The mighty Titanic, which had seemed so grand and invincible, slowly, gently, began to slide further down into the dark, cold ocean.
It didn't crash or make a loud noise like in a scary movie.
Instead, it felt more like a giant, beautiful whale slowly diving deep beneath the waves.
The lights on the ship, which had twinkled so brightly, flickered and then, one by one, softly went out.
It was a quiet, sad farewell to a magnificent ship.
Oliver watched from what felt like a safe distance, feeling a mix of wonder and a little bit of sorrow.
He thought about all the happy people he had seen on deck, and how quickly everything had changed.
As the last bit of the ship disappeared beneath the dark water, the air around Oliver shimmered.
The distant sound of waves faded, and the cold breeze softened.
He blinked once, then twice, and found himself standing right back in the museum’s exhibit room.
The little wooden door was gone, and the famous Titanic model sat peacefully behind its velvet rope, just as it had been before.
Oliver looked around, his heart still thrumming from his incredible journey.
Mr. Henderson, the museum guide, was walking by, polishing a display case.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Oliver!” Mr. Henderson chuckled kindly.
Oliver smiled, a little secretly.