Ten more years had past since the Titanic sank, so that would be twenty years; 1932. It was hard keeping track of the time up in heaven, because everything goes as fast as a bolt of lightning making its way to touch the earth. I was rather intrigued by where I was, how I was keeping myself occupied. It seems like it had been only yesterday when I had found the key to my house. My wife must have been wondering about whether or not it went down with the ship, which had obviously happened. She felt that it was awfully unfair. Maybe I should have shown her more gratitude back on earth, but it was too late.

Caledon Hockley arrived in heaven a few years back, probably three. I saw that he had changed, and he said that he actually saw Rose on the day of his death. He had coincidentally adopted her daughter, Cora, sixteen years beforehand because she couldn't afford her. I don't remember what happened for the years after that, because Jack had only said that she had two other kids then. Maybe she took Cora back in her own custody, I have no clue.

Everything stays the same up here in heaven, but when you look hard enough, you find things so dear to you. That's atleast what I have found. I've found old clothes, a comb, a present for my wife which I had blatantly never gotten to give her, some of Jack's art supplies that I had helped him look for, and many other things. Also, there is no night and day, although I do have to say that the sky is always blue up here. Perhaps it stays the day, because the night always reminds me of the ship sinking, since it had happened in the early hours of April 15th while the night's sky was still out there. Actually, I do sometimes miss the night an awful lot.

"Mr. Andrews, sir," said Captain Smith, poking my shoulder as I stood by the grand clock, with my hand on my chin, "Molly Brown is here to speak with you."

"Molly Brown, Captain?" I replied, astounded to see an old friend of mine up here.

"She died just now," he said to me, patting me on the shoulder blade and then taking off for his daily rounds.

I jerked myself around, and I saw the plump, the rich, the famous Molly Brown standing right in front of me. She held her arms out, with bright red lipstick surrounding her wide grin. I smiled grandly, and rushed over to give her a large embrace.

"You survived!" I exclaimed with glee. I did not cease to believe it, for Molly Brown was, infact, unsinkable.

"Well, ofcourse, I survived, sonny," she told me in her western accent. "Traumatized, yes. Freezing, yes. However, I did live."

"No need to point out the obvious, Ms. Brown," I laughed, putting my arm around her shoulders. "Here, let me show you around."

"Oh yes, the old Titanic," she chortled, "I remember this ship as though I went on it yesterday."

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, as I took Molly to the grand staircase. I saw Jack Dawson standing there, still awaiting Rose's arrival.

"Jack, she's going to live a long time, and you know that," I told him, as I climbed up the staircase with dear old Molly.

"I know, I know, it's going to be--Molly Brown?" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrow high. He immediately ran down the stairs and hugged her, almost making her fall over.

"You did not survive, did you, Jack?" she moaned, afraid of what he would say.

"I know, I told her that I was a survivor, and then it was too late," he sighed, making a rather disappointed facial expression. "I did tell her that she would survive and move on, get married and make babies... and she did so, and I'm proud of her. She's doing alright now, I watch her everyday. She even has her own daughter in custody now, ever since her husband died. I'm not sure how he died, but he did."

"Well, that's too bad," said Molly, with a mournful look on her face, her eyes facing the floor and the left half of her mouth raised, "but it's a good thing that she got to have your kid again. How old is she now?"

"Early twenties," he said, "she did not have enough time to really get to know her, for Rose had lost her sixteen years prior to Cora's adoption. However, she really enjoyed her. She was surprisingly raised well."

"Well, that's a good thing. You'd think that she'd be rather arrogant with Cal and all," said Molly, raising her eyebrows and looking at Jack straight in the eye with a smile.

"Yup, definately is," Jack said happily, proud of her daughter's personality. "Anyway, we shall go, I see that Tom is just standing there, although you are rather patient, right Tom?"

Mr. Andrews nodded his head, grunting, yet not in a bad way. He, Molly, and Jack progressed up to B deck, where Rose had stayed.

A/N It took me a long time to finally start writing again, so I'm sorry. Anyway, yeah... I got a really bad hate review today on my Harry Potter spoof, which was taken very seriously by some dumbass piece of shit who made a stereotypical race remark and told me that I needed to stop writing, and all I wrote was a SPOOF. So if you are reading this, "fuck yo couch," just simply follow my writing: go kill yourself. Thanks.