It was about twenty minutes later when Victor and Heather went into the room that Andrews had went in, they saw he was lying asleep on the bed in the room. Heather walked over and covered him with a wool, knitted blanket she had made herself. She walked back over to Victor and looked at him with sad, tearful eyes.
"I just want him to be ok." Heather said sadly.
Victor stared at her and nodded with a compassionate look. He hugged her warmly as tears clouded her eyes.
"I love my uncle so much, Victor." Heather said through tears.
"I know you do, Heather." Victor said as he continued to hug her. "Does he know you're his niece?"
Heather shook her head as she pulled away from Victor.
"No he doesn't." Heather said tearfully, as she wiped streaming tears away. "I haven't told him yet."
Victor nodded as she ushered her out of the room Andrews was in, and they walked back out to the living room.
"Maybe you should," Victor replied. "He should know who you are, then maybe he'll understand why you took him from the ship because right now, he seems PRETTY angry with you."
Heather sighed and frowned slightly.
"I know, I know." Heather said as she looked at Victor with an eyebrow raised. "Its that obvious?"
Victor scoffed and briefly smirked.
"Of course it is," Victor said. "I spent months and I mean MONTHS studying Thomas Andrews before playing him in Titanic, I learned his mannerisms, his moods-everything, so I can tell when he's angry and trust me, he's angry with you."
Heather looked down at the floor with sadness.
"I just wanted to help." Heather replied sadly.
Victor nodded.
"I know you did, and I know you thought you were helping, but you have to understand, Mr. Andrews is a man that-"
Victor sighed and frowned slightly.
"Well he's a man that is hurting very badly." Victor continued. "He thinks the sinking was his fault no matter what you nor I tell him. He feels responsible for the deaths of those on Titanic. He's a person who cares, truly cares about everyone and so no matter what you nor I say, we can't change history, we have to let him take his place IN history-as the hero who went down with the ship he built."
Heather looked away as tears clouded her eyes again. Victor turned her head to face him.
"Hey, don't feel sad though." Victor said with sympathy. "He's not dying-a coward, he's dying a hero, a man who is celebrated year after year for the great ship he built, no matter if it sank or not. That's a great thing, ok?"
Heather nodded as tears streamed, Victor sucked his teeth, and quickly hugged her close.
"It will be alright, Heather, really." Victor said."Maybe we can somehow-CONVINCE him to stay here, we'll see."
Victor sighed as he pulled away from her.
Suddenly, they heard loud shouting from one of the back rooms, quickly Victor and Heather got up and ran out the living room, towards one of the back rooms. The screaming was coming from the room Andrews was in and as they ran in, they saw Andrews, turning his head from side to side while asleep, he was severely crying and yelling loudly.
"No! Come back to the ship!" Andrews yelled tearfully through his sleep. "No come back! No wait! Wait for a boat! No! No!"
Victor frowned and briefly closed his eyes.
"Good God, the guy's having a nightmare." Victor said.
Heather frowned with heartbreak.
"Oh no!" Heather said as she ran over to the bed and to Andrews.
Immediately Heather began shaking Andrews to awaken, she shook him repeatedly and on the fourth shake, he awakened and sat up with a loud gasp and looked at her and Victor with wet, tearful eyes, his face frowned with horror, fear and hurt. He looked all around the room.
"I-I was dreaming," Andrews said with a tearful voice. "I was dreaming of being on titanic and people were screaming and-and-crying and some were jumping from the ship and it-it was horrible and-and I-I-"
Andrews frowned deeply and quickly shook his head as more tears clouded his eyes.
"Oh God, it was HORRIBLE!" Andrews said through tears, before covering his face with his hands and breaking into loud, severe tears.
Heather quickly hugged Andrews close in her arms as she looked at Victor with sad and shocked eyes. Victor stared at her briefly with a troubled and worried frown, before looking away and briefly closing his eyes and sighing. Both Heather and Victor knew this was bad, this was very bad. Not only was Andrews grieving from wanting to die and from being taken off his sinking ship, but now he was having terrible nightmares about the sinking. What was Heather going to do? She wanted him to stay with her in 2012, but how could she keep him there when not only did he have a wish to die, but when he was now being plagued with horrific nightmares of the sinking? Heather was in a real dilemma...
