Lorain Corbin looked back in horror at the ship she had just left as it sank beneath the unforgiving waves. She cried. She cried at the fact that she was stuck on a tiny lifeboat many miles from the shore. She cried for all those left behind on the dying vessel. She cried for her husband…

The New York Times
June 10, 1902
The sinking of the Amor will be remembered as one of the worst maritime disasters of all times. Though there were 168 survivors, another 359 lost there lives in the freezing waters of the North Atlantic. The Amor ran a well know route between Newfoundland and New York City for honeymooning couples. It is sill unknown why she sank.

Lorain threw the paper down. She hated it with a passion because it could not convey what it felt like to have gotten on that lifeboat, and leave her newlywed husband behind. Nothing would ease the guilt she felt for leaving him behind.

The Present
Summer Pitt stood in the rain, waiting for her date to come pick her up. She was soaking wet and not at all happy. Summer was really mad at the fact that the canopy for the restaurant she was supposed to be having dinner at, was only five feet away, but the stupid bouncer would not let her stand under it. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse for the umpteenth time, even thought she knew that it was a hopeless gesture. She had forgotten to charge it. She stamped her foot and started the long walk home.

“Summer.”

“Well now you decide to show up.” Summer said to the turquoise NUMA jeep that was keeping pace with her.

“I tried to call you.”

“Why didn’t you just come?” Summer mentally kicked her self for asking the question, because she already knew the answer.

“I was held up by your dad at the office.”

Summer sighed and stepped off the curb towards the passenger door of the jeep. It opened before she got to it. She slid gracefully into the seat and looked into the coral colored eyes of her boyfriend.

“You're soaking wet,” pointed out Kurt Austin. “Why didn’t you stand under the canopy or call someone to take you home?”

“The bouncer at the restaurant would not let me and my cell phone needs to be charged.” Summer replied.

“That would explain why I couldn’t reach you.” Kurt then added. “I’ll remember to send a complaint to the restaurant about their bouncer.”

“Make sure you tell them that he was very mean to me, and that we are preferred customers,” Summer said, giggling.

“Why don’t we go to my house and get you out of those wet clothes?” Kurt offered. A seductive look was his answer.

I know everyone is probaly going to hate me for this but I have to do it. It is just to good a plot.

Good start, Lisa. Not crazy about Kurt being with Summer but this is your baby. Take it for a run and have fun with it, Lisa. w:

I fully intend to. h* Wait till I get to the ending.

It was three o’clock in the morning when Summer tiptoed into the hangar where her brother and she lived in a Pullman car among her father’s extensive collection of antique cars. She had taken off her shoes a few minutes before so that she wouldn’t make any undo noise. Summer slowly made her way across the floor between the rows of expensive automobiles. She made it in the railcar and to her bed without no one knowing she had been gone all night. Or so she thought.

Summer awoke that morning still feeling tired. For a long fleeting moment she thought that there was still a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She push her self out of bed and went to the bath room to take a shower.