Sitting very subdued in a corner was Spicer Lovejoy. Jack could not remember him being anywhere else since they got here; or should he say, since they died here. Jack felt sorry for him. Spicer Lovejoy had given Cal his unwavering loyalty; and in return for that loyalty, Cal had left him to die on the Titanic. He was just a casualty of Cal's selfishness and sense of self-preservation. Jack had considered approaching him once before but thought better of it. 'Another time,' he had thought.

Tommy looked up and said, "Jack, you're going to join us?"

"Well, I need your help actually," Jack answered. Before Tommy could respond, Jack was sitting down telling them of his idea. Every eye in the room was on him; all were nodding their heads in agreement.

Thomas Andrews walked the deck of the Titanic just like he did every night since the ship sank. Day and night he walked all through the ship trying to figure out what he did wrong. What could he have done differently? Sometimes he passed Captain Smith and First Officer Murdoch -- they looked just as haunted as he did. They always sadly nodded at each other and continued on their own way, both knowing what the other was looking for and both unable to find it. It was a sad existence for eternal peace. But they considered it a just sentence for sending fifteen hundred people to their deaths. At least that was how they saw it.

'Sleep soundly, young Rose, I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She's all the lifeboat you need'

Had he really been that arrogant? It sounded like something Mr. Ismay would say. 'Well I have paid dearly for it,' thought Thomas Andrews.

Tonight he was more haunted than usual. The conversation between Jack and the other lads had made him heartsick. Those lads had promising lives ahead of them. Then a single iceberg took it away. But what really bothered him was how well they had accepted their fate -- even Jack. He fought it sometimes, but he fought the life he missed having with Rose, not the life he was living before her. He had always admired Jack. It took a lot of courage to have dinner in first class, all the while knowing he was supposed to be the butt of Cal's cruel joke. Maybe Cal should have thought twice about making Jack Dawson somebody's joke. He kept his dignity all through dinner; completely winning them over with his down to earth attitude and charm. He was even able to put Ruth in her place without dragging himself down. Ruth never knew what hit her. Thomas smiled at the memory. He felt he owed both Jack and Rose, that somehow he could have prevented this awful tragedy from occurring. They would still be together if the ship had never sunk. Every time he heard Jack's anguished cries, he felt as if the ship was sinking all over again. He was consumed with guilt. Thomas had purposely gone out of his way to comfort Jack when he was in despair, seeking some sort of absolution in giving Jack solace. Though it helped knowing he gave Jack some comfort, he never really found the peace he was so desperately searching for.

"Thomas, Thomas where are you?" Jack was yelling.

Thomas looked up. 'Now what could be happening?' he thought.

Jack spotted him on the by the Officers Quarters. Almost out of breath from running all over the ship, Jack gasped, "I have been looking all over for you."

"Is something wrong?" Thomas asked. "Is everything all right?" Now he was very concerned.

"I need you to come with me to the grand staircase."

"Why?" Thomas asked, puzzled.

"Don't ask, just follow.," Jack said, grabbing his arm.

When they reached the top of the stairs, every single person who had perished on the Titanic was gathered there.

"What's this all about?" Thomas said, totally baffled. He then spotted Captain Smith and Officer Murdoch looking just as confused as he felt.

"We have something we would like to tell all three of you," Jack said, trying to keep his voice level.

The three men stood starring into the faces of the crowd before them, each man lost in his own thoughts of guilt and remorse. There were so many faces, so many senseless deaths.

Jack swallowed hard and began, "Not one of us who stands before you now blames you for our deaths. It was accident. It was God's way of saying to mankind, ‘Never boast there is something I cannot do. For I shall step forward and prove mankind wrong.' So God did, he sunk the unsinkable ship. That was what happened that night. If anything, let's hope that the land of the living learns something from the tragedy so that our deaths should not be in vain. Our blood should not be on your conscience. It was mankind who bragged in the face of God, not the ship's carpenter or officers. You all need to forgive yourselves. Each one of you did the best you could to save lives that night. There was nothing more that could be done. I, for one, want to thank you for doing the best you could under the circumstances." With that, Jack shook each man's hand.

One by one, steerage and first class walked up to each man, Thomas Andrews, Captain Smith, and Will Murdoch and thanked them for doing the best they could.

Tommy made it a point to hug Officer Murdoch and whisper quietly in his ear, "Will, it is all right. It was an accident." Both men knew what he was referring to.

The three stood in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes or ears. Not one person blamed them. Some hugged them; others shook their hands. One steerage woman kissed each of them on the cheek. Slowly it started to sink in. They were only mortal men. They couldn't fight fate, Mother Nature or even God himself and expect to win. All they could do was what they had already done. Peace and forgiveness began to fill each one of them. Tears streamed down their faces.

"Looks like running around the ship like chickens with our heads cut off and gathering everyone up was worth it," Tommy said to Jack.

Jack nodded and said, "I am late. I have to go."

"I hate it when he vanishes like that," Tommy said to Fabrizio.

"Women do that to you," Fabrizio answered.

Both men laughed and rolled their eyes. They knew their friend would never change. In reality they never wanted him to. Jack did a good thing tonight. He gave three lost souls peace and forgiveness that would last eternity. Who would want to change a friend like that?

She sat quietly on the bed in her hotel room. Brandon's room was across the hall. He was already fast asleep. Rose had checked before she started to talk to Jack. As much as she loved Brandon, she would never speak of Jack to him. She would never speak of Jack to anyone. It was a secret only she and Jack would share. It was the only intimacy she stilled shared with Jack. She would never do anything to jeopardize it. Her pictures were spread out on the dresser. She fell back on her bed gazing at them.

"Jack, you're never going to believe what happened today." she whispered.

Sitting right next to her, Jack thought, 'No Rose, you won't believe what happened to me tonight.'