A/N This week being the anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic, I would like for you all to remember the 1500+ passengers who had died on April 12th, 1912. This is a special chapter that may not be written with the fictional characters, Jack and Rose, in it, but it is indeed a tribute to all those lost souls. That list contains of, as we know, some of the richest and most influential people in the world, aswell as others who were mentioned in the movie, such as Col. John Jacob Astor, Bruce Ismay, Isidor Strauss, Maj. Archibald Butt, and, ofcourse, Thomas Andrews.

The list of the dead did consist of Captain Edward J. Smith, aswell as William McMaster Murdoch and Mr. Thomas Andrews, aswell as a few 1st class passengers, many 2nd class passengers, and even more 3rd class passengers.

As we all ought to know, both the Carpathia and the Californian were real ships. The Californian did, infact, warn the crew of the Titanic that the iceberg was coming, and because of poor connections and look-out, Mr. Ismay and White Star Line was damned. Thankfully, though, the Carpathia did come to the rescue of those who had nearly died, where Mr. Ismay had mainly been embarassed greatly. Let's not label him as a coward, for he was only clueless about what had happened.

The Titanic "died" on April 12th, 1912, measured at 882.5 feet long, 92.5 feet beam, and was 60.5 feet from the waterline to the boat deck. She was able to carry 2603 passengers, and only 2200 or so had gone on the ship. However, the lifeboat capacity was around 1178, and sadly, while the ship sank, only around 700 were saved.

One survivor of the Titanic, John Thayer, wrote "The event which not only made the world rub its eyes and awake, but woke it with a start...To my mind the world of today awoke April 15, 1912."

Anyway, back to the story...

132 2nd Street, New York City, New York

"I guess this is it, then," said Jack, after a long drive with Rose and the "Doc" in the infamous automobile of Rose "Dawson." The three of them had engaged in long conversations on the road, including woman's rights, giving birth, hopes and dreams, and especially Molly Brown's generosity towards Jack. Ofcourse, it was now Saturday, and Molly did know that the Doc was coming, but no idea who else was coming. She was all in for a surprise!

Jack made the decision beforehand to allow Rose to go inside and ring the doorbell to Molly's apartment. Jack and the Doc stood back as she clicked the buzzer, afraid of what Molly would think when she saw them; whether or not Rose's mother would be there, or worse off, Caledon Hockley. Then, they heard a response coming from the opposite end of the buzzer.

"Who is it?" they heard Molly say in her charismatic, wam voice.

"Come down and see," said Rose, trembling and whimpering.

Then, they heard a door open, and they saw a plump, middle-aged woman rush down the stairs in awe. "Rose darling, is that you?"

Rose nodded, feeling tears brim up in her eyes. She was absolutely tired of crying, but on an occasion such as this, she decided to make an exception. She had not seen Molly for ages, or in other words, while the infamous doom-stricken ship was tumbling down into the sea. "It's me, Molly."

Molly's eyes widened, as her eyes trailed off towards the door. Was she seeing who she thought she was seeing? "JACK DAWSON?" she exclaimed, taken aback by the fact that he was wearing the same exact clothes as the last time she had seen him. However, other than that, she always knew that Jack was perfect for Rose, although Ruth would have never approved of such a thing. Poor Ruth... she had never been the same after the sinking. Traumatized, as Molly would say she was.

Jack then walked up the stairs, and opened the door. Molly put her arms around both Rose and Jack, and had left big smooches on each of their cheeks. Rose was tempted to rub hers, but she had to accept it. After all, Molly was a good friend of hers. "Molly, it's wonderful to see you," Rose said quietly, focusing on Molly's eyes, trying to remember whether or not she ever gave eye contact to the poor woman. Like Molly, those memories were unsinkable, but she did wish to bring up new memories of her own.

"Well, it is wonderful to see you too, Rose darling! And you, too, Jack!" she said, with a chuckle. She then turned around and directed them up the stairs, as though she was the man of the house. "Come on up, make yourself at home!"

Rose, Jack, and the Doc both slowly stomped up the stairs, Rose holding her new long skirt up from the ground. They then were invited into Molly's house, where a kettle was burning on the stove, alongside a maid who was preparing dinner. "Hey Missy, you wanna make dinner for, say, three more people? I'm sorry if I have to put you through too much work, sweetie," Molly asked politely, with her usual scruffy tone of voice. "Come on, kids, come sit on the couch, I have some gossip for you to hear."

Rose and Jack bothed smiled at eachother, and the Doc decided to escape by going to the restroom. The couple then sat down on the beautiful, red velvet cushions in a room that was big and white, with red carpeting down at their feet. Jack gave Molly a wink, alerting her that it was perfectly fine for her to announce the "daily news of Molly Brown."

"Well, kiddos, since you two are both here, I ought to tell you one thing," she said, "and that one thing is that your mother, Rose, has been traumatized by the fact that you were gone. She thought you were dead all this time, and I'm pretty sure that when she finds out--"

"Don't tell her," said Rose, cutting her off. "Please, don't tell her about this. I don't want to go back to my old life and to have to marry Cal."

"Well, actually, I was about to say that I wasn't going to tell her a thing, for your own secrecy," Molly laughed. "Besides, you guys seem to be having a good life with eachother. Anyway, so your mother has been traumatized, and Cal has decided to support her. There is a rumor, though, that Cal will end up having Ruthie work as a seamstress, which means that it is no good for him to be around. So, along with me, how would you guys like to get Ruthie out of this situation?"

"Ruthie?" said Jack, giggling, "well, I'm up for it. I'm pretty sure Cal has already told her I'm alive."

"Yes, she has heard of that," said Molly, now going over to sit next to Jack to pat him on the back. "How about you Rose? But wait, that's right, you don't want to see your mother..."

"But I don't want to be left out," said Rose, giving Molly a distraught look. "Maybe I can work, say, behind the scenes?"

"Well, that sounds good enough," said Molly. She had always wanted someone working behind the scenes of her constant plans to help people, aswell as to give revenge. After all, Ruth and herself did become good friends after the grand ole ship did sink. Ofcourse, she did not want to be reminded of such events. "So, behind the scenes... maybe we can--"

"Dinner's ready!" said Missy the maid, coming from the large dining room.

"--discuss this later! Let's go eat, shall we?"

The three of them, now being accompanied by the Doc, both went over into the elegant, green-walled dining room, with its glazed, oak table set up in the middle of the room. Jack and Rose both took seats next to eachother, and rested their heads on their shoulders, before making a toast...

"To life!" they all said.