Josephine made pancakes for them every morning. Jack quite enjoyed them, but Rose had never had them before. She'd been used to fancy breakfasts with large portions of food and classical music. Being in love with Jack pretty much forced her to give that up, but she did enjoy the pancakes. Josephine gave them each a glass of orange juice.
"Sleep well last night?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. The beds are very comfortable, Josephine," said Rose, smiling. Jack nodded.
Josephine put the newspaper in front of Jack. "I thought you might like to read this, Jack," she said.
Jack looked at the headline and gasped.
Helper of the Dawsons Arrested Late Last Night
A man who helped Jack and Rose Dawson escape from New York, Joseph Bukater, was arrested late last night. He lives in a large home in Manhattan, where his daughter, Rose, and her fiancé, Jack Dawson lived from April to November. They were married last month and Ruth DeWitt, mother of Rose, attended the wedding as an undercover spy to give us the location of the Dawsons. It is said that last week the Dawsons left for Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, to stay with Jack Dawson's aunt, Josephine Dawson, and are later leaving for Los Angeles, California.
"Damn it! No! They know our location and where we're headed! What do we do now?" Jack asked.
"Jack, I don't know! But we can't stay now that they know where we are!" Rose exclaimed.
"Where are we supposed to go, Rose? We aren't safe anymore! They're after us and you're about to have a baby!" Jack told her. He turned to his aunt. "Aunt Josephine, what do we do?"
Josephine put down a plate. "Jack, I don't know. No place is safe," she said.
Rose gasped, getting an idea. "Chicago! We could go to Chicago! Lynette and Martin will know what to do!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah! That's a great plan! What do you think, Aunt Josephine?" asked Jack.
Josephine sighed. "Better start packing, then," she said, and Jack and Rose raced to their room.
*****
"What do you mean there is no record of Jack and Rose Dawson here? There have to be! Bukater told us that they left from here!" exclaimed Cal, yelling at the manager of the train station.
"Mr. Hockley, I can assure you that we have no records of any Dawsons using this train station to travel at all!" said the manager.
"Check the day the Dawsons left New York. It should be November 16, 1912!" Cal exclaimed.
The manager checked the records of everyone who traveled that day. He read the names out loud.
"Let's see. There's a Joseph Abner, Elizabeth Ace, Thaddeus and Linda Auckley, Harry Benson, Jackson Boots, Peter and Josephine Burke, William Callington…" said the manager.
"Wait! Go back one…" said Cal.
"Peter and Josephine Burke?" asked the manager.
"That sounds familiar. Review what Bukater said!" snapped Cal, and a police officer looked at the notes that were taken.
"It says they traveled to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin as Peter and Josephine Burke," said the officer.
"Is that where they went?" asked Cal. The manager looked at the records and nodded, gulping. "Thank you very much, then."
They left the station, and the manager fainted, afraid they were going to sue him.
*****
Jack was driving, pretending to be the chauffeur, while Rose and Josephine were in the back, dressed like a rich mother and daughter.
"We're going to have to change our names," said Josephine.
"To what?" asked Jack in an English accent, in case anyone heard them.
"Jack, you'll be John Gunner, the chauffeur," said Josephine.
"Mr. John Gunner, at your service, Ma’am," said Jack.
"Rose, you'll be Florence Dupree-McGinnis and I will be Pauline Dupree-McGinnis," said Josephine.
Rose nodded. They'd been driving for a couple of days now, but now they were finally approaching Chicago.
They arrived at a restaurant called Schrieffer’s Glory, a very fancy restaurant in the area. Jack opened the door, his fake moustache almost glued to his face, and helped Rose out.
"Miss Dupree-McGinnis," said Jack.
Josephine slid over to Rose's seat and whispered to Jack. "Now, Jack, remember this. Rose's husband is here in Chicago," she said.
"Which he is," whispered Jack.
"And he is here on business. You drove us here to see him, because he hasn't seen her in a long time. He has no idea she's pregnant!" whispered Josephine.
Jack nodded and helped her out of the car. He closed the door behind her and the three of them walked into the restaurant.
"Good afternoon," said the hostess, who happened to be Lynette. "Table for three, I assume?"
"Actually, we need help," said Rose. She looked at Lynette, who gasped.
"Rose! What are you doing here?" she whispered. She looked around. "Follow me!" She led the three of them to the back of the restaurant, where they were safe from any ears. "Rose, you're crazy for coming here! All of America is after you and you choose to come here?"
"Lynette, we need your help! We have nowhere to go! Right now, the police think we're headed out to Los Angeles, so they're going after us there!" Rose told her.
Lynette sighed. "Well, I don't want to be responsible for your capture," she said. "Come! Come! I have a place for you to stay!" She led them through the back door of the restaurant and into a larger house.
"Lynette, this is beautiful!" exclaimed Rose.
"It isn't much, but if there's plenty of room for four, there will be enough for seven," replied Lynette. "Stay here and do not leave the house! Stay away from the windows! Don't even crack the curtains! All of Chicago knows what you two look like, and if they see you, the police will be crawling around! If you need something, I will be checking hourly, all right?" Jack, Rose and Josephine nodded. "Good luck!" Lynette left the house.
"Well, I guess we'd better get settled in. We'll probably be here for a while," said Jack, and the three of them went upstairs.