THE DIARY OF MRS. TOMY RYAN
Epilogue
After that, we went to the White Star Line
offices. I wanted to see an official list of the dead. The headlines were
claiming only six hundred dead, and I wanted to see how much history I had
changed. I wasn’t proud of why I had done what I did. I had only tried to
change history so that I wouldn’t have to live with the deaths. But if even
just one good thing came out of what I did, I could let my conscious rest.
There was only one rule to time travel. That rule was there for a reason. No
one can predict what will happen if you change history.
The White Star Line’s official lists were
posted. I managed to snag a copy that was for some newspaper. I took it, and we
went and sat down on a bench. Tommy looked at me quizzically, but said nothing
as I pulled another list out of my pocket. I sat and compared the two lists.
Then, slowly, I smiled. They were exactly the
same. Only where I knew my list previously had over fifteen hundred listed as
deceased, they now had only slightly over six hundred listed that way. I had
saved at least nine hundred people. One name caught my eye, and I pointed it
out to Tommy.
"Come on. Let’s go show Jack and
Rose."
Before we could get up, a lady stopped and
put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was my boss from the
future. She didn’t say anything at first, just smiled sadly at me.
"You go on, Tommy. I’ll be right
there."
"No, Miss. I won’t keep you," she
said. "I was sent to give you a message." She handed me a package,
and walked away.
I opened it, and saw that it was a history
book for 1910-1919.
The End.