CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
Chapter Three

That morning, directly after breakfast, Rose slipped away and headed down to the third class area of the ship.

The first place she searched for Jack was in the third class common room. She shifted uncomfortably as she felt the stares on her. It was like no one had ever seen a first class lady before. Finally, she spotted Jack sitting with Tommy and Fabrizio and playing with a little girl named Cora. She nervously approached him, unsure of what his reaction would be at seeing her down there. Tommy and Fabrizio’s mouths fell open as they watched her approach Jack. It was Cora who finally announced Rose’s presence.

"Jack, there’s a princess standing behind you." The little girl giggled, causing Rose to blush and smile shyly. No one had ever called her a princess before.

"Oh, really?" Jack smiled at the little girl, thinking she was joking.

"Really. See?" Cora pointed and turned.

Jack smiled and decided to humor the little girl. He turned, and his eyes widened to see Rose standing before him. He immediately stood, Cora, Tommy, and Fabrizio suddenly forgotten. "R-Rose. Hello again."

"Hello, Jack." Rose smiled, once again being taken into his beautiful blue eyes. "Can I speak to you…in private?"

"Sure." Jack smiled and turned back to his friends. "I’ll see you guys later."

"Jack!" Cora ran up to him.

"Yes, Cora?"

"Remember you promised me a dance at the party tonight!" Cora grinned.

"I’ll remember." Jack smiled, ruffling the little girl’s hair. It was obvious he had a soft spot for children. Rose was certain he would be a great father someday. She just hoped that the mean girl wasn’t a part of his life in that way.

They walked in silence. Finally, when they were at the first class gate, Rose spoke.

"Mr. Dawson…"

"Jack."

"What?" Rose asked nervously.

"Call me Jack. Mr. Dawson was my father." Jack smiled.

"Okay. Jack." Rose smiled, loving the sound of his name on her lips. "Call me Rose."

"Okay, Rose." Jack smiled. She had obviously forgotten that they were already on a first name basis.

"Jack…" Rose was nervous. She felt like she should explain her actions the night before. But she wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, she wanted to know a little more about her savior. Where was he from? What did he do for a living? Who was that woman who had been so mean to him last night? Was she someone of importance to him? "So, Jack. Where are you from?"

Jack looked at her in surprise. By the way she had sounded, she had been going to tell him about what had happened last night, but instead she was asking him about himself. Well, he was just going to have to be patient. She obviously wasn’t ready to tell him what was behind last night’s suicide attempt, and he wasn’t going to push her. She’d tell him when she was ready.

"Well, as you already know, I’m from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. I lived there for the first fifteen years of my life. When I was fifteen, my parents died in a fire and my sister had ran away from home with some guy my parents hadn’t liked two years before, so since I didn’t have any other family there except Caroline…my fiancée…you met her last night…well, we lit on out of there. You can say we’ve been a couple of tumbleweeds blowing in the wind ever since."

"Caroline…she doesn’t strike me as a very nice person," Rose replied, rather bluntly.

"She’s okay. She’s just a little uptight." Jack shrugged. "But she is quite pleasant at times."

A little uptight? Rose thought to herself. The girl was a younger version of her mother. She had belittled Jack in front of complete strangers. The girl was flat out horrible, and Jack deserved better. He was too nice and way too handsome to be treated in such a manner. He deserved a girl who adored him and would never belittle him. A girl like…stop it, Rose. You hardly know Jack, and yet you’re here determining what he needs. It’s obvious that he cares for this Caroline. But does he love her? Does he truly love her and want to spend the rest of his life with her, or is he still with her because he thinks he can’t get any better?

"You’re quiet all of a sudden." Jack smiled, interrupting her inner dialogue.

"Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little lost in thought."

"Oh." Jack nodded.

"Jack…I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?"

"No. No, that’s not what I was thinking at all. I was thinking…what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?" Jack stopped and stared into her eyes. Looking into his eyes, Rose felt like she could trust him with the truth.

"Oh, Jack, it’s my mother. She hates me!" Tears began to flow from her eyes. "All she does is stand there and tell me what a horrible daughter I am and how stupid I am. That she wished someone else was her daughter, not me!" Rose covered her face, embarrassed that she was getting so emotional in front of a man she didn’t even know.

"Rose…" He put a secure arm around her shoulders, and they began walking again. "Don’t cry, Rose."

"Last night I just couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to end it all right there and then, but when you came up to me and began talking to me, I realized I’d be giving her what she wanted, and I shouldn’t do that. That instead, I should prove her wrong. Prove that I wasn’t unlovable, and that I was worthy of the best life has to offer."

"That’s right, Rose. You are worthy of the best life has to offer. And you’re not unlovable. I bet a lot of people love you and you don’t even know it." Jack turned her to face him.

Rose looked into his eyes and was tempted to ask if he loved her, but she didn’t dare. Besides, Jack wasn’t free. He was already taken, and he couldn’t possibly love her. They had only just met.

"Thank you, Jack. You’ve done so much for me." Rose smiled.

"Well, I’m glad." Jack smiled.

"So, Jack…tell me more about yourself."

*****

It was lunchtime, and Caroline was pacing the dining saloon. Where was Jack? He had never missed lunch before, and here he was late and just when she needed to talk to him. She had to coach him on how to behave in first class. She had looked all over for him, but there was no sign of him anywhere. He wasn’t even with Fabrizio, and that was a first. Ever since they had boarded this ship, Jack and Fabrizio had been inseparable. But now she found Fabrizio with that Irish lout and that girl, Helga.

This was when she noticed Helga and a couple of other girls staring in her direction and turning back, giggling. She wondered what was up with those girls. Why did they find her so amusing all of a sudden? She was going to go over there and find out.

Helga’s eyes widened as Jack’s fiancée approached. She definitely didn’t like Caroline Simmons. She was mean and rude and a socialite wannabe. Neither Helga nor her three companions at the table thought Caroline was worthy of such a sweet and handsome man like Jack. That was why they were so pleased to see a real society girl come down to third class that morning and walk out with Jack, who didn’t seem to mind the company. In fact, if they didn’t know better, by the way Jack and the girl were looking at one another, one would have thought they were engaged. Yes, Caroline was getting what she deserved.

"What’s so funny?" Caroline narrowed her eyes at the girls.

"Well, we were just wondering…" Kate, one of Helga’s friends, answered. "…what Jack and that girl from first class were talking about this morning."

"Girl from first class?"

"Yes. Some redhead dressed real fancy came down here this morning, looking for Jack. He left with her and hasn’t been back since," another girl with the name Kate replied. "What could they possibly have to talk about?"

"Perhaps they’re not talking at all." Another Kate laughed.

That did it. Caroline’s anger reached sky high. How dare these girls insinuate that Jack would cheat on her! He would do no such thing! She was going to put a stop to this rumor mill, and she was going to put a stop to it now. She turned on her heels and headed for the first class area of the ship. It was about time that she and Miss DeWitt Bukater had a long talk about keeping their hands off other people’s fiancés.

*****

Jack and Rose were now in first class, sitting on a couple of deck chairs. Rose was leafing through Jack’s art portfolio.

"Oh, Jack," Rose breathed. "This is exquisite work."

"Thanks. Caroline and the critics in ole Paree don’t seem to think so." Jack looked down at the ground.

"Well, Caroline doesn’t know true art when she sees it, and…wait a minute. Did you say Paris?"

Jack nodded.

"Why, you do get around for a p…a person of limited means." Rose caught herself before she offended Jack.

"It’s all right. A poor guy. You can say it." Jack laughed good-naturedly.

"Well, well, well." Rose came across a group of nude drawings. "And these were drawn from life?"

"Yeah. That’s the good thing about Paris. A lot of girls willing to take their clothes off." Jack reached over and turned a couple more pages to a lady with sad eyes wearing a moth-eaten fur coat. "And this is a lady that sat in this bar every night, waiting for her long lost love. We used to call her Madame Bijoux. See how her clothes are all moth-eaten?"

Rose nodded and looked deeply into Jack’s eyes. "You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people."

"I see you," Jack said, looking at her seriously.

"And?"

"You wouldn’t have jumped."

Rose looked at him in awe. He really did see people. He had read her like a book.

*****

Caroline stood far enough away that she wouldn’t be seen, but close enough to hear and see what was going on between Rose and Jack. Right now, Rose and Jack were leaning against the rail, looking out at the ocean.

Jack had just gotten through telling her about his time in Santa Monica, when he had drawn pictures for ten cents apiece.

"Oh, why can’t I be like you, Jack? Just head out for the horizon when ever I feel like it?" Rose waved her hand out towards the ocean. "Say we’ll go there sometime, to that pier…only if we ever just talk about it…"

"No, we’ll go." Jack smiled. "We’ll drink cheap beer. Ride the roller coaster ‘til we throw up. And ride on the beach, right in the surf. But you’ll have to do it like a real cowboy. None of that sidesaddle stuff."

"You mean, one leg on each side?"

"Yeah."

"Can you show me?"

"Sure. If you like." Jack nodded.

Not if I can help it, Caroline thought to herself.

"Teach me to ride like a man." Rose smiled.

"And chew tobacco like a man," Jack said, in a western accent.

"And spit like a man!" Rose laughed.

"What? They didn’t teach you that in finishing school?"

"No." Rose shook her head.

"Well, then, come on. I’ll teach ya now." Jack took her hand.

"What? Jack ,no! No, Jack!" Rose pulled back, but Jack pulled her over to where they were staring straight out over the ocean.

"Now, watch this." Jack hocked it back and let it fly out over the ocean. Rose twisted up her nose.

"That’s disgusting!" Rose exclaimed.

"Your turn. You try it." Jack turned to Rose.

Rose simply spat and watched it just fall into the ocean.

"That was pitiful. You do it like this!" Jack described what to do while he did it, and let another one fly into the ocean.

Rose did as he said and spat. This one was better than the last.

"That’s better, but you really gotta hock it up." Jack demonstrated again. "See? Now, you try."

Rose was hocking it back just as her mother and Aunt Molly came strolling up to them.

"Rose, what in heaven’s name are you doing?" Ruth exclaimed in disgust. "Get over here right this instant. Disappear for hours on end, and I find you doing this!"

"Jack, there you are!" Caroline made her entrance and immediately grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him away from Rose, who glared at her. "I’ve been looking all over for you. You missed lunch, and now it’s time for supper. Whatever are we going to wear?"

"Don’t worry, dear," Ruth came up and took Caroline’s arm. "You may wear one of Rose’s fine dresses. She doesn’t mind." Ruth took Caroline’s arm and led her to her stateroom. Rose looked after Ruth and Caroline, a strange expression in her eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Molly.

"Jack." Molly turned to the young man, who was looking at her niece. "What do you plan to wear?"

"Isn’t what I have on okay?" Jack asked.

"Oh, boy. I’m telling ya, Rose, it’s a good thing that your friend Jack is the same build as your older cousin, or we might have a catastrophe on our hands." Molly laughed, taking both Rose and Jack by the arms and leading them to the staterooms.

*****

Molly smiled with pleasure. Jack sure did make a handsome picture in that tux. If only she was thirty years younger…

"I was right. You are the same size as my son." Molly laughed.

"Almost." Jack grinned, looking at himself in the mirror.

"You shine up like a new penny." Molly nodded.

"My dear, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Ruth exclaimed, entering and seeing the petite blond sitting next to her daughter. "They’ll all be staring at you tonight. Jack sure is a lucky fellow."

"Thank you, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater." Caroline blushed.

"Doesn’t she look lovely, Rose?" Ruth turned to her daughter.

"Yeah," Rose flatly replied.

"Poor Rose, Caroline. She’s just not a classic beauty like you. I’m going to have hard time finding a husband for her. But hopefully some rich fellow will feel sorry for her and take her as his bride." Ruth sighed.

"I think I’ll head down now." Rose pushed back the rising tears. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to give her mother the satisfaction. "I’ll see you down there, Mother and Caroline."

With that, Rose darted out the door. Caroline looked after her with satisfaction. Now, if only she could ruin Rose in Jack’s eyes…that was going to be hard, since Jack always saw the good in everyone. But she’d find a way. She knew she would.

*****

Rose saw Jack at the bottom of the grand staircase, pretending to shake hands with an imaginary person. She had to smile. He was so adorable, and in that tux…she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Jack looked up and saw her descending the stairs. He couldn’t resist. It was too perfect. He approached the stairs, not taking his eyes off her the whole time. When she reached him, he grabbed her hand and lightly kissed it.

"I saw that in a nickelodeon once, and I always wanted to do." He smiled, his eyes shining with laughter. He offered his arm, and she accepted. She giggled as he stuck his nose up in the air. Then she spotted her mother and Caroline, both escorted by Mr. Andrews, the ship’s designer.

"Why, hello, young Rose." Mr. Andrews smiled widely at her.

"Hello, Mr. Andrews. I’d like to introduce Jack Dawson. He saved my life last night," Rose greeted.

"Hello, Jack." Mr. Andrews nodded.

"Why, Jack, you almost look like a gentleman," Caroline said in surprise.

"Almost." Jack smiled.

"How extraordinary." Caroline smiled at Jack, but her smile faded as she saw Rose on Jack’s arm. "Hello, Rose." Her voice was cold.

"Caroline." Rose nodded.

As they entered the swirling throng, Rose led Jack over to the side of the staircase and pointed out some faces she recognized.

"There’s the Countess of Rothes….and that’s John Jacob Astor….the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she’s trying to hide it? Quite the scandal. And over there is Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course. And over there is Sir Cosmo and Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals."

"Hey, got room for a lady?" Molly appeared beside Jack.

"Why, certainly." Jack offered his free arm.

"Ain’t nothing to it, is there, Jack?"

"Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up." Jack smiled, looking at Rose, who once again laughed.

"Now, remember, they love money. So just act like you own a gold mine and you’re in the club." Molly nodded. "Hey, Astor!" Molly led Jack and Rose over to Madeline and JJ Astor.

"Molly." JJ smiled.

"JJ, Madeleine, I’d like you to meet Jack Dawson."

JJ shook Jack’s hand. "Good to meet you, Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons?"

"No. The Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually."

"Oh, yes." JJ nodded as if he’d heard of them, but it was obvious that he hadn’t.

"Very handsome, Rose." Madeleine leaned over to Rose. "Wherever did you find him?"

Rose just smiled shyly and tightened her grip on Jack’s arm. She couldn’t help but be pleased that Madeleine thought that they were a couple.

As they moved to their table, Jack was indeed nervous, but he forced himself to keep cool. Pretend that he won a gold mine and couldn’t care less. So far, he was a success. When they reached the table, Molly sat between Jack and Rose, and Caroline sat between Rose and Ruth.

"Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they’re quite good on this ship." Ruth smiled over at Jack.

"The best I’ve seen, ma’am. Hardly any rats." Jack smiled, causing the table to laugh at the joke. Caroline was not laughing, of course. She had been hoping to avoid the topic of steerage. She had wanted the people to think that they were at least second class, if not first, but that was all blown now. She’d just have to work with what she had.

"Mr. Dawson was of some assistance to my daughter last night," Ruth said.

"It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work today." Rose smiled at Jack.

"If you can call what my fiancé draws fine art." Caroline laughed. "I try to discourage him, but he refuses to give it up."

She glanced at Rose and saw her motion for Jack to take his napkin off his plate. A sear of jealousy once again went through her as she noticed how Rose and Jack weren’t taking their eyes off one another.

"How do you take your caviar, sir?" A waiter came up next to Jack.

"No caviar for me, thanks." Jack looked at Rose. "Never did like it much."

Rose smiled at his joke, knowing that most likely he’d never had caviar before.

"So, where do you live, Mr. Dawson?" Ruth asked, taking a bite of her caviar-laden cracker.

"Well, right now our address is the RMS Titanic. After that, we’re on God’s good humor."

"And how do you have means to travel?" Ruth asked with a condescending tone in her voice, causing Molly to glare at her.

"We work our way from place to place--tramp steamers and such. But I won our tickets here on Titanic in a lucky hand of poker." Jack smiled at Rose. "A very lucky hand."

"All life’s a game of luck." Colonel Gracie nodded.

"A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?" Mr. Andrews smiled at Jack.

Jack only smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book." Rose grabbed the book and read, "Increase number of screws in hat hooks from two to three. You built the biggest ship in the world, and this is what preoccupies you?"

"He knows every rivet in her, don’t you, Thomas?" Mr. Ismay smiled with pride. "She may be mine on paper, but in the eyes of God, she belongs to Thomas Andrews."

"Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly."

"Thank you, Rose." Mr. Andrews nodded.

"And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?" Ruth brought the conversation back to Jack.

Jack hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes, ma’am, I do. I have everything I need right here with me. I have the air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I love waking up in the morning, not knowing what’s going to happen, or who I’m going to meet. Last week, I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people. I figure that life’s a gift, and I don’t intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you’re going to be dealt next. I believe in making each day count." Jack again looked meaningfully at Rose, as if sending her a silent message.

"Well said, Jack." Molly nodded.

"Here’s to making it count." Rose lifted her glass in a toast.

"To making it count." The table also raised their glasses.

Neither Rose nor Jack noticed Caroline glaring daggers at Rose.

Two Hours Later

"…so Mr. Brown comes home as drunk as a skunk, and not knowing that I hid the money in the stove, he lights a fire." Molly laughed as she ended her story, causing the table to laugh along with her.

Dessert had been served, and a waiter arrived with cigars in a humidor on a wheeled cart. The men started clipping ends and lighting them.

Rose leaned over towards Jack and whispered to him. "Next it’ll be brandies in the smoking room."

Colonel Gracie stood up. "Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?"

Rose suppressed a laugh and again whispered to Jack. "Now they’ll retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe."

"Joining us, Dawson?" Gracie turned to Jack.

"No, thanks. I have to be getting back." Jack looked at Caroline for the first time that night. "Shall I escort you back, too, Carly, or do you want to stay here?"

"I’m staying here. Mrs. DeWitt Bukater wants to discuss a job in the states with me." Caroline looked at Jack.

Jack just nodded and turned to Rose, causing Caroline to watch the scene.

"Jack, must you go?" Rose asked, wanting to spend more time with him.

"Time for me to go row with the other slaves." Jack smiled. He took her hand and quickly slipped a folded piece of paper into it. "Good night, Rose." He kissed her hand and walked away, turning back once to see if she had read the note. Then he was gone.

Rose kept her back turned on Caroline so she wouldn’t see the note, and read:

Make it count. Meet me at the clock.

*****

Rose slowly approached the grand staircase, finding Jack standing with his back to her. Taking a deep breath, she ascended the stairs. Jack turned to her and smiled.

"Want to go to a real party?"

*****

The third class common room was crowded and alive with music, laughter, and dancing. Rose sat at a table with Tommy Ryan and one of the Swedes that Jack had met aboard the Titanic. Tommy handed Rose a pint of stout, and she hoisted it. Jack, meanwhile, was dancing with little Cora Cartmell. As the tune ended, Jack turned to Rose and leaned down to the little girl.

"I’m going to dance with her now." Jack pointed to Rose. Cora just nodded as they both turned to Rose. "Come on." Jack beckoned to Rose.

"What?" Rose asked, her eyes growing wide. He couldn’t possibly expect her to dance with him.

"Come on. Come with me." Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor.

"Jack, wait!" Rose protested. "I can’t do this."

"We’re going to have to get a little bit closer. Like this." Jack pulled her a little closer to him. He looked over at Cora and noticed she looked a little sad. "You’re still my best girl, Cora."

The little girl just smiled and continued to watch Jack and his princess.

"I don’t know the steps!" Rose exclaimed, as they began to move to the music.

"Neither do I!" Jack yelled over the music. "Just go with it! Don’t think!"

Rose screamed no with almost every step, and stopped uselessly, laughing as Jack whirled her about on the dance floor. Suddenly, he stopped, and Rose thought it was to catch his breath, but it wasn’t. Jack suddenly pulled her onto a platform and went into a complicated dance step. Watching him closely, Rose laughed and tossed her shoes to a woman standing on the side. She imitated his movements, step by step. Soon they linked arms and turned about with each other, and then Jack grabbed both her hands and turned her around and around, causing her to get dizzy. But she was having so much fun that she didn’t notice, nor did she care.

"Jack, no!" Rose laughed.

After the song had ended, Rose and Jack made their way back to their table, to find it occupied. Jack looked at Rose, shrugged, and reached over the men to get their drinks. Jack took a gulp from his beer, and stared at Rose in amazement as she drank all the beer in her glass nonstop. She looked at him and smiled.

"What? Didn’t think a first class girl could drink?"

Jack laughed until a man bumped into him, causing him to spill his beer all over Rose.

"Hey! Get out of here!" Jack pushed the man back into the crowd. He turned to a laughing Rose. "Are you all right?"

"I’m fine." Rose laughed, then spotted Tommy and his Swedish friend arm wrestling. The Swede won.

"Again!" Tommy demanded, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"So!" Rose loudly interrupted, the beer causing her to be quite tipsy. She grabbed Tommy’s cigarette from his mouth and took a drag on it. "You think you’re big tough men? Let’s see you do this." Rose picked up the train of her dress and handed it to Jack. "Hold this, Jack. Hold it up."

To everyone’s amazement, Rose stood on the very tips of her toes. After ten seconds, her mouth opened in pain and she fell into Jack’s arms, laughing the whole time.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, holding her in his arms.

"I haven’t done that in years." Rose laughed.

Neither noticed Caroline glaring at them from the stairs. She knew it was time to have that talk with Jack. She was going to put an end to this.

Suddenly, the ad hoc band started up another song. People were linking hands and dancing in a line through the room.

"Good time!" Fabrizio laughed, grabbing Rose’s hand, who automatically grabbed Jack’s. For just those couple of hours, she had completely forgotten about her troubles. She no longer cared that her mother hated her and that she might never find someone who loved her enough to marry her. All that mattered was having fun.

*****

Later that night, Jack was walking Rose back to her room. They were both still giddy from the party. They walked along a row of lifeboats and were singing a popular song, Come Josephine in My Flying Machine.

Come Josephine
In my flying machine
And it’s up she goes!
Up she goes!
In the air she goes.
Where?
There she goes!

Both Jack and Rose sang. Soon they fumbled the words and broke down laughing. They had reached the first class entrance, but didn’t go straight in. Neither of them wanted the evening to end. Through the doors, the sound of the orchestra wafted gently. Rose grabbed a davit and leaned back as she stared at the stars.

"Look, Jack. Isn’t it magnificent? So grand and endless." Rose sighed and went to lean on a rail. "They’re such small people, Jack…my crowd. They think they’re giants on the earth, but they’re not even dust in God’s eye. They live inside this little tiny champagne bubble…and someday the bubble’s going to burst."

Jack leaned on the rail next to her, his hand just touching hers. It was the slightest contact imaginable, but all either one of them could feel was that square inch of skin where their hands were touching.

"You’re not one of them. There’s been a mistake." Jack looked squarely into her eyes.

"A mistake?"

"Uh-huh. You got mailed to the wrong address."

Rose laughed. "I did, didn’t I? Look! A shooting star!" Rose pointed to the sky.

"That was a long one. My father used to say that whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven."

"I like that." Rose nodded. "Aren’t we supposed to wish on it?"

Jack looked at her and found that they were suddenly very close together. It would be so easy to move another couple of inches, to kiss her. Rose was thinking the same thing.

"What do you wish for, Jack?"

After a second, Jack took a step back. "Something I can’t have." He smiled sadly, looking into her eyes one last time. "It’s getting late. I better go."

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Jack." Rose smiled, stepping towards the entrance but not going in.

"No. Thank you." Jack smiled. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Rose looking after him, wishing that she could leave with him. Sighing one last time, Rose returned to her world, with nothing but Jack Dawson on her mind.

Chapter Four
Stories