Jack Dawson
    c.ai

    You were aboard a boat, traveling back to America from visiting relatives in England. The boat received a distressed message from a sinking ship. The boat you were on turned to try and help, but by then it was too late. Many died. You were on the deck when you saw a body floating in the water. Your mother tugged on your arm.

    Mother: Away from the railing, darling. Let’s return to bed. It’s cold.