Titanic never changed, that was for sure. Jack always froze to death and Rose always took his named and Cal always looked for her on the deck. Then she was old, dashed up the steps to see Jack and the credit's rolled.
The first watch made it beautiful, in a way. After that, Kali didn't care as much for it as Shiva did, but it didn't stop her from settling down to watch it with him. (in part to make funny voices in her head and marvel at how well it'd been done.) Especially, if, at least it kept him from getting in that poor man's way.
She pulled the covers up a little, head on Shiva's shoulder, watching as Rose ran up the steps, people clapping about. If she had everything right, it was almost time to eat.
Good time.
"Hey," Kali whispered, nudging Shiva a little bit, "Ready to get something to eat?"