NineI spent the next few days trying to forget about the encounter with the little girl and busied myself with shopping, packing, dining with my mother and friends, and catching up on my reading. By the end of each day, the exhaustion carried me into deep and dreamless sleep. My routine kept me occupied and so with each passing day, the memory of my bizarre encounter with the child continued to fade until it too seemed like just a dream. My life was slowly getting back to normal. My trip was in order, and my packing was almost complete. There was one more thing, however, that still occupied my mind and that was my upcoming visit to the Titanic exhibit in Halifax.
My eyes fluttered open as a distant ringing disturbed my sleep. I laid there for a moment trying to collect my thoughts. Realiz
