Written by Kelly Roberts and Viola
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

"I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory."

Something in Rose’s words echoed through Lovett’s brain. "I don’t even have a picture of him…" The image of the drawing rose up before his eyes. He realized that he’d seen the woman in the picture before...he’d seen young Rose before.

Brock asked to be excused and walked down the corridor to the archives, where he had written accounts from Titanic survivors. He opened a filing cabinet and started rummaging through the documents. Officer Lowe’s account. He removed the document and walked out to the corridor, where the light was better, to have a closer look at it. His memory hadn’t failed him--Officer Lowe salvaged a Biograph camera from the wreckage in the hopes that the film might have captured some of Titanic’s last moments. Brock dropped the document and dashed back up the hall to find Lewis Bodine.

"Lewis! Lewis!" he called.

"Yeah...what is it?"

"Can you come here for a second?"

Lewis excused himself and went to see what all the fuss was about. Brock explained to him and they both dashed into the preservation room. Lewis started talking rapidly to a member of the preservation team. The woman brought in a large folder and Lewis started flipping through its pages. After a few minutes, he looked up at Brock.

"Officer Lowe definitely picked up a camera from the wreckage. He was going to send it to the coroner--he thought there might be some of Titanic’s last moments on the film. However, it never reached the authorities--Officer Lowe left it in an attic trunk for safekeeping and forgot about it. After several decades, one of his descendants brought it to the Titanic museum, where the restoration team attempted to preserve it. The camera had been damaged by the effects of salt water, but the film remained intact. This was preserved--and here it is," said Lewis, gesturing towards a small box one of the preservation team was holding.

"We developed the negatives after preserving the film--I think we showed you the pictures," said the man. He picked up the folder resting beneath the box and handed it to Brock. Brock opened the folder carefully, with Lewis looking on. There, in sepia tones, were images of two young women and two young men. There was a scene where a young man appeared to be pleading with young Rose, a scene in which two young men were having an imaginary shootout, and a scene where one of the young men was being served by the two young women.

Lewis and Brock looked at each other, and back down at the photo.

"Do you know what we’ve found?" asked Brock. Lewis nodded.

"I think we should show Rose," said Lewis. The two men walked back to the room and Brock bent down to Rose’s wheelchair.

"Rose, when you were on the ship, did you ever pose for any pictures?" he asked.

Rose looked at him oddly. "I told you about Daniel’s camera, didn’t I?" she said.

Brock nodded slowly. He gestured to Lewis, who stepped forward. "Uh...look in the folder."

Rose opened the folder carefully and stared at the images. She sat there, stunned. "How did you get these?"

Brock sat down. "The camera was found floating in the wreckage--an officer salvaged it."

Rose shook her head in amazement. "I can't believe it," she said.

"What is it, Nana?" Lizzy asked, the only one confused about the contents of the very old-fashioned camera that Brock and Lewis had brought in.

"A part of the story I’ve told you only vaguely, about Mr. Marvin having a camera," said Rose. "These are pictures of Jack, Lizzy."

"My, my, Nana, wasn’t he a handsome one?" Lizzy asked, teasing her grandmother.

"Yes," said Rose. "Yes, he was."

"Could you tell us that part again, Rose?" asked Brock, gesturing to the pictures.

"But I don’t understand," said Rose. "Daniel’s camera was a motion picture camera. These are stills."

"We were unable to find a camera small enough to play the movie reel," said Lewis. "We had the film developed frame by frame instead."

"I see," said Rose. "I believe I might have an old Biograph camera in storage at my home. Would you mind giving the reel to Lizzy?"

"No, not at all," said Brock. "I’ll get it out and you can retrieve it later. All right, Miss Calvert?"

"Sure," said Lizzy, and she turned to Rose again.

"It was April thirteenth, and Jack and I were on deck. I had wanted to thank him for pulling me over the rail and lying for me," Rose said. She watched them all nod as they remembered that part of the story. "We began talking about our goals and dreams, and I was talking about how much I hated being stuck in the society of first class."

Rose looked up. She was surprised to find that they were looking at her intently. "I see that my tale has taken its toll on you," she said, laughing. It made them laugh as well.

"Sorry," said Brock, placing a hand over his mouth. "Please, Rose, go on."

"We began talking about our goals and dreams, and I was thinking about what I’d like to be," said Rose. "All of a sudden, I looked to my left, and there was Daniel Marvin and his wife...what was her name? Mary? All of a sudden, I shouted out a motion picture actress! and I pulled Jack along with me into the scene. Daniel looked shocked at first, but then he smiled, getting into it as a makeshift director."

"So it was your first time on camera, Nana?" asked Lizzy.

"Oh, yes," said Rose. "Daniel’s father worked for the Biograph people and he had one of the very first motion picture cameras. He got into us right away. Still, Mr. Lovett, I can’t believe you have these. This is the first time I’ve seen Jack in decades. I can hardly believe that you have these."

"They are an amazing artifact from the Titanic," said Brock. "And I would like to ask your permission to hand them over to the Titanic Historical Society for display in their museum."

"As long as I may still have the original reel," said Rose.

"Of course, Rose," said Brock. He turned to Lizzy. "Miss Calvert, would you like to come with me and get the reel?"

"Sure," said Lizzy, and she stood, hugging herself in the chilly ship.

"I’m going to head to bed, Lizzy," said Rose, and she stood, leaning on her cane.

"Nana, let me help you," said Lizzy, and she started to walk to her.

"No, I’ll do it," said Lewis. "You go with Brock, Miss Calvert."

"Thank you, Mr. Bodine," said Lizzy, and she didn’t look back as she and Brock walked off to the next room.

*****

"Do you think she was really there?" Lizzy asked.

"I’m a believer," said Brock as they walked on deck later that evening.

"Thank you," said Lizzy. "For being nice to her."

"My pleasure, Miss Calvert."

"Please, it’s Lizzy."

"Lizzy," Brock repeated.

*****

That night, when Lizzy returned to her stateroom and got into bed, all she could do was think. She had to think about her grandmother’s story, and why she had never heard anything about it. She tried to remember any stories she might have heard about her grandmother’s life before she became an actress, but she could think of none. All she knew of her grandmother were the pictures that she always carried around with her--of herself on a horse, one of her acting pictures, and pictures of the family that extended around her as she had children and they had children and some of them had children, now.

She finally fell asleep and what she saw in her dreams kept her peaceful. She seemed to be going deeper and deeper into the ocean, until she reached the Titanic. But, Lizzy thought, she was not there. She was watching her grandmother walk onto the Titanic that was quickly becoming shiny like new again. Rose walked though the doors to the ship’s Grand Staircase, something Lizzy had never seen in color. It was more spectacular than any of the books she had seen with pictures of the Titanic in them. Lizzy saw her grandmother reunited with her long lost love, Jack Dawson, and Lizzy saw all the people who had died on the Titanic clapping for them.

She woke up happy, knowing her grandmother was reunited with her true love. But then she realized what the dream meant and she ran to her Nana’s bed. As she had guessed, Rose had died in her sleep. What Lizzy had seen in her dream was what had happened to her grandmother and Jack.

Lizzy called for Brock and anyone else who was around, and they all came to her aid. "I’m so sorry," Brock said to Lizzy.

"No," said Lizzy. "It was her time. She told her story, the story she had been keeping to herself for so long. I’m just glad I was the one to hear it. I had a dream last night. She’s been reunited with Jack now."

"I think you’re right," said Brock. "You still have that film?"

"Of course," said Lizzy.

"Lewis located a camera. Someone’s going to bring one to us."

"I should be going home," said Lizzy. "As soon as the next helicopter can fly in and take Nana."

"I know," said Brock. "But there won’t be one coming until tonight. They’ll take you and Rose back."

"All right, Mr. Lovett," said Lizzy. "Then let’s watch the movie."

Lizzy and Brock were brought a small camera, which they set the reel up to. It squeaked from not being used in years, but the pictures came out, moving ones of the negatives that Brock and Lewis had developed. Lizzy and Brock were the first people to see Jack and Rose together, the first people to know that Jack had in fact existed.

The End.

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