For the third time in a week, Jane Taylor was awake in the dead of night. Her heart was racing and her lungs felt devoid of air as she sat up straight in her bed, once again disturbed by nightmares. Jane could recount every sickening detail of her dream but unlike many people, her nightmare didn't end when she woke up. Almost a year ago, she had survived one of the worst disasters in history, the sinking of the Titanic, which had claimed the lives of several of her friends and family members. She remembered the events of the shipwreck well, to the point where she would close her eyes in sleep, only to be awake hours later due to her thrashing about in her bed. When Jane Taylor slept, she went back into the cold Atlantic. She saw the bodies of Mr. Stead and Astor, clutching the frozen wood with their eyes wide open. She saw Amelie and Emma, so close to death, floating peacefully in their purple gowns. She felt like she was in the lifeboat again, seeing her younger sister succumb to frostbite. She could hear the voices of people calling out for missing loved ones on the Carpathia, despite being lost in her own search for Mimi and Thad.

Her heart dropped when she thought of them.

After the sinking, she had many blissful, vivid dreams about her sister and the man she would've married. Dreams ranging from insipid little things like strolling through the city, with just the three of them to dreams where she found them on the Carpathia. Perfectly joyous, blissful dreams. It wasn't until Jane came to New York that her dreams turned dark, the happy images quickly replaced by panic and frozen bodies.

Eager to push these thoughts from her mind, Jane climbed out of bed and walked towards her dresser, preparing to get dressed. Slipping out of her nightgown, her eyes caught her reflection in her vanity mirror. Jane stared for a moment and sighed; ever since the losses of Mimi and Thad, she had changed considerably. She had grown thinner, the result of missing meals to work on articles. Dark circles and bags were under her eyes from the lack of sleep, carefully concealed by powder. Breaking her eyes away from her reflection in the mirror, she quickly put on a dress and grabbed her coat. It was close enough to morning, the sun would be rising soon. She might as well go for a walk. Careful to not to wake the elderly couple down the hall, Jane quietly closed her door and tiptoed down the hall. She crept down the stairs, and down the well decorated hallway, stopping for a moment. After having lived in the house for a little under a year, she knew the expansive home well, down to the paintings in the hallway. And out of the dozens of paintings hanging on the green paint, Jane had a favorite.

In the frame was an oil painting of a young man and a young woman, with fancy clothes, the woman even in a bridal gown. The woman had cascading black curls and soft brown eyes, and was wearing a gown of soft velvet. The man was clothed in a suit, with combed back neat blonde hair. Jane couldn't help but softly as she gazed upon it. The painting looked so much like the sister and the lover she had lost. She stood there for about a minute, dwelling in her memories. It was tempting to her to spend hours simply staring at the painting, but that simply couldn't be had. Buttoning her coat, she opened the door at the front of the house and then left through the front yard's iron gate.

Little did Jane know what was in store for her that day