I laid there in the middle of the Northern Atlantic on the stray door that fell off the ship, nearly unconscious. I stared up at the stars after the ship was no longer visible and all the drowning and screaming grew silent. Everyone was dead. I kept thinking. I'm going to die. Jack's going to die. Through thinking about this, I silently sung our song 'Come Josephine' that Jack had sung to me once a couple days ago. Only a couple days ago…

"Is anyone alive out there?"

The voice brought me out of my daze immediately. Was I dreaming? Was I dying slowly, and this was my last conscious thought? I was already rolled onto my stomach before the last thought came through. I looked at Jack. Our hands were freezing cold and his eyes looked as if they were plastered shut by ice.

"Jack" I whispered.

He didn't answer right away.

"Jack!" I said, a little louder.

His eyes opened just slightly, frost and ice hanging off of his eyelashes. His purple lips curved only a tiny bit upward; I could tell it hurt him too much to even smile slightly.

"The boats, Jack." I said. "They're coming back for us."

Jack smiled a little more and turned his head. The light from the flashlight the conductor was holding shined in his eyes.

"We're over here." He choked out, very quietly. "Please." He gasped.

I was afraid he was going to die right there. He was hurting very much, and gasping and choking on the freezing air. When the boat began to move far away from us, a couple tears rolled down my face. Jack must have noticed, because I felt his thumb touch my cheek and wipe a tear away.

"They'll come back Rose." He said in a soothing tone.

"They didn't see us."

Jack sighed. "I'll figure out something."

He looked out toward the boat. He then directed his attention to the dead man who was blowing a whistle earlier. He let go of my hand and kicked his legs to move forward.

"No, Jack…"

"I'll be fine."

I watched him weakly and timidly swim over to the piece of debris the man was hanging on. Jack tore the whistle away from his paralyzed hand and stuck it in his mouth. He whistled, but very quietly. I saw him repeatedly sucking in his breath and blowing out more whistles, each blow a bit more forceful. When I noticed the light shining back toward us, I smiled. They were coming back. Jack turned around and smiled at me.

I slowly made my way off the door and into the water. Not noticing how deep it was, and forgetting I wasn't wearing a life jacket, I swooped under for a moment. Very quickly I gasped and pushed my way back up. It felt like I had a heart attack, but then I made my way over to Jack; who was still smiling at me. I kissed his cold lips gently and waited with him for the boat to come.

The next morning I woke up in an enclosed room on a small bed. Jack's arms were around me and my head was resting on his chest. I looked up and saw him asleep. I was wearing a brown hooded overcoat and two blankets, but I was still kind of cold. Jack wasn't wearing any blankets, which I found simpleminded of him. I moved Jack's arms and got out of bed and on my feet; it felt good to be standing on a hardwood floor. It was dark in the room with a little bit of light shining in a small window with blue curtains surrounding it.

I was still wearing my wet gown. It was drier, but it still felt a little wet to my skin. I turned around and put the blankets that Jack was laying on over him. I kissed his head and opened the small wooden door ahead.

Looking out, I saw the beautiful blue skies and a couple seagulls flying around. People that were dressed in what looked like the clothes of the crew members that worked on the Titanic were running around helping passengers.

"Hello, miss. May I get your name?" A man asked with a notepad and pencil.

I didn't look at him right away. After looking around and processing that we survived Titanic and are now on another boat, I answered.

"Dawson. Rose Dawson."

"Thank you." He said with a smile, and walked off.

I took a couple steps forward and kept looking around at this ship around me. I saw a couple passengers I recognized, but none I ever actually met. I greeted them but was embarrassed because of how wet and dirty my clothes were.

"Good morning, Miss. Can I have your name?" A lady greeted me.

"Hello." I smiled. "My name is Rose."

"I see you've just woken up, Rose." She looked me over.

"Yes." My cheeks got a little rosy.

"Were you awake when we were explaining…"

"I don't think so."

"Very well." She put her hand on my back and began walking me forward. "Where is your room? Extra clothes should be in the closet and drawers of your cabin."

"I don't remember the number, but I think I know where I am. Thanks for the help…uh…"

"Mary-Anne." She smiled. "You're welcome, Rose. I hope I'll see you sometime before our arrival."

I nodded, and she walked off. I made my way over to where I remembered Jack and my room was.

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