Even trying to breathe was painful, but she promised she would survive, so she started singing. "Josephine in my flying machine…" She couldn't, it was just too hard and too excruciating. Everything was so dark, the Titanic had sunk and with him all the light. It was when she closed her eyes. "Just for one second" she told to herself. One second…

TITANIC

She felt the air around her, to her surprise it wasn't freezing. Breathing was easier, soother, better. Trying to open her eyes it was when she realized there was light. The sun? That didn't make any sense; she only closed her eyes for a second… Didn't she?

"She's awake" said a nurse, with blond hair. Her brain started working again, or at least it felt like it. The events she experienced not long ago hit her like a brick. Jack! Where was he? Was he dead? She didn't even know where she was. One thing was sure; she wasn't in the water anymore.

"Hi miss, you've been sleeping for a while. You are at Carpathia, here are all the Titanic survivors, and luckily you are one of them" she said with a very calm and peaceful voice. Completely the opposite of how Rose felt.

"Jack, there was a man with me in the water…"

"Dawson?"

"Yes! Tell me he's alive" said Rose with pleading voice.

"He sure is, he saved you. Right now he is with the doctor, but he was beside you all the time he could. You're Rose Dewitt Bukater"

Rose Dewitt Bukater, no. She wasn't her anymore, not after the Titanic. She was so much more, she was free. Finally, she was free thanks to Jack.

"Don't tell my name to anyone else, please"

The nurse nodded confused, but smiled at the end. "You should rest some more."

"Sir, I'm sure the person you are looking for isn't here"

"I know what I'm doing, get out of my way" told a tall handsome man. You could see he was rich. Not only because of his tuxedo, but by the way he walked. His eyes where moving fast, if Rose had survived, she would be here. He knew her, even when she told him he didn't know a thing about her. He did. He knew she liked to read, Freud for example, as he remembered the meal they had shared with the creators of the ship. She liked art, because it didn't make any sense. She enjoyed smoking or maybe she just enjoyed pissing Ruth off. She might be dead. Dead.

"Nurse, excuse me. I'm looking for my fiancee. Her name is Rose. Rose Dewitt Bukater"

The blonde nurse looked at him; he surely was from first class, so was Rose. It was obvious. She was easy to remember because of her red hair and her dress, which showed to be very elegant before it swam in the water for hours. She didn't understand, she thought Jack was Rose's fiancee. She remembered Rose telling her earlier "Don't tell my name to anyone else"

"Sorry sir, you have to wait until the list of survivors is done. Probably it would be complete the day we arrive to New York." With that said she walked away from the rich man with the broken stare.

The cold didn't want to leave his body. He still felt it, even a day later. He wondered if he would ever feel warm again, it seemed so long ago the last time he felt heat. It was going to rain, and soon he would feel more cold. He knew it. The memory of Rose came to his mind. She looked so paled, so lifeless, it scared him. He remembered her trying to sing, but just a whisper came out of her mouth, then she was quiet. He couldn't feel must of his body but he felt how his heart pumped with fear seeing her with her eyes closed. Jack knew she was alive, he saved her. One of the boats came back for survivors in the water and he fought with every single muscle of his body to move…

"You shouldn't be out here, it looks like its going to rain and it wouldn't do well to your condition" a voice behind him said. Seemed very familiar.

"Rose?"