"Right this way sir" said the nurse allowing Cal to enter the room.
He walked slowly, as if each footstep he moved was more frightening than the last. The nurse grabs him from his arm, afraid he might faint.
"Would you like a doctor checking you? You look sick"
"I know I'm sick," said Cal without looking at her. Of course he was sick, the Titanic sank just a few weeks ago.
The nurse showed him the room where Rose was, and smiling left saying something about the lack of nurses and a lot of work. Cal didn't listen to her; he had too many things in his head. He finally was in front of the room, his hand went through his hair, something he did when he was nervous or mad. He opened the door and found a pallid Rose resting in a small hospital bed.
"A nurse told me you know me" she said in a low voice. She looked as if she could break in any minute.
Cal found a chair near the bed and sat there. He was silent for a moment, and then looked at her and smiled.
"Yes, I think I know you very well, though that fact used to make you angry" he said.
"Who am I?" she asked with her fearless green eyes. Cal felt his heart pump faster, he missed that look so much.
"You're Rose…" he started talking but she interrupted him "The nurse already told me my name, I'm not talking about that. Who am I?" she asked again.
"You're the most intelligent woman I ever met, and I'm not saying it as a compliment," Rose laughed "You love music, and going to the theater. You read a lot, and you love art more than anything else. My house is full of paintings because of you, and I don't like art" said Cal holding her hand.
Rose was nervous, and he didn't blame her. Rose's body stopped shaking after a few minutes.
"Where we very close?" she asked looking at their hands.
"We were close then… Well we had our problems"
Rose looked disappointed "I can't remember anything, it's like if… It feels like I can't think. I know nothing from my past; I can't imagine any type of future. I am a stranger to myself," she said starting to cry. Cal wanted to hold her in his arms but he couldn't forgive himself of what he did at Titanic.
"I can move you to a better hospital, or take you to my house. This hospital is not very good" started saying Cal, not knowing what to say.
"What? No! I don't want to move. Don't you get it? I'm scared, I don't know who I am, and I don't feel ready to go out to the world that I'm supposed to know," she said desperately.
"I'm sorry… Sure, I understand. Of course"
"Who are you exactly?"
"Me? I'm Caldeon Hockley"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, it means nothing. It's just a name"
"How did we met?" said Rose obviously full of questions.
"At a party of some common friends. You surprised me right from the beginning."
"I surprised you? What possibly could I have done that surprised you right from the beginning?" she asked with a hint of a smile.
"You were telling to a very respectable man that he knew nothing about art, and something about a surreal vision of the ordinary world… I don't remember exactly," said Cal laughing at that almost forgotten memory.
"You talk as if we were a couple" said Rose now much calmer, with her hands in her face feeling the tears seconds ago were falling from her eyes. Cal stayed quiet.
"Did I said something wrong?"
"No. You were… You were my fiancée, but you met someone else"
"Where is he now?" asked Rose and Cal even when he hated Jack and even Rose sometimes because of what happened in the ship couldn't find the courage to tell her.
"Only you know" he answered coldly.
"I… How? I don't understand you"
"I have to tell you about certain ship first for you to understand."
