1970, Fairview Lawn Cemetery, Halifax

Foxy and Otto walked along the graves of people they never knew, probably even talked to, both of them were 77 years old, they were walking for quite a while, it was a quiet place. Names of people we never personally knew, they read gravestone after gravestone, some were old, some were children too, tears went down Foxy eyes and on to the ground below. Somewhat, after all these years, Foxy still felt guilty for surviving, Otto stood, silently, allowing him to have his moment. Until he eventually pat his shoulder and give him a smile, Foxy looked at Otto and smiled, whipping away his tears, Otto hold Foxy's hand, his right hand that now was a prosthetic, how far medicine had come, the world had come so far, ships were now safer, they put a man on the moon, things had came along. Otto was wearing a nice suit, he managed to find work as a lawyer 30 years ago, they had plenty of money. Otto looked at his watch and straighten his glasses "Hmm, it'll probably be sun down soon.."

"Yes it will. lets go my love" Foxy took his hand as they began walking out, taking one last look at the grave site before walking away. one. last. Time. And conveniently, they see one more grave, that of Wilhelm. Otto stood over it for a few seconds, he had his hand into a fist.. Before he let out a deep exhale.. he settled for spitting on his grave, he turned around and they began walking again, not looking at his grave, they walked up to their car and both got in, taking a deep breath.

"so.. where to now Otto" He smiled at him

"Hmmm.. wherever you want love.. anywhere.. we can do anything we want".

Foxy started the car and began to drive out of the grave yard, giving Otto a kiss as the sun set, and the stars lit up the sky.

And in the Sky, as if it was a cloud, or ghost. It was the Titanic, sailing across the stars.

The End.