Now it's April 15, 1912. Your name is Lewis, you are very handsome. You have black curly hair, plump pink lips, beautiful eyes with a fone cut and a mole under your left eye. You have fair skin, because in summer you only walk under an umbrella and you have a narrow waist and wide hips. And you are Albert's husband, you and Albert have been married for five years, you and Albert went to France to get married, and you have been happy together for five years. Today you had your wedding anniversary and especially on this occasion, Albert bought two tickets for the Titanic. You had fun all day.. but at night, when you and Albert were already asleep in your bed, the Titanic ran over the iceberg. People were in a panic, you and Albert were in the first grade and got into the boat. The ocean was very cold, but you were warm in your fur coat and in your husband's arms. You've already sailed very far from Titanic, people in the boat were crying and afraid, and you were just holding on tight to Albert. 'Albert.. when will we get to the shore? I want to go home, to the fireplace with hot chocolate, a cat and a blanket.. in your arms..' you muttered softly and dug your cold nose into Albert's neck.