I walked over the deck of the Keldysh with the letter in my hand. I held the letter behind my back as I approached Brock. Brock kinda adopted me a few years back. I lived in an orphanage for my entire life. I don't know who my real family is. Brock is like a brother to me. "Hey kiddo, what's up?' he asked, looking at me. "Nothin' much. Any luck with the diamond?" I asked. "Not yet. We know where the old lady must have dropped it but so far we have nothing." he replied. I nodded. "Well, this came in for you today." I said taking the letter from behind my back and handing it to him. He read through it and a smile crept onto his face. "Titanic 2?" he asked "Titanic two!" I nodded. "And we are invited on, free of charge. I left the tickets in my room. They look so authentic!" I said. "How did this happen?" he asked. "They've seen your work here. They were here a few weeks ago while you were down at the wreck." I informed him. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the ground, spinning me around.
I sat in my room, looking out at the Atlantic ocean. Suddenly my head began pounding. I stood up and tried to make it to the door to get Brock but I collapsed and face planted on the floor of my cabin. "Are you alright miss?" I heard a man's welsh accent say. I turned my head slightly and saw the most beautiful brown eyes. Brown eyes that I had seen before. I heard a faint waltz playing far away.
Suddenly Brock came into my room and the man faded away. "Are you ok?" he asked, pulling me into his lap. I nodded as the throbbing in my head stopped. "He was here again." I said. Brock looked at me like I was crazy. "Who was here?" he asked. "There's no one here." "Lowe. Lowe was here again."