C and I were on a cruise, but it wasn't an ocean vessel. It was more like the giant skyship from Fifth Element, or a huge zeppelin. However, there was some sort of emergency and everyone had to abandon ship. It wasn't a panicked evacuation, just a busy one. We had a child, apparently, a little baby, just a few months old. Still very much in the fat precious little blob stage. I had a carrying-pack which I strapped onto my back; it had a Y-rack on it, straight out of Heinlein's Starship Troopers. C bundled our baby up in a little mylar spacesuit sort of thing and snapped him onto the rack on my back, click, locking him safely into place. If we'd had twins, I guess the other one would have gone on the second rack. Then we proceeded to the evacuation deck, which was a big open space inside the ship, like the interior deck of an aircraft carrier. There were hundreds of evac units, which were like pogo sticks except that they hovered and the handlebars were a control yoke that maneuvered it about. Everybody had one, and we all flew out of the side of the giant ship, high above the clouds.