Sitting in his office at the New York Herald, Hiram Bosch watched his reporter’s antics on the news program. He leaned back in his chair and passed a hand through his hair with a groan.

A light activated on his desk. “I agree Hiram. The politicians are the best chance to stop this travesty.”

“How do we know?” Hiram relied without turning from the window. “You said a person on the Titanic stands little chance of detection. How can one person destroy us?”

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“By saving one or more people,” the frail voice replied. “If a time traveler can convince the Titanic officers to load each lifeboat to capacity, three hundred people who died might live.”

“You’re not telling me everything.” Hiram challenged his employer for the second time in their relationship.

“Come to my office.” John Miles ordered, the light blinking off abruptly.