Muriel stood on the bow of the Titanic. She was watching the sun rise and felt so lonely. She didn't know where Tommy or the children were, she just hoped they were alright. Muriel turned to go inside. Maybe everyone was waiting for her.

As she walked along the deck of the ship, she couldn't help but notice something was wrong. She could've sworn that the ship was sinking the night before. What happened? Why did the Titanic look to be perfectly fine now?

Muriel reached out to open the door to third class. For some reason the door was locked.

"Hello?" she said knocking on the door. "Hello? Why is this door unlocked?"

"Because you shouldn't be here…"

Muriel gasped and turned around. Out of nowhere, she was surrounded by nearly every third class passenger she had seen onboard the ship. Only a few people were missing. Where was Tommy? Where were her brother and sisters?

"What's happening?" Muriel asked. "Why shouldn't I be here?"

"You're not ready to come here yet."

Ita and Cormick stood at the front of the crowd looking at her.

"Mother", Muriel smiled. "Papa. There you are! Tommy and I have been looking for you!"

She turned, looking back and forth, trying to find Tommy. He was nowhere to be found.

"Where is Tommy? Has anyone seen him?"

"Muriel, he's not here", Ita said. "Neither him or the children are here. You shouldn't be here either."

"But why not?" Muriel asked. "Why isn't he here?"

"Because he isn't dead", Cormick answered.

She looked at him confused and looked around. Dead? So everyone here on the Titanic was dead? Muriel looked around on the third class dead. All the passengers looked at her a little bit sad. She could recognize some faces in the crowd. Fabrizio and Helga stood together. They were dead? Muriel looked up at the first class dead. There were a lot less people up there but it was mostly men. Most noticeable were the captain, as well as Thomas Andrews, the ship's designer, as well as John Jacob Astor, one of the world's richest men.

Muriel looked over the railing of the Titanic surprised to see it wasn't floating though water, it was floating through the clouds. Something like this would never happen in the real world.

"Wait", Muriel gasped. "If everyone here is dead…Mother, Papa…you're dead?"

"I'm afraid so", Ita said. "You know me, I could never leave your father."

Muriel looked at her parents as tears came to her eyes. She couldn't believe both of her parents were dead. Ita smiled sadly as she reached out, wiping the tears away.

"It's okay, dead", she said. "It's for the best."

"But, what about the children? What will they do without you?"

"They still have you and Tommy", Cormick answered. "Promise you'll take care of them. Tommy will take care of you, I know it."

Ita and Cormick wrapped their arms around their daughter.

"It's okay", Ita said. "Live a long and happy life. Marry Tommy, have children with him. We will see you again at the proper time."

Tommy sat in a room, watching over Muriel. The previous night had to have been the longest of his life. Sitting in a lifeboat with Muriel and the children, watching the Titanic split in half and sink with so many people still onboard. Hearing the people in the ocean screaming for help. Only one boat went back to help. Only a handful of people were saved, more than half of the passengers on the ship were dead, men, women and children.

The people in the lifeboats couldn't believe their luck. Early the next morning, they were saved by another ship, the Carpathia. The seriously injured passengers were given rooms inside while everyone else waited outside on the decks.

Tommy sat with warm tea in his hands. He refused to rest until he saw Muriel wake up with his own eyes.

"Tommy…"

He suddenly jumped wide awake and looked up to see Muriel looking at him with open eyes.