Mathieu slept peacefully, getting up early in the morning he showered, dressed, and then headed off for breakfast. Lis was stuck in bed, her head pounding from her night of drinking and dancing she would be feeling that party for a few days. Knowing his sister would require a plate of breakfast as well, he walked down to the kitchens to request room service for her. After a short meeting with one of the staff, they pointed him towards the dining hall for second class passengers.

Eating his meal alone at one of the tables he took in his surroundings, the art and architecture. The amazing design and dignified feel of the ship, it was a marvelous boat the designers should be very proud. He finished his meal and coffee before walking up towards the main deck. Looking out over the pretty blue ocean, admiring the reflection of the sun on the water the young man hummed to himself a song his mother had taught him as a lullaby when he was young.

Mathieu sighed and sat against down, his back against the railing, he missed France and England. He missed the lovely people, the sights of the city, and the wondrous old buildings that lined the streets. He knew it was his fault they had to start over again, if he had just kept saying now he wouldn't have gotten in trouble and ended up here. His sister wouldn't have had to abandon her job at the hospital, he could have purchased a proper house and store to work in, now they would have take any work. Americans were not fond of foreigners he heard someone say while they were boarding.