Sorry about the mix up y'know im new. I'll Try to fix that.

"He's a goddamned liar! A nutcase. Like that… what's her name? That
Anastasia babe." Shane yelled trying to his his point across. He says he's Glenn Rhee, right? Glenn Rhee died on the Titanic. At the age of 17. If he'd've lived, he'd be over a hundred now.

"A hundred and one next month." Rick added.

"Okay, so he's a very old goddamned liar. I traced him as far back as the
20′s… he was working as an actor in L.A. An actor. Then he married a girl named Maggie Greene, moved to Cedar Rapids, had two kids. Now Maggie's dead, and from what I've heard Cedar Rapids is
dead." He said hoping to convince Rick.

"And everybody who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead… or on
this ship. But he knows about it. And I want to hear what he has to say.
Got it?"

Rick, T-dog and Shane watch as the helicopter crew hands out Glenn's and Lori's suitcases, and then they lowered Glenn to the deck in a wheelchair. Lori, carrying a Pomeranian, follows.

Lori unpacks Glenn's things in the small utilitarian room. Glenn placed a number of photos on the table, and arranged them carefully
next to a fishbowl. Rick and Shane were standing at the doorway.

"Is your stateroom alright?" Rick asks.

"Yes. It's very nice." He answers. " Have you met my granddaughter, Lori? She takes care of me."

"Yes. We met just a few minutes ago, grandpa. Remember, up on deck?" She said hoping to spark Glenn's memory.

"Oh, yes." He remembers.

Rick glanced at Shane and he rolls his eyes. Glenn finished arranging his photographs of his children and grandchildren, and his late wife. "There, that's nice. I have to have my pictures when I travel." He says admiring the pictures. The he glances and the Pomeranian. "And Banjo of course. Isn't that right, sweetie."

"Would you like anything?" Rick asked kindly.

"I should like to see my drawing."

Glenn stared at the drawing in its tray of water, seeing himself 84 years ago. He smiles at the memory. Ancient eyes, gazing at the drawing for some time.

Rick has the reference photo of the necklace in his hand.

"Louis the Sixteenth wore a fabulous stone, called the Blue Diamond of the
Crown, which disappeared in 1792, about the time Louis lost everything from
the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too…
recut into a heart-like shape… and it became Le Coeur de la Mer.

The Heart of the Ocean. Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond."

"It was a dreadful, heavy thing." He said pointing at the drawing. "I only wore it this once."

"You actually believe this is you, grandpa?" Lori said wanting to hear if it were true.

"It is me, dear. Wasn't I a hot number?" He said jokingly

"I tracked it down through insurance records… and old claim that was
settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Do you know who the claimant was,
Glenn?"

"Someone named Blake, I should imagine."

"Philip Blake, right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. For a diamond necklace his
son Brian Blake bought in France for his fiancée… you… a week
before he sailed on Titanic. And the claim was filed right after the
sinking. So the diamond had to've gone down with the ship." He tolled them

"See the date?" He said to Lori.

She looked down and read. "April 14, 1912."

"If your grandpa is who he says he is, he was wearing the diamond the day
Titanic sank." He told her "And that makes you my new best friend. I will happily compensate you for anything you can tell us that will lead to its recovery." He added.

"I don't want your money, Mr. Grimes. I know how hard it is for people who
care greatly for money to give some away."

Shane looked and Glenn skeptically "You don't want anything?"

"You may give me this," He requested pointing at the drawing. "If anything I tell you is of value."

"Deal." Rick replied crossing the room.

"Over here are a few things we've recovered from your staterooms." He continued

Laid out on a worktable are numbers of objects. With a trembling hand he lifts a mirror. He caresses it wonderingly.

"This was mine. How extraordinary!" He looked at Lori with a smile and she smiled back. "It looks the same as the last time I saw it." He turns the mirror over and looks at his wrinkled face in the cracked glass. "The reflection has changed a bit." He looks something else, a Korean flowered brooch catches his eye and he lifts it.

"My mother's brooch, She wanted to go back for it." He smiled slightly at the memory. "Caused quite a fuss."

Glenn picks up a Korean silver hair comb with designs carved in it he turns it slowly, His mind overflowing with memory's.

"Are you ready to go back to Titanic?"

Authors note

OMG YOU ALL ARE SO NICE~ I love you all! And sorry it took so long i had to get my grades up.