Simon and I raced to Quentin's quarters, which was where we had all agreed to meet back because it was on the side of the ship that wasn't stuck in the water yet. The whole ship was already at an angle, and we managed to approach his room from one of the steepest points.

We fought our way up, holding onto door handles and whatnot, and finally, we emerged through the doorway. "Simon, Chelsea, good," Quentin sighed. Mark stumbled in from a different door right after we got there. "Mark, excellent. Come in. And in those trousers." Everyone appeared to be present. Gavin grabbed my hand and pulled me over to where he was hanging onto a pole that ran from the ceiling to the floor. I latched my arms around it while he hooked one of his around it. "So, we'll be safe here for a while. That captain thinks we've got till dawn before we go the full Titanic. We've sent out official distress call, and I'm sure someone will rescue us soon." The ship jerked again, and my feet slid out from under me. Everyone else either fell or held onto something very tightly.

"Really?" Simon asked as the Count pulled him back to his feet.

"Really," Quentin answered.

Angus nervously spoke up, "Can I just say something, then? I know I'm not the most popular guy on the boat. On the radio I'm fine. In the flesh, there's something that people just don't warm to. I know. I just wanna say, the three years here, I've been closer to finding friendship than I've ever been in my life." Gavin rolled his eyes and sighed. "And I'd rather have had that and die than not have had it and live. I think." Something crashed elsewhere on the ship. "Maybe not. No actually."

"Ang, come on!" Simon said, going over an putting an arm around his shoulders. "You're being ridiculous!"

"I'm not popular."

"No, that's...every group needs a fall guy, Ang, and yeah, sure, you've been it, but it's not...it's just been a joke. You know? I mean, look here, everybody who actually loves this nut, raise your hand." Slowly, hands went up around the room. I raised my hand, but both Gavin and the Count beside me shook their heads. Dave, also, did not raise his hand.

"David?" Angus asked concernedly.

"Be honest!" Simon said.

Again slowly, hands started to go down. Every single one. Simon's face lost its enthusiasm and Angus was like, "Really? Guys!" Gavin and the Count just burst into laughter, then everyone started laughing.

I couldn't help but laugh too. I called, "When you say love, Simon...that has a lot involved! I mean, really..."

Finally, Angus just laughed too. "Come on, you guys," he said.

"Wait a minute. Where's Bob?" Carl interjected. "Where's my dad?" Silence suddenly took over. He looked around at us, then turned and scurried out the door.

"Dad...," I whispered, a little shocked. I shook my head clear, then said, "So, who's broadcasting?"

"No one," John answered. "203 meters on the medium waveband is silent for the first time."

I looked around at everyone, but my eyes caught on the Count. He knew what I was thinking, and he gave me a nod of approval. "Well, do excuse my language, but fuck that right, left, and center. Count, if you will accompany me, please..." I saluted everyone, then ran out the door.

The Count and I fought our way down to the studios. Water was starting to run down stairwells and come in through light fixtures. I was starting to feel claustrophobic, and I wasn't even a diagnosed claustrophobic. Still, if being a DJ was my life, then I was going to hang onto with everything I had until the sea took it away. I got the Count set up at a microphone, then walked around to stand beside him as he talked. "To all of our listeners out there, this is what I have to say. God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place." I looked over my shoulder when I saw Gavin come in. He waded through the now waist deep water to my side. "But all over the world, young men and young women will always dream dreams and put those dreams into song."

I took the mike from him. "Nothing important dies tonight!" I said heatedly. "Just a few ugly guys and a crappy ship. The only sadness tonight is that, in future years, there will be so many fantastic songs that it will not be our privilege to play." Gavin nodded and put a hand on my back. I glanced at him, while continuing, "But, believe you me, they will still be written. They will still be sung. And they will be the wonder of the world."

I handed off the mike to Gavin who simply said, "Hit it." The Count flicked the switch on the record player, starting Wouldn't It Be Nice by the Beach Boys. I stared at the record going around on the player wishing I could wake up. It wasn't happening. Gavin took one of my hands and started pulling me towards the door. "I think we better go," he said to both me and the Count.

The Count looked at the two of us, noted our joined hands, and smiled. "You do what you gotta do," he said. It suddenly occurred to me what this was. Even if we only had about an hour left to live, Count was passing on his mantle of Chelsea protector to the new guy. It also occurred to me how corny it was. That's probably why he didn't actually say it. Gavin nodded. I guess he figured it out too. Then he started pulling me out the door again. We were only a few inches out of sight when the Count added, "Chicken!"

I looked up at Gavin, and Gavin looked down at me, and we both grinned. We stuck out heads back around the door, and Gavin laughed. I gave the Count a thumbs up, then said, "Hurry out, yeah?"

"Sure thing, beautiful," he answered, waving. I blew him a kiss, then left.

Gavin and I had to fight through a lot of water to get to the door to get out. About half way there, I broke down and started crying. "Gavin," I called. He stopped and spun around. "I'm really scared," I admitted.

He struggled to me, then wrapped his arms about me tightly, hugging me to his chest. "Yeah, me too, Chels," he said. "Let's not give in though, right? You've gotta be cheeky, and I've gotta be gorgeous. Can't do that if we're scared. Well, I might be able to, but..."

I laughed and poked him in the ribs. "Cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?"

"I've never known a better one," he replied, just as he had months before. "Come on, love. We'll definitely drown quicker in here."

"Ok. Let's go."

Finally, we burst free of the confines of the ship's belly, and swam to the steps going to the back end which was sticking in the air. Just as we got there, Angus cried, "How about this situation here? You can't fuck your way out of this one, Mark! We're gonna die!"

Gavin took my hand, then called up to the others all clinging to railings at the top, "We are going to live forever!"

"Gavin! Chelsea!" they all cried happily.

As we clambered up, I said, "So, this is where the party is!"

As he was lighting a cigarette, Quentin said, "Come on up. Relax, enjoy yourself."

Dave offered me his hand, so I took it, and he helped me up a little farther. I grabbed onto some rails, then turned and pulled Gavin up. He held onto the rails with one arm on each side of me, kind of helping me stay where I was. ¾ of the ship was under water now, and only our little end remained. All the lights cut off and Wouldn't It Be Nice faded away in a sickly, horror movie kind of way. "It's not getting better," Quentin sighed.

As if to agree, the ship jerked, then started sinking ten times faster than it had been. I screamed. Felicity screamed. All the guys yelled something. Gavin cried, "This is it! We are going to die!"

I grabbed his jacket with one hand and shook him as hard as I could given the funky angle. "Pull it together!" I yelled extremely unconvincingly at him. "You're suppose to tell me it's ok!" The ship lurched downwards again, so I screamed again. Gavin, obviously not knowing how to handle any of it, just cut my scream off with a vicious kiss. That worked for me.

"Wait!" Simon called from the top.

We all looked up at him. "What?" someone cried.

"A boat!" he answered.

"How big? How big a boat?" Angus asked frantically.

"It's not actually just one boat."

"Two boats?" Quentin asked.

"Three boats?" Felicity followed.

"It's ever so slightly more than three boats!" Simon answered them.

"How many damn boats?" I yelled up at him, a little annoyed that he had interrupted that very interesting kiss.

"I think the technical term is a fuck load of boats!" We all got to where we could see. That term had definitely described it well. "They're everywhere!"

I screamed happily and laughed. People were calling out our names as we cheered. One sign caught my attention. 'WE HEARD YOU' it said. My chest swelled with pride and fondness for our listeners. That's when I noticed the boats full of guys with signs that had my name on them. "Oh, christ," I muttered.

"Look!" Gavin said, pulling me to my feet. "It's your fans! Come on, guys!" he told the others. "Let's get off this sinking piece of junk!" We climbed over the railing to the edge of the boat, and he took my hand tightly. "Don't let go," he said, smirking.

"Gavin," I said plainly, "I'm not letting the opportune moment pass me by. I love you."

He smiled and shrugged. "I know you do, pigeon. I love you too." Then, he jumped, and we were falling through the air. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. We hit the freezing water, and I was afraid I was going to lose my grip on his hand, but he clung to me as we kicked our way to the surface.

The others were joining us in the water, one after the other. Finally, it came down to just Angus. "Oh...I still can't swim!" he cried before haphazardly jumping in.

Once Gavin and I broke the surface, we let go of each other so we could actually swim. He flipped around and stared doing a back stroke, and boy, did he look cocky. I just laughed and splashed some water at him. He kicked hard and returned the favor. Everyone was finding their way to a boat, so Gavin looked around. "Come with me," he called over his shoulder. "I know these guys!" I followed him to this classy yacht, stunned. They pulled him on board, then he turned around and offered his hand to me. Once I was on deck, a finely dressed woman put a towel around me.

"There now, you must be freezing!" she said.

"Bit of an understatement," I answered through chattering teeth.

She laughed. "Let me get you another. I'll be right back."

Gavin exchanged some words and a hand shake with the husband, then came to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "You ok?" he asked.

I nodded, shivering. "I'm fine."

"Good." He reached into his pocket and pulled out those sunglasses, then promptly put them on. "Everything's going to be just fine," he said, nodding.

I just laughed and threw my arms around his neck. He picked me up and spun me around a few times, laughing right along with me. When he sat me down, I saw Kevin on a boat with Carl and Marianne. He threw his fists up in the air and smiled at me. I pointed out at him, just so he'd know I saw. Then, the ship creaked and moaned as it made it's final dive beneath the waves, and I remembered that we'd left someone behind. I left Gavin's embrace and walked to the side of the boat, staring at Radio Rock as it submerged, a bunch of record covers floating around. "Where's the Count?" I whispered, searching the area desperately. The air was eerily silent because everyone had watched the ship go under, saddened. I stared at the rolling bubbles and whitecaps that surrounded the sink site. "This isn't going to happen," I said defiantly, closing my eyes. "This isn't going to happen."

My eyes flew open when there came a very loud disturbance of the water. When the waves had cleared, I could see the Count treading water, and I just threw my hands in the air and cheered. Everyone did. The result was this thunderous roar of happiness, and it sounded good. "ROCK 'N' ROLL!" Count cried. All around, his victorious cry was echoed.

I stuck my fist in the air and exclaimed, "ROCK 'N' ROLL!"

Gavin walked up behind me, put his chin on my shoulder, and said, "Because the only thing that makes sense of this crazy world...is rock and roll."