Mary Ashby was depressed as she looked around her house. She had lived here since she married her husband, Jonas. In less then two years they had begun their family. She had raised her children here. She had planned to die here. She would have loved nothing more then to die an old lady in her bed. Surrounded by her children and her children's children. That wasn't going to happen now. Not since Jonas' brother had convinced him that the best move for them was to all go to America.<br/><br/>Mary had nothing against America, it just wasn't her home. Ireland was her home, she had never thought of living anywhere else. Now, her home felt so barren. It was almost empty, they had gave a lot away to friends. Soon Mary and her family would board the Titanic. To start a new life across the ocean. She wondered if they could get there. She hadn't lied to Kellen. She had a bad feeling about this trip.<br/><br/>Mary tried to sleep as best she could. As April 10th got closer, the harder it was for her to sleep. She had nightmares about the voyage. Tonight, she was in freezing water up to her knees. Carrying her crying, youngest child. She was screaming on the top of her lungs for Jonas and her other children. They couldn't hear her and she had no idea where they were. People were screaming and running all around her. It was a scene of mass chaos. There was a loud crash and she dropped Anna. The floor turned on its side and Mary was falling. Anna screamed for her but she couldn't reach her child. Instead, Mary went under the ocean.<br/><br/>Mary woke up in panic and felt her bed to make sure there was no water. There wasn't, it was just her and her snoring Jonas. She wiped sweat and tears from her face. She reached over to shake Jonas awake, but stopped herself. The first time she had her nightmares, he told her it was just nerves. She had never been on a ship before and she was just afraid. Mary knew it was more then that but Jonas was determined for them to go. Plus, he never believed that dreams were anything more then just dreams. He wouldn't trade their Titanic tickets for king's ransom. Mary decided to not wake him. He'd tell her the same thing and she didn't feel like being patronized by him. Although sleep didn't come very easily. Mary couldn't stop thinking about her nightmare as she laid back down and listened to Jonas snore.