*Millie*

I feel different tonight, my nerves so frazzled it's hard to focus on the dinner conversation, but I try to be polite to all the nice people I've come to know at this table. Late tomorrow night, the ship will strike the iceberg. It feels like the emergency has already started with my fight--or--flight response on high alert. Sneaking a sideways glance at Will, I can tell he's feeling the same way.

After what seems like hours, we're finally done with dessert, and ...