crawl over the past two years. The Cruise industry had come to a complete halt and only in the last few months have people been haltingly getting back on cruise ships. This cruise has 1339 paying customers on this sailing from Southampton to New York. There are another 885 staff and crew on board the good ship: Anthem of the seas. 

 Luke checked in and since it was after 1:30 in the afternoon. He got to go his cabin on the 7th floor and to unpack his bags which had been quickly and efficiently brought to the cabin doors and left in the hallway. 

 Luke had booked a single cabin and was surprised to see that two single beds were in the state room. There were a single set of towels and only one welcome home note addressed to Dr. Luke Emerson. Luke thought: “Doctor, how did they know that? I didn’t list that title on any of the digital forms I filled out. Maybe they still had records in the system from 5 years ago when Mary and I traveled together.”

 After unpacking and catching a short 15-minute nap it was time to go to dinner. Luke had opted for a single sitting at a table of 5 to 8 people. From his experience one of the best ways to meet new people on a cruise was to sit with them for the evening meal. 

 The ship left port at precisely 5:00 and took a course almost due south from Southampton, England heading toward the Azores Islands just off the coast of Portugal. 

 Luke’s Seapass card, which acts like a credit card but doesn’t look like a credit card indicated that his dinner time was 5:30 and table number was 800. He took the stairs near his cabin and walked down to Level 3 where the dining room was located. 

 Table 800 had six chairs around the circular table where one couple were sitting. Luke introduced himself as just Luke Emerson. Mr. Welch introduced his wife, Sarah and himself, Logan, and said they were from Shawnee, Oklahoma, and this was their fifth cruise since recently retiring form government service working at the Bureau of Indians Affairs.

Luke said he was also recently retired after 35 years of teaching physics to college students at a small college in Cambridge, Massachusetts. 

 Sarah inquired, “Will Mrs. Emerson be joining us?” 

 Luke hated those kinds of questions as they always opened the heart ache just a little. “No, I am a widower. My Mary died of cancer a little over 4 years ago.” 

 It was Logan who responded: “Man, I am so very sorry, Luke. How are you holding up these days?” 

 “Not too bad, at least I am not calling from my bedroom closet to the kitchen to ask if Mary thought this shirt went with these slacks. But this I am sure you already knew by observing my ensemble for this evening. How did I do tonight, Sarah?” 

 The answer came not from Sarah but from the very lovely brunet who had walked up behind him and was taking a seat on his right: “Not too bad at all, if I may be so bold is to proffer my opinion.” 

 “All opinions are welcome here.” Luke’s smile transforming into a grin, “May I introduce Logan and Sarah Welch from Oklahoma and I am Luke Emerson from New Hampshire. And you are?” 

 “Good evening, my name is Charlotte Thompson from Austin, Texas. I am very pleased to meet you.” Charlotte said. 

 “Are you traveling alone?” the question came from the couple who would make up the rest of our diner party of six. “Sorry, we are late. We are Terry and Terri Watson from Seattle.”

 Luke: “Welcome to table 800 and you are not late only the last to arrive, a duty that will befall someone every evening. And please forgive my nosiness, how do you know who is who in this relationship, Terry?” 

 Mrs. Watson replied: “On paper it is not too difficult. I am Terri with an I and he is the one with the Y. Around the house it is even easier. I answer to Darling or sometimes Sweetheart and Terry comes running when I call for Goofy or Dingus. So, it works out OK.” She said with a toothy white grin. 

 “I will not” Logan started, “be calling Terry either Goofy nor Dingus. I value my head remaining on my shoulders.” 

 Luke continued, “Furthermore, Terri, I will not be calling you Darling nor Sweetheart if that is OK with you? Do I detect a British accent?” 

 Terry, “Afraid you have missed the mark.” We were born in New Zealand more years ago than I care to think about. We married at 20 years of age and quickly left Christ Church and settled in Vermont where Terry and I set up a Bed and Breakfast and an art studio where I work in throwing pottery and Terri works mostly in oils. It has been a good life and we are now beginning to revel in our newfound liberty to travel. Our Son and his bride are running the B&B are both very good artists as well.” 

 Luke, “How very nice, to meet each of you. I hope that over the next 12 nights we might indeed become friends. If not, I will consider my task complete if I can remember that I am sitting with Charlotte, Logan, Sarah, Terry, and Terri. Names are not my strong suit. But I will try my best. 

 Luke found the dinner conversation to be delightful and stimulating. Charlotte, it turns out is a recent retiree from 15 years of teach astronomy to college and graduate students at University of Texas. 

 Luke offered that his background was in particle physics and the space time continuum. Trying to theorize and then offer proof about the sate of particles as they grow closer and closer to a singularity. 

 The other 4 folks began to nod politely and quietly as the conversation about space time only resonated with Luke and Charlotte. It was Charlotte who noted this lack of inclusion very quickly and suggest that she and Luke could continue the conversation a little later over some wine. 

 Luke quickly picked up on the plan and asked the table: “tell me gentlepeople, have you made plans on how you are going to spend this found time we are going to have over the next 12 days? I for one hope to read some and perhaps play a little trivia with my fellow ship mates. But under no circumstances will there be any Karaoke in my future.” 

 Charlotte, “I love trivia, most of the time. I do have a Kindle filled with ‘I gotta reads someday' and this appears to be the day to get those started.” 

 Sarah offered, “We are hoping to win a fortune in the casino but if that doesn’t come to pass then perhaps our plan B, not to lose a bundle either, will pan out.” Logan nodded his affirmation of that plan. 

 The Watson’s suggest that they might occupy most of the resident masseuse’s time and enjoy the pools on board. 

 As they were enjoying their coffees after the desserts it was Luke who suggest: “As much as I am enjoying this conversation, perhaps it would be wise to vacate these premises so the staff can prepare to seat the nice folks who will be eating here at the 7:00 seating.” 

 The occupants of Table 800 made their way to various shows and entertainment. 

 Luke and Charlotte went up to the top deck and found a bar. Charlotte ordered a nice white wine and Luke ordered sparkling water. The conversation turned to physics and then to the weather. The sun had set around 6:20 but the glow set in relief the dark ominous clouds that were in the west and south. 

 The next voice they heard was from the PA system and Captain Tilliot introduced himself and said, “A large storm has formed about 200 nautical miles to our south, but radar indicated that it is moving very slowly. The British Coast guard and Navy have suggested that our ship reverse course and travel North and that we should have a significant head start and can make our course to North America via the southern part of the Artic Ocean.” 

 And as if Captain Tilliot could read some of our thoughts, he offered that the Artic Ocean was quite free from the threat of ice bergs. He assured us that our ship was fully equipped with all the satellite and radar equipment you could envision, and our good ship was perfectly safe. And he ended with “Sleep well!” 

 Luke shook his head and Charlotte asked, “What is bugging you, my new friend?” 

 “My colleague from the Psychology department once told me” Luke explained, “that the best way to ensure that people would spend the night thinking about monsters under the bed was to tell them that Monsters are ‘mostly” harmless and that you should just go to bed and sleep.” 

 Charlotte saw the connection: “And our fearless leader just told us there is a storm out there and that we should ignore it and go to sleep.” 

 Luke: “That about does it, now, everyone is going to be thinking about storms.” 

 It was about this time that Luke noticed Charlotte’s eyes were blinking noticeably slower and slower. “Charlotte, did you just fly into England this morning? You look a bit jet lagged.” 

 “Yes. I am a bit knackered. Thanks to stereo babies crying just behind me on either side, I got no sleep on the flight over and have been going strong ever since I landed. So, I guess it has been about 36 hours since I have been asleep.” 

 Logan replied. “Well, you better head to bed and whatever you do don’t think of monster storms as you go to sleep." 

 Chapter 3 

 Day 2 of the cruise found the ship cruising north and only slightly west. The captain had announced that he expected smooth water (which it turns out is sailor talk for only minimally able to capsize the ship) and that the ship would turn west in about 3 hours. By that time, we should be far enough away from the storm to no longer be in its path as we trek to the west. 

 What the captain did not say was that storm was growing in strength and had slowed its movement to the east and was now moving pretty much due north. This meant that the ship may very well skirt the northern edges of the storm as the ship moved west. 

 The morning had broken bright and mostly sunny with a few clouds hugging the southern horizon. 

 Luke, who is a coffee only, no breakfast kind of guy, got a cup of coffee and sat out to find an observation point that is the very closest a passenger can get to the bridge. The ship had mislabeled the viewing point as the crow’s nest. There was a 360-degree view of the horizon. However about 20 degrees was a view via a video screen that project what you would see if you had x-ray vision like Superman, from our position if you look direct toward the front of the ship you can only see the bridge structure. 

 Luke was joined not long after by Charlotte who had the same idea to see what the ocean looks like from the top of a ship at sea. 

 Luke, “Good morning, Charlotte. I trust you slept well and did not think of monster storms or for that matter any kind of monsters.” 

 “Yes, I did have a very refreshing slumber.” She replied, “And it wasn’t till after I had showered that the monster storm crossed my mind. And you, Luke, how did you sleep?” 

 “Well,” Luke confided. “I have been on this side of the pond for almost a week and so my ample sleep time did not afford me the ability to drop off into a deep sleep last night. And my pessimistic brain kept me thinking about that storm. I met Dr. Katherine Hahoe, the noted expert on climate change, at a meeting in Seattle last month. Her ideas are compelling. She has a ton of data to support her statements that climate change has already begun to intensify the weather we are seeing. In the last several years the number of big storms has not changed significantly but what has changed is the intensity and strength of these storms. So, the Atlantic storms we see are gaining strength more rapidly and holding more water and moving in directions that are unusual.” 

 Charlotte, “Well good morning to you as well. That was a lot to lay on me this early in the morning. What exactly are you suggesting?” 

 Luke hesitated before asking, “Do you really want to know?” 

 “I think so. No, yes I do want to know what you are suggesting.” She replied. 

 “Well, my look at the weather radar shows this storm of ours that is currently to the south and slightly east of our position is massive and growing steadily. It is currently tracking north and west. The movement is slow but steady. The current projected path to the west that the captain kindly plotted on our TVs will allow us to beat the storm and allow our ship to dodge the bullet.” 

 “But?” inquired Charlotte. 

 “But” Luke continued, “if our ship slows or the storm increases in speed ever so slightly then our two projected paths will intersect. That is the bad news?” 

 “Oh goodie, what is the good news, my new friend?” Charlotte wanted to know. 

 “The good news is that if we cross the path of the storm, it will be on the very northern part of the storm and will mostly be rain and some mild winds.” Luke informed her. 

 Charlotte, now a skeptic, “I thought you were a student of particle physics. How did you come by this new information that the captain doesn’t seem to have?” 

 Luke: “First, I am sure that the captain knows every bit of this but is reluctant to share this information with the masses. And as for how do I know all this? The answer is Sam Williams.” 

 Charlotte getting a little vexed, “And who, may I ask, is Sam Williams?” 

 Luke grinned and was a little chagrined to be forced to give up the impression that he was an actual know-it-all, “Sam is the head of the Meteorology Department at Harvard and I purchased the WIFI package from the ship and have been texting Sam about our predicament.” 

 Charlotte laughing: “Now that does explain a great deal about the depth of your weather information. What exactly did Sam say our chances of interacting with a storm in the North Atlantic would be?” 

 “A bit too close to call one way or the other.” Luke confided. “He was quite reassuring that we would miss it or just get grazed by the storm. But hit or miss he could not predict to any certainty” 

 “Does our personal meteorologist suggest when we might or might not get ‘grazed’ by this massive storm brewing up just south of where we located?” Charlotte inquired. 

 “Best he could tell, the most likely time for our two paths to cross, or when the near miss might occur, will be tomorrow around noon. If everything keeps to the current time schedule.” Luke was quick to add, “Rarely do weather systems keep to a schedule.” Luke grinned and said, “But for the next couple of hours at least, what you see is what you get!” 

 Charlotte and Luke stood in the crow’s nest and marveled at the sight that neither of them had ever seen. This was the first trans ocean voyage either had been on. 

 The ocean was all you could see in all the directions you can look. The limit of how far a person can see is known as the horizon. When people are on the land or on the sea near the land the horizon is broken by things between you and the horizon. So, one can be forgiven in thinking that the Horizon is a line that is straight. But every sailor that has ever sailed into the ocean would have known that the spot they were floating on in the ocean was an equal distance to the horizon in every direction you could look. 

 Luke and Charlotte were standing in the exact center of a perfect circle that comprises is all of the earth that can be seen from this one point. But instinctually every sailor would know that when they left port and traveled in a strait line that the port would shrink in apparent size until it could not be seen as it sank below the horizon. They would then find themselves floating on a patch of the ocean that was perfectly circular but clearly not flat because if it were then that port would always be there in view at the edge of vision. Furthermore, they would have known that from the port you could travel in the opposite direction and find mile after mile of unending land. 

 Another enigma that sailors of all eras would have struggled with is: As you sail west, why does the horizon to our west never seem to get closer and the horizon to our east never seems to get any farther away. 

 Then there was the crow’s nest on real sailing ships. What was the purpose of this? It was early in history that people understood the higher you could get above the ocean that you could see things just a little further away than those standing on the deck of the ship. 

 It would be patently obvious to the sailors that they were sailing on a globe not on a flat map like surface. The arguments about the earth being round or flat was and is carried on by those who have never sailed the seas. 

 Chapter  4 

 Day 3 of the voyage began with calm winds but massively overcast sky. When the sky is gray the ocean which looks blue in the sunlight, reflecting the color of the sky. But when the light from the sun is filtered by the clouds both the sky and ocean are gray. This makes the horizon seem as if it is closer to you and the world feels a little smaller. 

 Charlotte, Luke, Terry and Terri, Logan and Sarah had agreed while eating dinner the night before to meet around 11:00 AM here in the forward-facing bar know as TWO 70 to watch the weather event together. Everyone had been brought up to date with Meteorologist Sam’s prognostications for todays sailing. 

 The clouds were gathering quickly to the south as the ship sailed west. It had not started yet to rain on the ship. But the view ahead was ominous. To our right (north) and behind us to the east the clouds were wispy and gray. Heading toward the west and to the south clouds and lighting were apparent and growing more foreboding. 

 Luke texted his meteorologist friend, Sam, but evidently the clouds and rain had blocked the satellite feed and the internet for passengers and crew were inoperable. 

 Table 800 and many others had come forward to sea what was going to happen. It was 10:15 when the column of rain appeared directly ahead of us. These kinds of rainstorms can be seen in the southwestern part of the USA. Standing on a hill you can see the storms across the valley, and you can see the rain fall in a particular area. The edges of the rainstorm are so discrete that if you drive through it, you could easily have rain on only half of your car. 

 This rainstorm was far more than a gentle shower of rain in the desert. This rainstorm was about ½ mile wide and was filled with lightening. What could be triggering the massive lightening bolts was not known to any of us. The captain changed course to the north to sidestep the rain and lightening storm. But in only a second the storm changed position and was again directly in front of the ship. The captain called for the crew to turn 20 degrees to port. This massive ship can turn only so quickly and as the ship was correcting course the storm and its lightening were tracking with equal speed to match the ships direction. 

 The storm or the door to the storm lay just a mile ahead and the captain had surrendered to the inevitability that the ship would be entering that storm’s door. What was to be found there was not clear. The captain had given the order that everyone should don their life vests and stay where they were located. 

 The residents of Table 800 each found life jackets, put them on, and sat together in the center of the TWO 70 bar in comfortable chairs. Some prayed, some just sat and stared at the door to the storm and it’s lightening. 

 At 11:40 the Anthem of the Seas with 1339 passengers and 885 crew members crossed the front door of the electrical storm door and found themselves in total darkness with no rain falling at all. The ships’ systems were operational and radar indicated that directly behind them was a ship about a quarter of the size of the Athem and that smaller ship had four smoke stacks belching black smoke. The captain of the Anthem of the seas was receiving message in Morse Code apparently from the ship to the stern. But before the Captain could find a crew member who knew Morse code, there was a huge banging sound and the ship lunged to port. Apparently, the ship had struck something in the water. Nothing had exploded and no alarms had sounded that the ship was taking on water. It was quickly determined that the Anthem had struck an iceberg. But no harm no foul. The Anthem had only minor dents and paint damage. No injuries were reported. 

 The captain of the Anthem and the gang from table 800 quickly returned their attention to the ship that was following them inside the storm. The mysterious ship had disappeared and so had the lightning storm. The Anthem was sailing on course for Nova Scotia. The massive storm was well to the south and east of our path. No sign of the ship and the ships logs held no indication that any Morris Code had be received in the last few hours. 

 Crews were assigned to carefully inspect where the ship had hit an iceberg. To look carefully at the insides of the damaged area for water leaks. The crew was ordered to use underwater cameras to inspect the outside of the ship. No water leaks were found and only a little paint scratching was found. 

 Chapter 5

Logan and Sarah, Terry and Terri, Charlotte and Luke sat in the couches of TWO 70 and stared at each other for about 5 minutes before Logan asked: “does anyone know what just happened?” 

 No one answered quickly and, in a few seconds, more Luke spoke up: “Well, if you want to know if anyone KNOWS what happened I would propose that the answer is NO. Even though, I think we all experienced that same thing and might tell very similar stories if interrogated by officials. If you would like to know what I SPECULATE might have happened, I would try to explain.” 

 Everyone nodded their heads and Terri said: “Yes, please speculate.” 

 Luke said: “First does anyone have an internet package besides myself who can look something up on the internet for me?” 

 Terry and Logan both had internet and Logan asked: “What do you want us to look up?” 

 Luke: “Try RMS Titanic?” 

 Charlotte said; “You mean the ship that struck an iceberg on its maiden voyage and sank?” 

 Luke: “yes but is that what the history says happened?” 

 Terry: “Wow and double Wow. Everything I can find says that the Titanic made its SUCCESSFUL maiden voyage on 15 April 1912. The ship made 425 voyages until it was retired in 1942 and turned into a floating hotel in Southampton in 1962.” 

 Logan said, “That’s what I found as well. This is just crazy. What happened?” 

 Luke: “I would theorize that the earth has just been struck by micro singularity on this date and in this place. It pretty much proves the theories of those who have claimed that a singularity is a point in space where time and space coincide. We have speculated that if we were to encounter such a phenomenon that time would be distorted and time travel would be possible.” 

 Charlotte: “Are you suggesting that we just traveled into the past to 1912 and we hit that ice burg with a ship built in 2012 without any significant damage but that it prevented the Titanic from hitting it at all. And then POOF we find ourselves right back here in time?” 

 Sarah, “I don’t think people will believe this?” 

 Luke: “You are very likely to be correct. If I am right, there will be no evidence that the Titanic sank, and many other parts of history will have been altered as well.” 

 Terri: “Huh? What do you mean?” 

 Luke: “Well think about it. If I remember correctly there were some 1500 people who died that night in 1912. Now they did not die. Some of those folks might have made little difference but some may have made major good or bad impacts on the world. We can’t make a study of the people who died but we could I suppose get a list of all who sailed on that first voyage. See what they have done. But even then, we would not know if the individual were survivors or casualties of the original Titanic.” 

 The Table 800 folks sat in silence for a while. Then Sarah asked: “What about all of our fellow passengers on this ship?” 

 Luke: I will talk to the Captain, He may or may not have figured this out, but I am sure he knows the history, or former history of the Titanic so he will be easily persuaded to the truth. My advice is for people to keep this to themselves. No one and I mean NO ONE is going to believe this. Indeed, we may find ourselves doubting our experiences in the face of the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. I would suggest we might form a small Tantric club and meet annually to talk about what changes if any we are experiencing.” 

 The Table 800 folks all agreed but no one set a place and date. So, all the people went about their lives and occasionally the word titanic came up in conversation and each of them had a nagging memory of a different outcome for that ancient ship but if they just ignored the memory, it would eventually fade away. 

 Luke and Charlotte booked a suite at the Titanic Hotel in Southampton Bay the following year for their Honeymoon. Both were only somewhat spooked by being in a ship that may or may not have sunk in 1912.