"Rose? Rose?" Jack was shaking her awake as the lifeboat approached a ship.
Rose opened her eyes to look up at the ship and then at Jack. He was smiling. His piercing blue eyes seemed overjoyed. Rose, on the other hand, was really tired. She was cold, still exhausted from the events that had happened over the past twenty-four hours.
"We made it, Rose! We made it!"
Rose just couldn't see how Jack could be so happy. The ship, that wonderful ship of dreams, was at the bottom of the ocean. And along with it was one of Jack's best pieces of art, pretty much the rest of his art, the Renault, where they–never mind. Maybe it was because they were together. Rose loved Jack, but she just couldn't bring herself to happiness.
Jack's smile dropped when he realized that Rose wasn't smiling. "Are you all right?"
"All right, everyone! We're going to be boarding a ship called the Carpathia. Now, the same rules on the Titanic apply to the Carpathia—first class survivors are to remain on the first class deck, second class survivors are to remain on the second class deck, and third class survivors are to remain on the third class deck," Lowe explained to them.
A few nodded their heads. They reached the Carpathia in a short time. Cora and Lynette went first, then John, then Huan, and then Jack, who helped pull Rose onto the ship. Other survivors watched these six pass through, amazed to see that someone could have survived the water.
"Welcome to the Carpathia," an officer said to them.
Jack had his arm wrapped tightly around Rose's shoulders and nodded to him. Another officer ran to them and wrapped another blanket around each of their shoulders.
"Report to second class," said one of the officers.
"Second?" whispered Jack.
Rose just pushed him forward to avoid them ending up in third. A nurse quickly handed each of them a mug full of hot tea and another wrapped another blanket around each of them. Jack found a bench on the second class deck and sat down, not letting go of Rose.
"Hot tea? Six blankets? I'm starting to feel like a king or something!" Jack laughed at his comment, but Rose still couldn't muster a smile, nor could she bring herself to speak. "Rose, we're together again! Nothing is going to separate us again. I promise." Rose just shrugged. Jack looked up at a nearby nurse. "I'll be right back." He kissed her forehead and then jumped up and ran over to the nurse.
Rose watched him leave before spotting Lynette. She got up and walked over to her.
"Oh, hello, Rose," said Lynette, who had been a friend of hers on the Titanic, even if she was third class. Rose still didn't speak. "You should be happy, you know. At least you've still got a man to love." Rose looked at her with a perplexed expression. "My husband died on the ship." Rose's puzzled expression relaxed. "Where is Jack, anyway?" Rose shrugged again, even though she knew exactly where he was.
*****
"Yes? Do you need a cot for someone?" asked the nurse.
"Yes. For my wife, Rose Dawson," Jack replied.
The nurse wrote down something on her clipboard. "Just take her into the infirmary and tell the nurses in there her name and we'll get her set up for you," she said. Jack nodded.
*****
Cal, meanwhile, was searching for Rose, who had the Heart of the Ocean in her coat pocket. He spotted a redheaded woman.
"Rose!" he exclaimed, running over to her. The woman turned around, and Cal just walked away.
"Look out, Rose. Cal's coming," said Lynette.
Rose just kept her face hidden underneath the blanket as Cal passed by.
*****
Jack nodded to the nurse once more as he walked back to the bench to find Rose gone.
"Rose? Rose?" He searched around nearby and spotted the same redheaded woman. "Rose, there you are! Come on. I have a place for you to stay." The woman turned around.
"Je ne suis pas une femme appelée Rose! Vous êtes la deuxième personne qui m'a demandé aujourd'hui!" the woman snapped in French.
"I'm sorry. I don't speak French," Jack said, holding his hands up.
"Partez! Si vous voulez trouver une femme appelée Rose, il y a Rose Dawson à cet endroit! Par Lynette!" said the woman, pointing over to where Rose and Lynette were.
"Thank you," said Jack. He ran over to the two women by the railing. Her threw his arms around Rose. "Rose, there you are! I had no idea where you went!"
"Well, she has been here with me the whole time," Lynette told him.
"Thanks, Lynette," said Jack as he led Rose away. "Rose, I've got a place for you to lay down if you would like." Rose just shrugged, and Jack frowned. "Rose, sweetheart, why aren't you happy? We both survived and we're together!"
Rose just leaned her head on his chest. Jack sighed as he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Come on. Let's go lay down in the infirmary."
Rose stopped. "The infirmary?" she asked.
"Yes. Yes, the infirmary!" Jack said, putting his hands on Rose's face. "I just want to make sure you're all right! The nurses want to give all the survivors who were in the water a check up to make sure none are suffering from hypothermia."
"Well, I'm pretty damned fine! Not a thing is wrong with me!" Rose snapped. This was the most she had spoken since the ship sank.
"Rose, please. I just want to make sure you're all right. I mean, I was one of those six survivors! I have to have the same check up! It'll be okay," Jack assured her. He hugged her as she sighed.
"Fine," Rose muttered.
Jack kissed her forehead and led her to the infirmary.