April 21, 1912
Jack had just gone of the Titanic. He was now walking in the streets of New York. Everything around him was alive. The people, the lights, the stores. Jack didn't know if he would ever feel like that again. On the Titanic he had met the most beautiful woman in the whole world. Someone who came from first class. Someone he had thought he would never had the chance to be with. But God had had some other plans for them. Jack had seen her the first time on the deck of first class. Something inside him told him to keep looking at her. There was this feeling that told him that this girl wasn't happy. And he had been right. Back then he had no idea he was going to fall in love with her. Rose. He didn't get the chance to say that he loved her. Yes, he did. When he and Rose had been in the water she had told him she loved him. He had just wanted to make sure she wasn't saying her goodbyes. She had to go on with her life.
Jack had done everything he possibly could to let Rose live. But in the end it didn't work. She was gone when Jack had opened his eyes again. He had felt water surrounding his head and something inside him told him he had to kick for the surface. So that's what he did, but when he was above the water, Rose was nowhere to be seen. He didn't even find her on the Carpathia.
Jack decided that he should look for a place to sleep, since he had no home. It was just how it had been like before the Titanic. He had thought that he and Rose would make a living for themselves, but all of that was impossible now. He was totally alone again. Fabrizio also hadn't been on the list. Jack wanted to cry. He had lost the love of his life and his best friend.
Suddenly there was a light shining into Jack's eyes. He looked before him and saw he was standing before a building. It's name was written on the top. 'Anytime'. He was wondering what that could be. He opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, so Jack couldn't see very well. Suddenly someone turned on the lights. ''What can I do for you?'' A man asked.
Jack was a little bit startled first, but soon found his voice again. ''I...I didn't know what this building was, so I stepped inside.''
''A little bit rude, isn't it?'' The man stepped closer to Jack.
''Sorry, I didn't mean to be. I was actually looking for a place to sleep, sir.'' Jack said. Hoping that maybe this man could help him.
''Are you homeless?'' The man asked.
''Well...I'm actually a...a Titanic survivor.'' Jack found it difficult to talk about it.
The man gasped. ''Oh...that's...well...I hadn't seen that coming. I heard about it. It must have been awful.'' The man said. Now having a little pity for Jack.
Jack just nodded. He didn't know how to respond.
''Don't you have any relatives?''
Jack looked at the man. He just wanted a place to sleep for the night. He hoped that this man could help him, so Jack decided to be truthful with this man. ''My parents died when I was 15 and I don't have any siblings.'' Jack stopped talking for a moment. ''And...my...my wife died on the ship.'' It was the first time that he really said to himself that Rose had died. It was best saying the truth to yourself than hoping for something that wouldn't come back. He called Rose his wife because maybe the man would think of letting him stay here for the night if he knew that Jack was a widower.
''I'm sorry for you...what's your name? If you don't mind me asking.''
''It's Jack, Jack Dawson.'' Jack said.
''I'm really sorry for you, Jack. My name is Donny Edwards, by the way.''
''Nice to meet you.'' Jack said, shaking Donny's hand.
''I'm sorry I was a little tensed when I saw you come in. It's just that you cannot trust every person here in New York.''
''That's okay. I understand.'' Jack nodded.
''So...you said you didn't have any place to sleep for the night?'' Donny asked.
''That's right, sir.''
''You can sleep here for the next week if you want. This is sort of a hotel, so there are more people here. I don't assume you have any money, because you are a survivor of the Titanic, but that doesn't mind. You can stay this week for free.'' Donny smiled.
''Thank you so much, sir. That really means a lot.'' Jack said. He was grateful that he had a place to sleep for one whole week.
Donny laughed. ''You can stop calling me sir, son. Just call me Donny. I would prefer that.'' He winked.
''Okay, and you can call me Jack.''
Donny nodded. He handed the key for Jack's room over to Jack. Jack thanked him again and then walked to his room. Donny watched him as he walked away. The boy must have been through something very tragic. He even lost his wife. He wondered when this boy would genuinely smile again...