(Disclaimer: I have no rights to "Gladiator" or its characters)

As he walked through the field of grain, he could see them in the distance. His wife spoke something in his son's ear; he soon began running toward him. He held out his arms, embracing him. Finally, he was reunited with his family.

Faintly, voices were muttered around him. "Maximus, Maximus, Maximus... ." Steadily they grew louder. His son's smile in front of him was flickering. His wife was running toward him, yet the bright sun around him was dimming. Still the voices grew louder, the background darkening, until he was surrounded by blackness.

"Maximus, Maximus, Maximus... ."

The sharpness of the bright light nearly blinded him. All around him was a stadium full of cheers and proud faces. He was still covered in blood, and the same rusting armor. He stood up slowly. Lucilla had finished addressing the people, a look of surprise and happiness on her face when she saw him. He noted other familiar faces in the crowd.

"Maximus, Maximus, Maximus," they continued.

He didn't necessarily want the praise; but he accepted it, attempting a feeble smile, and raising his arm. He realized then, that he did have something else to life for...they were all watching him.

As for reuniting with his family, it wasn't his time; not yet... .