It was about a año later.
Gwen, Duncan, Cody, and Heather went about their lives at state college. They met up at a spot called the ’Titanic’. It was a seafood restaurant with all sorts of decorative seashore designs and ocean related paintings scattered about. Out side of the restaurant there was construction being done on a building just down the calle as they were tearing it down with a wrecking ball. Gwen was seen sitting at a roundtable, her hair grown a lot since her high school years. It was slightly past her shoulders but she kept the midnight blue streak running through it. Duncan sat siguiente to her, he had lost the whole delinquent look thanks to Gwen so the green Mohawk was gone and he had gotten even más buff. Cody still had Sierra’s collar as he never took it off, even though the diseño on it was pretty girly. Heather gave birth to her baby girl and named it ’Fate’ due to the events that took place. She still had a light permanent black looking scar on the side of her face from the burning of her house. Since Alejandro died, Cody sometimes baby sits for Heather when she is busy at work.
“Who invented coconut shrimp?” Cody asked staring at the menu in disgust.
“Why wonder about it?” Heather retorted holding Fate on her knee.
“I’m just saying, someone along the line had to think it was a good idea to mix pescado and frutas together.” Cody folds the menu and sets it down.
Gwen and Duncan laughed as Cody and Heather went on a full on debate on the invention of coconut shrimp. Gwen looked at the back of the menu as it had a history of the titanic written across the back. Above it was a picture of a large sinking ship. A cold windy chill suddenly swept on Gwen’s shoulder causing her to turn around but only to find the cocina of the restaurant. She turned back around as she was shivering right about now.
“You alright?” Duncan asked her noticing her shivering.
“Y-yeah, I’m just thinking about…it.” Gwen was referring to the deathly events taking place a año ago.
Duncan sighed as they had gone over this a million times. “Gwen, we’ve gone over this a million times. We get it, it was a design, it skipped us, and we won.” Duncan dicho reassuringly.
“Well nobody better sprinkle apples on my camarón either.” Cody finished the conversation with Heather as he pushed the menu on the mesa, tabla away causing a wine bottle to fall and spill it across the picture of the titanic on the top, making it look like an explosion. Gwen looked at this and stood up from her chair.
“Whoa, I’m sorry!” Cody yelled patting the wine with his tablecloth. Gwen looked at the painting as the same vision of the cruise liner exploding went back through her mind.
“Gwen are tu ok?” Heather asked.
Gwen sat back down looking at the picture still. “Yeah, just dandy.”
Soon the waiter came up to them holding a plate of food, one of the dishes being a salmón kabob.
“Oh finally, I’ve been starving!” Heather says holding up Fate. “And what about tu darling?” The baby just looked at her and began crying.
“Mhm…ugly.” Duncan dicho as they all started laughing. Heather just scoffed them off.
One of the kabobs fell off the plato and landed right in the mesa, tabla siguiente to Heather.
“EEP!” She squealed jumping as it almost landed in her hand.
“Oh I’m terribly sorry ma’am.” The waiter dicho as he quickly sat the plates down and left.
Gwen began to feel quite unsettled now.
“Uhm Heather, can I talk to tu outside?” Gwen asked.
“Yeah I guess so. Cody can tu hold Fate my arms are killing me.” Heather gave her to Cody as her and Gwen walked outside.
“What did tu want me for?” Heather asked her.
“Well, I can’t stop thinking, about what happened that time.” Heather immediately knew what she was talking about and stopped her speech.
“Gwen, please, we keep going through this every time we meet. Nothing is going to happen, I have a beautiful child, tu have Duncan, and Cody…well he’s getting there. We need to mover on with our lives sooner o later.” Heather backed up on the sidewalk.
“Yeah I guess your right. It did skip us, we’re meant to live.” Gwen smiled as she turned to head back into the restaurant.
As she does, the wrecking ball swings down and whacks her across the street. Blood and guts flying everywhere as Gwen turns around seeing this. She puts her hand to her mouth and starts sobbing. Soon Cody and Duncan run out to see what happened.
“Gwen, what happ-” Cody stopped when he saw the bloody mess.
“Oh well that’s great…” Duncan says sarcastically. “So who’s next?”
The screen then goes blank and credits roll.
