A/N I have recently decided that I've wanted to do a story based on Mr. Andrews, but yet after the Titanic had sunk, and in the heaven scene before Rose came in. I hope you will all enjoy this.

That was the last time I had seen Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson, as they had watched me prepare to go down with the ship. I had suspected that by then that Caledon Hockley wasn't too important in Rose's life. Infact, I had never seen any chemistry between the two of them. I remember that whenever I saw her, I could tell that her heart never rested in Cal's--nor in mine, ofcourse--but definitely had rested in Jack's. They were the miracle of life, the two of them... to think that'd they'd be so traumatized by the time this is over would be too terrible. I had no idea whether or not they would survive this tragedy, but who knows? Maybe they would be popping out numerous kids and naming them after eachother in the future.

As I adjusted the clock to the time of which the Titanic will be fully underwater, all I could do was to stand there and wait--wait for what was to be my death. I just waited and waited, watched the water rise up above the windows... watched the precious china fall down onto the floor. I knew all along in my heart that this bloody ship of wood and iron would sink, I just didn't follow my gut. If I had known such things would happen, I would not have designed such a thing in the first place. However, having seen the wonders on this ship that had brought people together, such as Jack and Rose, I began to think that everything had happened for a reason. It was something that God wanted to happen, all so that others could learn from past mistakes... such as my own.

The next thing I knew, the water bursted through the portholes and swallowed me into its grave. I felt myself fall unconscious, as I battled to get atleast some air out of all this pain, this misery. Beforehand, I was sure that out in the outside world, people would be remembering me not as a coward, but moreso as someone with good in his heart. They would know that I did not advertise the "fact" that this ship was unsinkable. They would atleast know just how crazy this experience has been. Poor Rose, poor Jack, poor Ruth, poor Cal, poor Captain Smith, poor Molly Brown. This will all have sunk into their memories by now, just as I was being sucked down by the ship.

The second I went unconscious, I awoke in a strange place--the hall of the Titanic! It seems as though this was just a dream, as people kept on appearing out of nowhere. However, I knew that this was all a chaotic nightmare, with men crying because they could not have been with their wives on the lifeboats, alongside women who would never see their dear children again. Infact, whole families had begun to appear by then, mainly families who had been labelled as the "third class" passengers. I saw some specific first class men I had known, yet I did not see Caledon Hockley or any of his friends. I could see Captain Smith, as he had been rushing about looking for me.

"Over here, sir!" I shouted, as I got up off the floor. "Over here, captain!"

I saw the faithful captain pause for a moment, and afterwards, had turned towards me. "Mr. Andrews, good God," he gasped, "where are we? Do you know anything about this?"

I stood there for a moment, and looked below me. I could see an aerial view of the Titanic, as it was sinking under my feet. "Sir, I think we might be in heaven," I said, giving a weak smile. I had always wanted to be in heaven, but I had no idea it would be in this ship.

"So you're saying that all of us are dead by now?" said Captain Smith. "I mean, I know I'm dead, but everyone else here? What are we going to tell them?"

"Oh, they will figure it out soon. Infact, I'm sure that others have figured it out already as we did," I responded faintly, still looking down at what was becoming of the terror below. It was now all the way underwater, and almost a hundred bodies were now floating in the water, with a boat searching about, and about six others moving about. I noticed one person in particular swimming over to an officer to blow his whistle. The person happened to be a woman, with glistening red hair and a blue jacket wrapped around her. It could not have been Rose, could it?

"Mr. Andrews!" I heard, coming from behind me. I realized that it was dear Jack Dawson. "Mr. Andrews!"

"Mr. Dawson, I'm very sorry that this had to happen, I swear--" I said, as he came up to me with tears trinkling down his cheeks. I did not know what to do about him, and I did not know how to explain of this to him.

"Mr. Andrews, I know you're sorry, and it's not your fault! I was just wondering if you have seen Rose anywhere," he stated, looking at me as though he had just seen a ghost. "I was in the water with her, and I had told her that she was going to survive, and have lots of babies, and that she would die warm in bed, and--"

"Dawson, is it? Yes, Mr. Dawson... I believe she is down there being put onto a boat," I said, as my vision grew closer to the woman who I had noticed beforehand. She was most definitely Rose, and she was most definitely still living. "I believe she is a survivor as of now."

I was still very disappointed that she had not followed my advice to get onto a lifeboat right after I had told her that the ship was going to sink, but for once I noticed just how good life was. I faced Jack once more, and looked up into his eyes. "You should be happy for her," I said, "and when she dies, I'm sure she will be coming back for you."

"Thankyou, sir," Jack sighed, being somewhat disappointed, yet also very happy. "She will come back for me... when she is much older. I swear, that woman is going to go on, and she is going to live to be a hundred when she dies, and she will have told our story to someone. He will want the Heart of the Ocean, but I know she won't give it to him. Yes, it will all end this way."

"Sir--" I said, holding in a chuckle. But what was the use? God was probably already hearing his request by now. I turned back to the humble, old Captain Smith, and sighed heavily.

"Captain," I exclaimed, "I want you to make the announcement that we are in heaven, because I'm sure that if people are believing that they are in hell, they are very much wrong. Please, do go ahead and tell them this. I was a passenger on this ship, so I shouldn't be making the announcement, but you were the one everyone would listen to."

"I will, Mr. Andrews," he said, giving me a pat on the shoulder. He then blew his whistle very loudly. "May I have your attention please!"

A few people turned to look at him, and as he blew the whistle again, others seemed to have followed. Over a thousand faces were now facing him, who had ranged from class to class. The many first class gentlemen who had not made it to the lifeboats gazed at his appearance. They would have thought that such a man would have decided to get onto a lifeboat and would have aided the lifeboats all together, but he was brave enough to go down with the ship.

"Face me everyone," he shouted, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding him. "Now, I want you all to be aware that this is no hell we are in, but rather a heaven. Everyone who has died on the catastrophe down before is up here, no matter what sins you all have commited or what cultures you all support. We are all in this together. If you look down below, you will be able to look what who you want to look at, whether it be a family member, someone who may have had a relationship with, a good friend, or an enemy. If you look around here, you might be re-united with good friends and other family here, but don't be surprised if you have lost anyone. Infact, you have not lost anyone, because they have all lost you. They are all alive down there, and as of now, we are all going to accept the fact that we are all dead, and that we all have died... on the Titanic. The ship of dreams. I am deeply sorry about this."

"It's-a not your-a fault-a!" one Italian man with bushy, black eyebrows had said. "It's-a that-a man, Ismay's, fault-a!"

"Now now, all Mr. Ismay wanted was Titanic to make headlines, but yet, he had gotten his headline," said a solemn Captain Smith, shaking his head. He could see Mr. Ismay below, being thrown into absolute embarassment for what he had suggested before--to light the rest of the boilers.

The people facing the captain nodded their heads in grief, imagining how their loved ones were now doing, trying to find out of any of their loved ones had died with them. The Italian man who had spoken had found his love, aswell as a few friends of his, including a little girl who could have been saved if I had ordered more lifeboats, if I had ordered all the gates to be opened. If I had not put the gates there in the first place...

Once Captain Smith had gathered up all of his thoughts, he turned back to me and embraced me. "I'm so sorry," he said, looking at the wall behind me.

"It's not your fault... if I had not built a stronger ship, this would not have happened."

Then again, he did not know that.