"It was all as though it were a bad dream. Everything seemed so surreal. A few days ago I had boarded the ship of dreams, the ship that everybody said was unsinkable. The night of the sinking was one of the worst nights of my entire life. However I wasn't going to give up on Jack, on the man that saved me," Old Rose said.

*We are taken back to the flashback of the scene in the water.*

"Jack come back," Rose croaked, shaking Jack with all of the strength that she could muster.

"Rose, you must save yourself, forget about me," Jack suddenly said hoarsely.

"No Jack, you saved me, this time I'm going to save you." Rose pulled herself off the door and tried with the little strength she had to pull Jack onto it. She failed rather miserably.

"Rose what are you doing, why did you get off?"

"Jack get on the door, I'm going to get help." It was so difficult navigating through the icy waters when either of them could barely feel their bodies. It was impossible trying to keep the door still enough to be able heave Jack onto it. Rose lifted Jack under his arms and pulled him onto the door; at this stage he was slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Come about!" a voice bellowed. With Jack safely on the door, Rose swam to the dead officer with the whistle. The life boat swam over to where Rose was.

"I have a man with me," Rose paddled back to the door on which Jack was lying on.

"He looks dead miss. I'm sorry ma'am," Harold Lowe said.

"Please give him a chance."

"He's not moving, I'm afraid I can't do anything, you've just to leave him." Rose feared that Jack really was dead but she couldn't give up if she didn't know for sure.

"If you don't let this man into this life boat, then I'm staying right here with him."

"All right miss," Harold Lowe reluctantly agreed, directing the lifeboat towards the door where Jack lay. He heaved an unconscious Jack from the door into the lifeboat.

"Thank you," Rose said.

"It doesn't look good though ma'am."

Rose ignored him. She took Jack's hand. "Please be OK Jack, we've made it this far, you can't give up now. Please Jack." She was so afraid that he was already dead; her heart tightening with panic as if a serpent was choking her. She gently felt someone squeeze her hand back.

"Oh Jack!"

"Rose...you have...to go on," Jack shivered.

"Don't say that Jack, you're going to make it. At least try to make it for me." Rose took her jacket off and wrapped it around Jack. She huddled up close to him and wrapped herself around him.

"Here give him some of this," a man who had just been rescued said, handing over a flask.

Rose took the flask tentatively.

"It's whiskey, it'll warm him up," the man said.

"Jack, drink some this, it'll help you." She sat Jack up; he was barely conscious. She put the flask to his lips and poured the harsh tonic down his throat. Jack spluttered and started coughing.

"You have to drink," Rose said, pouring more down his throat. Jack who was used to strong spirits let it slide down his throat like water and the warm violent burn in his chest seemed to revitalize him. Rose poured some more down his throat.

"You should have some too miss," the man said. Rose herself down a few mouthfuls of whiskey.

"Thank you," she said handing the flask back to the man.

"He seems like a strong lad, you'll both make it. Is it just you two?"

"Yes, just us two," Rose said. Cal and her mother were dead to her.

"I pray to God my wife has made it; I told her to get into a darn life boat and not to worry about me. I told her I'd be just fine." Rose hoped that the man's wife had made it, there was still a chance as she was a woman and from the middle class, but there were no guarantees. Rose's heart broke for all those dead bodies that were lifelessly floating around and also for their loved ones. She prayed that Jack would make it; he was out of the water now so that had to be a good sign.

"Please be OK Jack," Rose whispered, clutching his hand tightly. "I won't let go."