HEY!Wrote this to "You Raise Me Up" by Westlife, I hope you like, show's how our leading lady's feeling after the split and introuduces some of my OCs. Hope you enjoy.MAJOR SPOILER in italics at the end, if you do not wish to read, skip the italics!

Twelve

12th April

12:20pm

Helen sat on the deckchair as she watched Thomas take Beth into his arms and walk over to the side of the ship, she smiled gently as Beth pointed to the vast ocean in front of her, she watched Thomas look at her and then suddenly tickle her under her chin, she heard Beth giggle and bury her head and neck in her father's coat.

Her little girl was happy.

She looked up as she heard the scuffle of boots on wood and turned to see the Lightoller boys, Andrew and Richard, trying to tackle their leather football off one another. She was left puzzled when they suddenly stopped and stood bolt upright.

She looked to her left and she saw Charles and Sylvie Lightoller walking down the boatdeck toward their sons, Sylvie broke awy from Charles and came and sat beside Helen, smiling as she greeted her "Good afternoon, Helen"

Helen smiled back "Good afternoon, Sylvie". She looked as Charles walked in front of his boys, he stopped when he reached Andrew, Charles then reached out his beauiful long hands, and with his even longer fingers her yanked Andrew's chin up "Head up, Andrew" he smiled "You're a Lightoller, be proud, don't look down". Andrew smiled "Yes, Dad"

"Good" Charles smiled, he then ruffled both his sons's hair and cocked his head to one side "Off you go, go reek havoc on some unfourtunate steward" "Charles!" Sylvie exclaimed, Charles turned to his wife and grinned at her "Okay, don't do that. Do something more productive".

Andrew and Richard both nodded simultanously before scurrying off.

Charles smiled and strode over the Helen and his wife.

Helen looked at Charles "Mr. Lightoller" she nodded. "Mrs. Andrews" Charles returned her greeting.

"How are you today?" Helen asked, intending to turn Charles' wellbeing into Henry's.

"I'm very well, thank you" Charles said.

"And the other officers? The Chief?"

"The Chief? Now, Mrs. Andrews why would you be interested in the wellbeing of our Mr. Wilde?"

"I'm just generally concerned, when I saw him last, he seemed a bit distant"

Charles chuckled "Well if he seemed distant when you saw him yesterday morning, he's away with the bloody fairies now, can't get a word out of him, not that I ever intend to, but he barely says a word, just a nod, he's lost it, he really has"

What Charles had just told her hit Helen hard. She hadn't expected Henry to be lost, almost gone, from the outside world. But it didn't matter to her anymore, he didn't matter to her.He was nothing more than a distant memory.

But you can still think about memories.

Helen stood up and called to her husband "Darling, I'm just going to check on Edward"

Thomas nodded "Allright, I won't send out a search party"

Helen laughed lightly before walking off. As she walked down the near empty hallway that led to her stateroom she felt a shadow come up behind her, she began to walk more briskly, but the shadow still came close.

She suddenly felt a hand creep across her mouth and another cold hand push her against the wall.

She couldn't scream, but she wanted to spit when she saw that familiar moustache and heard that slimy voice "I would like a word with you, Mrs. Andrews"

Okay! Thanks for reading! You don't have to read this part.

Henry had had enough. He knew it was the end.

His ocean blue eye's showed no fear, no pain, no emotion as they looked up nd into the swirling water that was beginning to engulf the aft of A-deck.

He was ready.

He was going to die.

And he knew it.

He smiled. And looked up into the clear night sky "This the fate you planned out for me, God" he smirked "Is this how you want me to go?" he paused "Very well"

Then Henry Wilde uttered his last words as A-deck had become engulfed by the ice water.

"Come on then, God. You've taken my father, my beloved, and my twin boys, you've taken evrything I held dear to me, and now you've come to take me. Come on, show me what you're made of"

He took one last puff on his cigarette before throwing it onto the deck. And closing his eyes, the sea took him.

You like, I'm planning to add a bit more, that's hopefully just a bit of a chapter.