Epilogue

True to their word, Jack and Lizzie boarded the 10:00pm train, not caring where it was going. They were halfway to Pennsylvania before they realized that they wanted to get out of America for a while. They promptly got off at the next stop, bought two tickets for a flight to England, and were overseas by the next morning.

Jack and Lizzie traveled Europe for a while, Lizzie showing him all the new European inventions and Jack reminiscing about how all the monuments and churches were the same as they had been when he traveled Europe in 1912. However, as both of them had been to Europe already (Lizzie had gone on vacation there one summer, and Jack of course had traveled it before he boarded Titanic), they only stayed there for a year or two. After that, they decided to venture to less common travel spots, such as the snowy mountains of Russia, the fierce jungles of South America, and the tiny towns in Africa where there was no technology.

Reporters followed them constantly at first, but eventually got tired of chasing them down and moved on to other topics. After around ten years of travel, they returned back to the United States, where "the frozen man" was little more than a myth. In time, they ended up settling down in Santa Monica of all places. It was a nice change of scenery for both of them, and a comfortable little town. Jack opened an art museum featuring his work and the work of other little-known street artists, while Lizzie published several best-selling books on Rose's, Jack's, and her own experiences with Titanic. They had two beautiful children: a girl with blue-green eyes and sleek blond hair named Jocelyn, and a boy with icy blue eyes and a mop of curly blond hair named Dillon.

Brock, meanwhile, had followed Joshua's advice: he quit his job and traveled the world. He didn't have to worry about expenses because, though not many people knew it, his job had gotten him very rich over the years. Unlike Jack and Lizzie, he stuck to traveling in Europe, and eventually met a dark-haired Italian beauty with a sweet personality named Marietta while traveling in Rome. She helped him forget all about Lizzie, and he brought her back to America and married her.

As Brock was tired of the Atlantic Ocean and aching for a change of scenery, he and Marietta built their home in Venice Beach, California, about 20 minutes away from Santa Monica. Marietta died young from cancer, but not before she had given birth to a baby boy with thick dark hair and light brown eyes, christened John.

Jack Dawson died at the age of 61, having lived a good, full life. Both Jocelyn and Dillon were fully grown by then, and had both moved away to pursue their careers. Brock's son John moved away as well. Lizzie and Brock continued to live on, growing old less than twenty minutes away from each other, unknowing of each other's presence.

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Brock Lovett got in line behind an elderly woman at a grocery store. His back was stooped from old age, his arms laden with Quaker's Oatmeal formula and a pack of golf balls that he was planning to use with his buddies that afternoon.

"Will that be all you're buying, Miss Elizabeth?" the cashier's voice rang out. Brock didn't pay much attention, lost in thought of when his son's next visit would be.

"Yes, pancake mix is all I need for now," the elderly woman in front of him responded. "I always make pancakes on Fridays, you see. I have ever since I was a little girl."

Something stirred inside Brock as the cashier mumbled a reply. Pancakes on Fridays... Several memories popped up in the forefront of his mind. A laughing woman with blond hair and green eyes, flipping a pancake onto his plate...himself noticing that the frying pan was empty even though she always made pancakes on Fridays and realizing that something was very wrong, something that had to do with a guest staying at their house...

The memory vanished as quickly as it appeared. Who had that girl been? At that moment, the elderly woman turned to look at him, her blue-green eyes exactly the same shade as the eyes of the young twenty-something girl of his memory. She opened her mouth as if to say something, looking as though she recognized him as well...

Then the cashier called, "Next!" Whatever had been flickering behind the woman's eyes vanished, and she walked out of the store, a cane supporting her, not looking back. Brock gave himself a little shake, and gave his things to the cashier, his thoughts turned once more on golf and visiting his son.

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Author's Note

Another story done! I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for the long pauses between chapters. I just haven't been focused on Fanfiction lately, but I promise that I'll be 100% committed to my next story!

I want to thank all the people that reviewed this story, especially YourBestFriendK, ArtemisKey, Penguinsxxx, and EternalSerenityGallagherGirl ! Those four reviewed my story the most, but I really do appreciate everyone else that reviewed too!

I think I'm going to write a Pretty Little Liars books story next, but don't worry, I'm planning another Titanic one in the back of my mind already! :) Visit my profile page to see what I'm planning for upcoming stories.

Just wanted to let you all know, I'm a beta reader, so if you need someone to help you with any aspect of your stories, I'm available!

Yep, that's about it. Thanks guys :)

-Volleyballgirl122