••••••••••Blake Belladonna, now an old woman, drifted into a peaceful slumber in her warm bed.
When she awoke, she was no longer in her bed, nor on this earth.
She was young again. She was back on the Titanic.
When the steward opened the doors, she walked into a lobby full of people; servants, passengers, and crewmen.
But most importantly, she saw her. Yang Xiao Long, in all her glory, standing at the top of the grand staircase.
Yang turned around, and met Blake's eyes with a warm smile as she made her way to the top.
When they met in middle, Blake held Yang's hand. It felt like she had been holding it for the first time all over again.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more."
Yang cupped Blake's face and kissed her, and the whole lobby cheered, for the ship's star couple had been reunited once more.