*Millie*
My head is spinning from that conversation. I don’t know why he’s so determined to keep up this act, but maybe he’s a paid actor or something. Is it possible that only some of us are actual passengers, and maybe the rest are all actors who need to play their roles to make it more authentic? It’s strange that he stayed in character in private, though.
Looking around, something seems off. “We’re on B Deck?” I ask.
Will nods. “Correct. Your stateroom should be right down this way.”
Things only look vaguely familiar, but he’s right. My room should be close by if we’re really on B Deck. “Yes, but where are all the old photos?”
“I’m afraid I have never seen any portraits in the corridor,” he says.
“Well, the hallway where my room is looks a lot like this with all this white pa
