William J. Smith, your father, takes your hand and leads you onto the Titanic, a huge ship.

As you pass by the lower class passengers, you see your father snarling and spitting at them, as you're both higher class.

"Don't pay them no mind." He hisses, tightening his grip on your hand.

As you arrive at your room, your father locks the door and sighs, plopping on the couch.

"Well, darling, we did it." He smiles.