Rose DeWitt Bukater stood on the Carpathia, heartbroken. She just lost her love, Jack Dawson. She can still imagine her beloved's face floating away on a piece of the doomed Titanic. He was floating away, floating away from her.

Ruth DeWitt Bukater and Caledon Nathan Hockley looked frantically for the missing Rose. Rose couldn't stand it, so quickly, she improvised.

She grabbed a crew member and quickly yelled in tears, "Rose DeWitt Bukater is dead! I saw her! I'm her friend, Meredith Jones. Tell her mum, Ruth, and her fiancé Cal the horribly tragic news." As Rose said this, she pointed at her strict mother and handsome, but cruel used-to-be-fiancé.

Then she walked away sluggishly. She was in tears as she opened the door to her cabin for the night.

Jack woke up on a piece of a table. The wood held him nicely, but Jack was freaking out. How was he still alive? Where's Rose? Is she alive? All those questions ran high-speed around his head. He noticed a ship calling for survivors, but he knew he wouldn't make it, the bigger ship was closer. Somehow, he had drifted away from where the Titanic once sailed, and now drifted right next to the Carpathia.

Suddenly, Jack was calling out for someone to hear him. His teeth chattered and he shivered, but he yelled with all his might, "H-H-HELLO, A-ANYONE TH-THERE?"

After a few minutes of yelling, Jack felt on the brink of passing out. Then a scared crew member looked over the side. "G-GHOST?" the poor man yelled.

"N-NO, I'M-M C-COLD!" Jack yelled, and then he finally gave into the deep sleep he desperately wanted.

He woke up in shock to a nice warm quilt. "Rose?" he asked half-asleep.

"Rose? Is that her mum and fiancé?" asked the young crew member, no older than Jack. He had blonde straight hair, and a bit of freckles covering his nose.

"Yes," Jack said recognizing Ruth and Cal instantly.

"She's gone. I'm sorry for your loss."

Jack looked at the crew member shocked, "Wha-?"

"Yes sir, Meredith Jones confirmed it sir. Said she was a personal friend."

"How many days until we reach America sir?"

"Should be one more day, I'm so sorry for your loss!"

Jack smiled slightly, "I'll deal with it, thank-you."

"Meredith doesn't exist. She never hung out with a Meredith! That I know of. Oh Rose! I hope you're alive!" Jack muttered to himself.