After Siobhan was safely settled into Lifeboat 14, her fears began to ease up slightly. They did not go away fully; after all, her world (as well as those around her) had just gone out from below everyone only a mere few hours ago. Now, however, being reunited with Lowe, she felt like she was safer. She still had to reach over and touch him, however, in order to reassure herself that this was not a dream and she was really with him. Being greeted each time with a smile, a pat, or sometimes even a kiss, she knew that deep down things would be just fine.

It felt like ages until it was light enough that they saw the Carpathia. In fact, the passengers were so relieved to see the ship that many thought it was a gift from heaven. From what she could see over the quiet ocean, there were already a couple of lifeboats alongside her and there were more that were making their way to the liner.

It was quite a chore to get all of the survivors on board. Not only did they have the frostbitten limbs and exhaustion but the lifeboats to worry about also. However, the crew of the Carpathia took everything as it came and had come up with some very successful ideas to combat the obstacles presented to them.

"Okay, Siv," Owen said while placing his hand on his friend's back. "You're next. Can you take the ladder?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "Not until you're on board. I'm not going to leave until you're okay."

"Siv," Lowe interrupted, coming over. "He's right. Don't worry - he'll soon follow." He was answered with a begrudged look from her, but she didn't say anything. She took the ladder rungs and tried to climb up, but felt a searing bolt of pain through the shoulder & arm that were injured in the sinking. She fell back into the boat, aided by her two male companions, and after she recuperated from the sudden shock of pain, crawled into the bag that was hanging over the side for those who weren't able to manage the ladder.

"Don't worry, dear," the officer called after her as she was being hoisted up. "I'll send the first doctor I see to examine your shoulder." She nodded as she looked up, drawing closer to the deck.

The Irishwoman took the hands of the two crewmen at the top and was helped on deck. Cringing from the slight recurrence of pain from her shoulder, she slowly turned her head to the right and was greeted by Catriona, a blanket, and a mug of warm milk. "Ay, Siv," her friend said. "I got us a spot over there for the three of us." They both went over to a bench that was sitting alongside the railing. Owen joined them a few minutes later. She presumed that Lowe had his duties to attend to; she didn't even see him get on board the Carpathia.

Siobhan turned outward and gazed over the ocean. There were only a few pink and red rays left from the sunrise; indeed it was truly beautiful. However, her heart went out to the people that were seeing this too because she knew that so many people didn't get the chance to.

Uncle Thomas…

Her thoughts drifted back to one of her few friends, confidantes, and her father figure. Had he come to his senses and gotten to a lifeboat? She had to find out…

"Name, miss?"

"Siobhan Andrews." As he wrote it down, she asked, "Please, sir. Can you tell me if my uncle is on the list?"

"What's his name?"

"Thomas Andrews…" He quickly scanned the list and, as he began flipping the pages, she began to feel a feeling of quiet dread.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm not seeing him on the list. He could be on another one, but if I may be frank, I'm afraid the chances are not looking good for him."

A feeling of cold numbness swept over her body. "Oh," she managed to choke out. "Well, thank you…" He nodded to her and moved off. She glanced back over the side of the ship to the two remaining lifeboats that needed to unload their passengers. Not seeing her uncle made the harsh realization a reality. As she looked up and glanced to an iceberg that was nearby, she could feel a tear starting to run down the side of her cheek. She knew without anyone having to tell her that her uncle had stayed true to his word - he had went down with his life, his hope, his dream…Titanic.

(April 17th, 1912)

A couple of days drug by after the Carpathia left the wreckage site for good. Lowe visited as much as he possibly could, but he also had a whole lot of new duties that he had been assigned to take care of. She understood that he was busy, but at the same time, she longed for his companionship after what had happened to them. However, he was true to his word, and he sent over a doctor to examine (and eventually set back in place) her dislocated shoulder. While she was happy about this, they also were forced to put her arm up in a sling - that, of which, she didn't like so much.

"Siv, I must go and help with the name collecting. I'll definitely do all I can to be with you when we arrive at New York." With that Lowe stood and, putting his hat back on, headed over to join Lightoller and Pitman, who were both going over clipboards of their own.

Some time later, she was approached by a steward of the Carpathia. "Siobhan Andrews?" She nodded. "I have a telegram for you. You're quite lucky this got through - our operator was in between messages when it came." She took it and, nodding her thanks, read it over:

My dearest niece: I hope this finds you well. Because of the unknown condition of your uncle, I have sent word to relatives of mine in New York. You are to stay with them until you can obtain passage back to Belfast, either with your uncle or on your own. They will meet you at New York Harbor - their names are Samuel and Eileen Barbour. Aunt Helen.

She then folded the message in half and put it into a pocket. "Thank you," she said, waving off the steward. A sense of relief sort of settled upon her as she realized that she would not be trapped in New York alone. She would have some support of family, no matter how indirect their relations.

(April 18th, 1912, 9 p.m.)

Siobhan pulled her blanket closer around her as the rain started to come down on the passengers who were standing outside on the decks. It was only a few hours ago that the word had swept through the Titanic's survivors like wildfire: they were nearing land. This was the moment that they had all been waiting for like crazy; both the third class survivors up through the crew.

"Siv, look!" Catriona climbed up onto the railing as Owen held on to her waist to keep her from going over. "It's the Statue of Liberty!" Indeed it was so. She felt a sense of accomplishment come over her as well as a sense of sadness.

I did it, Uncle Thomas… I made it to New York…

Before she had the chance to tear up, she heard Owen call her name. "Siv," he said pointing. "That man of yoursis trying to get your attention…" She looked in the direction that he was pointing and indeed, Lowe was there motioning for her to join him. She looked back to her two friends and saw that they were telling her to go ahead. Knowing that this might be the last time she saw the two of them, she took one last look and took off, walking quickly towards her love.

Lowe greeted her warmly as the ship made its way past the Statue of Liberty. "Come on," he said quietly to her. "Let's go join the others. They're waiting for us." He was referring to the surviving officers and a couple other members of the crew. They both went up closer to the bridge, where they were reunited with the group that was waiting for them.

Lightoller greeted them with a smile. "Have you got someone to meet you at the docks, Miss Andrews?"

"I do," she replied as she felt Lowe put his arm around her waist. Over the voyage, their relationship was no surprise to any of them and they all seemed unusually accepting of what had happened over the course of one week.

"Do they know to go to the Cunard docks?" Everyone turned to Harold Bride, the only surviving wireless operator of the Titanic, who had been confined to a wheelchair after both of his feet were somehow injured, leaving him unable to walk. Everyone turned to him with a puzzled look; obviously this was news to them. Sensing their questioning, he continued, "I heard Captain Rostron talking about it. They're going to drop the lifeboats at White Star's dock and turn back to the Cunard dock to unload the passengers."

"I hope so," she said in reply. "I sure hope so…"

It seemed to be only a matter of time before the Carpathia pulled up to her dock, getting ready to unload the Titanic's surviving passengers. "We finally made it," Siobhan mumbled to no one in particular.

"Yes…we did…" She felt Lowe plant a kiss on her head as she set her hands on top of his, which were still around her waist. She subconsciously scanned the crowds of people at the dock and tried to see if anyone looked similar to Aunt Helen.

"Siobhan…"

"Hm…?" She barely even recognized that he said something to her; he said it so quietly.

"I…I love you…"

These three words quickly snapped up her attention. She slowly turned her head to face him. "I love you too…" Her sentence was cut short as Lowe, out of the blue, kissed her.

Neither one of them picked up the pair of eyes watching them - that of which belonged to Officer Lightoller. He smiled as a chuckle escaped from his throat. "Crazy kids…" he said to himself. Making a mental note to send a telegram to his wife Sylvia as soon as he could, he moved off to join the other members of the crew who were beginning to move down to the gangplanks.

The time eventually came for the surviving crew members to set foot on solid land. They were greeted by flashing bulbs, reporters, and hordes of people who were crowding the docks. Making their way down the gangplank, Siobhan scanned the crowd once more for anyone who would probably pass for family members of Aunt Helen.

"I'm going over here to see if I can find my contacts."

"Okay," Lowe said to her, making his way along with the rest of the officers. "Come find me before you leave." She subconsciously nodded, but he had a funny feeling that she did not fully comprehend what he said. She was gone from his side, however, and he couldn't make sure that she knew what he asked of her.

He glanced over his shoulder at her and saw that indeed she had found who she had needed to find - as well as a couple of reporters who were trying to hound her for a story. He tried to go over there and stop them from harassing her but he was stopped by Lights, who wanted to tell them that they would be attempting to depart soon. Turning back to where she was, he realized in horror that she was gone.

She was gone. Without a good-bye or any sort of way to get in touch with her…

She was gone.

Yes, kids…we have another update! Shocker, I know. I'm going to aim for one last chapter in this story in order to wrap things up…though I'll leave open enough for a possible sequel in the future...not right away, though, as I do have other stories I want to update! I'll do shout-outs in the last chapter as I'm dreadfully tired and want to go to sleep…so yeah, feel free to drop a review if you'd like! :-)