April 16, 1912
I woke up wrapped in sheets in a warm and comfy bed not remembering anything about how I had gotten there. I did remember all the destruction caused on the Titanic and I thought it was all just a horrible dream, until I focused my eyes and sat up to see that I was in my bedroom back in Philadelphia.
Was it really all just a dream? Was Jack real? I wanted to get up and go out of my room and find out but my body was so sore, and I was so warm and comfy. I had to go to the bathroom really bad though, so I forced myself out of bed.
It was hard to walk, I felt really cold walking over to the door and dizzy. As my hand went to the door knob, I got hit in the head when the door was opened by someone else. It was Cal. I gave him a nervous smile and backed away a little.
"Oh," he said coming in my room and closing the door. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Uhhm," I shivered, "I'm really cold and sore…What happened? How did I survive?"
"Survive? From what? Why don't you take a bath and just take it easy for the rest of the evening, and then maybe we'll talk tomorrow."
Cal walked out of my room, and I sat back down on my bed thinking. I wanted to be polite to him, no matter what I dreamed or didn't dream. I didn't want to start any trouble at the moment. All that mattered was having someone who cared for me and loved me for who I am, and right then, things were very cluttered in my brain.
So I took a nice warm bath and laid back down. Later in the night, I heard someone come in my room and lay down beside me, wrapping their arms around me, making me feel safe and loved. I couldn't help the feeling that something wasn't right though.
April 17, 1912
In the early morning, I went downstairs to see if there was a paper I could read. Maybe my "dream" would be in it, and then I would definitely know that I'm not crazy. I sat down on the end of the porch disappointed when I noticed that no papers had been delivered to the house.
"Rose," Cal called from the front door, "What're you doing out there, come inside."
"I was just seeing if we had a paper I could read," I said walking back inside.
"You don't read the paper though. I already got rid of it anyways, there wasn't anything that important in it today."
"Are you sure?"
"Well of course I'm sure," Cal replied darting his eyes from outside to her. "Why are you so suddenly anxious about reading the paper. You need to be thinking about the up coming wedding."
I looked down at my feet. I had kind of forgotten about the wedding. I guess I unconsciously blocked it out, but why? Cal walked over to me and put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up to his and gave a worried smile before pulling me towards him into a warm hug, those warm hugs I've always loved.
"I have to go pick up your mother," Cal said. "Would you like to escort me, my dear?"
"Yes," I replied, "I would like to see mother. …I miss her."
Cal and I were driven by Mr. Lovejoy to the building my mother was staying at with a few friends. Cal was holding my hand the whole time, he was acting very odd for Cal, but I didn't complain. It just made me wonder, and it made my suspicion of something strange going on increase a lot.
We pulled up in front of a large building where mother was waiting for us. Cal told me to stay in the car while he helped her. My mother turned her head towards me and I smiled at her. She turned her head away and was talking to Cal, nothing I could hear though. I looked away and started staring at all the people walking by and across the street going about their daily routines. There was a newspaper stand a few feet away from me, so I rolled down my window and asked the man if I could have one.
I looked over to see what was taking mother, Cal, and Mr. Lovejoy so long and the man handed me one as I looked back up to see his startled young face and I gasped as he was roughly pushed away from the car by an angry Cal. The paper fell into my lap and the headline was as follows, "Titanic Sinks On Main Voyage - HOPES BLIGHTED WHEN WIRELESS FLASHES THAT 868 ON BOARD CARPATHIA ARE SOLE SURVIVORS OF BIG OCEAN CATASTROPHE THAT TOOK 1350 TO BOTTOM OF SEA."
I was speechless as I looked back up into Jack's face and Cal, mother, and Mr. Lovejoy pilled into the car very much upset by the situation that just happened. I looked at Cal and looked at Jack as we started to drive away, and then I smiled at him and leaned out the window and before Cal pulled me back in yelled, "I love you, Jack Dawson!"