Lillian Dewitt-Bukater stared down in wonder and amazement at the photograph laying in her hands. She had been almost certain that any of these photos would have been destroyed in the shipwreck, and she found herself relieved that this one had not. Gently, she grazed her 104 year old, unaged fingers acrossed the aged paper and sighed in contentment. Her eyes fluttered shut as she allowed the memories to flood back, not just of the ship of dreams; but also of the love of her life. The man who changed her: Damon Salvatore.