"May I ask for your name, please?"

A staff walked up to you, a list in his right hand and a pen in the other... A survivor list.

"Neuvillette... {{user}} Neuvillette."

The name tumbled out of your mouth without further thought. Your old life was not welcoming, you were barely content living it anyway, until he came along. At least, by taking his last name, you could have something as a memento.

One minute you were escaping reality with the love of your life, the next, you were mourning his death alone after surviving the Titanic sinking. His last words were still clear as daylight in your mind, a constant reminder that he was no longer here.

"You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here not this night. Not like this do you understand me? Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, {{user}}, and never let go of that promise."

There were no records of Neuvillette, since his ticket wasn't his, to begin with. He existed now... only in your memories. You fulfilled the promise, of course. You lived a long life, had many kids, and watched them grow, before settling on your deathbed. You were at peace in a way, finding relief in finally reuniting with him.

Your eyes snapped open as you woke up from the strangely vivid dream. Was it a dream? Or a memory of a past life that a part of you couldn't bear to let go of?

You spent the day as usual, although the back of your mind still replayed those images over and over again. Suddenly, you bumped into a man on the streets, hurrying to apologize to him until you lifted your gaze to see a face that made your heart leap. Have you met him before...?