I gasp and Meg whirls round. ‘What is it?’
I whip my head up, checking the sky for the bird.
‘Michael?’ Meg’s hand is on my wrist. ‘What is it?’
The ground beneath me shifts and I clutch the rail. A chill creeps up my arms and settles in my chest.
I sink to my knees as rain starts to fall.
‘Michael? Michael, are you OK?’ Meg is kneeling beside me. ‘What did you see?’
My tongue feels heavy. ‘Nothing,’ I force out.
I sit back. A woman Mum’s age is looking in my direction.
Meg takes out her phone, but I stop her. ‘I’m fine.’ Nausea has my head swimming. ‘Just give me a second.’
She sits beside me.
Rain tickles my nose. ‘You’ll get wet.’
‘Doesn’t matter. Take your time.’
I take a deep breath. As I push the air in and out, gradually my head clears. I wipe the rain from my mouth. ‘I think I had a flashback.’
‘What did you see?’
I close my eyes and picture the ship, the seagull and the feather.
‘I don’t know. It was like a dream or…’
Meg’s eyes widen. ‘Or something you’ve forgotten?’
I blacked out on the ferry. I didn’t remember what I had seen until now. ‘A vision.’
‘What was it?’
I shake my head.Not here.She helps me to my feet and we walk away from the railing.
‘I think I saw theTitanicwhen I was on the ferry. But then I must’ve forgotten it.’
‘No way! That’s class. Mad that you would you forgetthat.’
‘I didn’t take a photo.’
She looks up. ‘Unless you did, but it got lost when you—’
‘When the memory card broke.’
Meg nods. ‘Did you see anything else?’
‘A seagull and a feather.’
She frowns. ‘Oh, well, that’s slightly less exciting. You saw the feckin’Titanic, Michael. That’s insane! What was it like? Tell me everything.’
‘It was…big.’
‘OK, and…?’
