"I'm sorry, young Rose." Thomas Andrews whispered as Rose and Jack ran up the slanting deck away from him. A guttural roar echoed from the ship a few minutes later. He gripped the mantel tighter. "Every man has his hopes, his dreams, and his loves. Mine was these goddamned ships. Oh, Hellen, I miss ye dearly, darlin'" Andrews muttered. A loud crack, and the ship split behind him. He felt the ship level briefly. "Good bye to life, good bye to love." he was quoting Shakespeare. The ship rose, and he dropped into the water, surfacing in the icy water, and he watched his dream sink slowly. "Damn bloody coward Ismay. Escapin' and pinnin' it all on Tommie Andrews." he muttered, before swimming towards the sinking ship.

He saw Rose and Jack gripping the rail. He grabbed it too, but he didn't let go. It dragged him down, down, down to the darkening sea. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the water as a massive air pocket blew inside the stern. Andrews lost all conscious memory, and felt himself rising up.