embracing you, taking the cold and fear away from you. Let the crackling flames illuminate the darkness in your mind. "
Myra smiled. She stopped shivering.
" Let’s go back, " continued Natalie. " Before you were found in the water, how did you get to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean? "
" I was on a boat," replied Myra.
Natalie was pleased they were making quick progress, " Can you describe it? "
" It’s… big. "
Hmm… Maybe not as quick. Natalie wondered if she was going to have enough cassette tapes. " Is it a yacht? "
" No… larger than a yacht. "
" A cruise ship? " asked Natalie. Myra frowned as if not understanding the question. " Is it a passenger ship? "
" Oh, yes, " smiled Myra.
" Are you traveling alone? "
Myra suddenly bemused, " No. "
Natalie sat up. This was progress. " Who else is traveling with you? "
" My husband… my son. " Myra smiled, " And… "
" And? "
" And someone else, " Myra responded with agitation in her voice. She began tapping the arm of the chair with her finger. Natalie carefully moved the tape recorder to a safe distance where the tapping wouldn’t drown out the voices.
She turned back to Myra and asked, " Can you see this other person’s face? "
" Yes. It’s a woman… " Myra’s breathing became labored.
" What’s wrong Myra? "
" I’m not feeling well. I haven’t felt well for most of the trip. It’s odd. "
" Why is it odd? "
" I have traveled all my life and I have never experienced seasickness. Now I have a weak constitution. I am not capable of keeping any food down, and I’ve been burning up. I feel so dizzy. "
" Did you fall overboard? " Natalie asked as calmly as she could.
" No… "
" Do you know how…? "
" Something’s wrong! " Myra's voice started to grow louder. " The ship’s engines have stopped. I’ve been asleep, where is my husband? Where is my son? I can’t find them! "
" Myra, think of the fireplace, " Natalie said soothingly trying to get Myra to calm down. " Feel the warmth... "
" The fireplace. Oh, I knocked the tea cart toward the fireplace. "
" What tea cart? "
" My tea. I’m supposed to drink my tea to calm my nerves. My son's teddy bear was under the teacart. Where's my son? "
Myra started to breathe harder. " The state room…it’s on an odd angle. The teacart is rolling past me… things are falling… I run into the adjoining cabin … my son’s teddy bear is floating by… Mr. Fluffy… he wouldn’t leave Mr. Fluffy. Where’s my son? I can’t find my son! "
Natalie was torn. Should she calm her down? Or let this play out? It could lead to a mental breakthrough. Trying to sound calm and impassive, Natalie continued, " Use your other senses. Can you hear anyone? "
" I can hear people screaming… the ship is sinking?! It’s not possible…! "
" Why is it not possible? " Natalie had the feeling she knew what Myra was going to say but she hoped she was wrong.
" The ship is unsinkable. We’re on the Titanic ! "
Cha p ter XII
" Would you like a biscuit, Mr. Toughill? " asked the old lady as she poured coffee from the glass hand-pumped cafetière into the glass mug. Callum was impressed by the traditional French press set. It certainly beat the brew he had back home.
" That would be nice, " smiled Callum. " Thank you, Miss McArthur. "
" Please call me Ruthie, " the old lady smiled as she retreated to the kitchen.
" Are these pictures of your family? " asked Callum as he looked at the framed photos on the fireplace mantle. Most were black & white, some were faded and a few were in colour which was surprising for having been taken at the turn of the century.
" No, " Ruthie called out from the kitchen. " Most of those pictures were taken by my father. He was a photographer. It was his life and joy. I’ve kept them because I look at them and I see what he saw. The people he knew or the ones he was proud of. "
Callum looked at some of the photos that had colour tint to them. " Are these hand-coloured