Thank you *blushes*

He stood up, and so did another man with a thin moustache next to him. Julie hadn't heard him say one word yet. His face was pale, and everyone could see the fear in his eyes when he said: "Mr Smith... don't tell me this is true... Titanic is unsinkable, we're safe here, aren't we? What about the company now? This could be the end of the White Star Line!" "Frankly said, Mr Ismay", Mr Andrews said coldly, "I don't care about the company now. What is most important for me now is to get us many passengers as possible into the lifeboats." He left the room angrily, and Julie heard him shout some orders on deck. All the other men went on deck now, too, and after one minute she was all alone in the bureau. She sat down at a hard chair and looked at the map carefully. Someone had arked the first six compartments with a pencil. Suddenly she saw her own cabin, and remembered Henry: He was still there, not knowing what was going on! She went on deck and sprinted down the stairs.
When she came into the room, she noticed Henry sit on the only tiny chair next to the table. He put a pencil on one side of the table and watched it slide down again again. He had heard her open the door, catched the pencil deftly and turned around.