A young brunette gathers her skirts and smiles at the bright doors as they open. It is another meeting up of the other souls like herself, and with a bittersweet thought, one of the last. A beautiful woman transforms from the old woman she was at her deathbed and into a shinning star of youth, and slides through the doorway.
The brunette maid smiles lovingly at the girl, although she knows the redhead is too occupied to notice. This doesn't make the moment any less wonderful.
The serving girl suddenly remembers the laughs she had had with the other maids behind the closed doors of steerage, the sweet kisses she snuck with the cook in the kitchen, the glistening moon over churning waters. A happy sigh escapes from her lips.
Turning her attention back to the newest soul, she witnesses the child clasp hands with her lover. They're happiness could outshine the sun, and probably will. Tears sprinkled both women's eyes and the brunette claps as loudly as she can. The reunited couple climb the stairs and disappear, just like all the others did.
Suddenly, the serving girl remembers her name. Clara. Clara sometimes forgets her name, but it always finds its way back to her, especially when-"My darling, I think I like these two best. They're love was so exciting to see. Almost as exciting as ours from your kitchen days.." The lean boy whispers, before taking Clara's arm and whisking her up those golden stairs they always wanted to run up together.
The rest of the sunken souls clap as they find their partners and one by one disappear into the stars.