A/N: I promise my chapters will get better from here! This chapter was a little hard for me to write, because I have never written anything quite like this before, and the little transition in between was a bit hard for me to figure out. However, now that it has actually happened, hopefully, it'll get better. Also, if you have any suggestions on ways to make it better, let me know! I will gladly accept your help, as well as give you credit for it.

Thanks for reading!


I found my eyes staring into the most beautiful green eyes that I had ever seen. It wasn't the color that caught my attention, however, it was the depth within those eyes that truly seemed to pull me into the very soul of them.

I was at a loss for words, which anyone will tell you that is a rare occurrence for me.

"Are you alright, Miss?" he asked again. I looked again to realize that not only were his eyes magnificent, that he truly had a concerned look on his face. Something that is so rare these days, chivalry being dead and all.

Like an idiot, I nodded, not really sure what I was supposed to say. What had happened? Was this a cruel joke that Cody had concocted to continue giving me a hard time, or was there something more going on?

Then I looked down. Gone were the jeans and I Heart New York shirt that I hard worn in, replaced by a light pink dress that was gathered at the shoulder, held in place by a pink rose. Slowly, I lifted my hand up toward my head and found my fingers touching an elaborate up-do, that I wouldn't have dreamed of having, except that - in a dream.

I shook my head. Surely there is some logical explanation for this, I thought. Either that, or I fell harder than I thought, I'm in a coma somewhere and this is my brains way of healing.

Though, as the seconds flew by, I was beginning to realize that I wasn't in the museum anymore. But that wasn't possible, was it? Oh, I was standing on the bottom steps of the grand staircase alright, but it wasn't in a museum, and it wasn't a movie set either. There something so…real about what was going on.

"Who are you?" I blurted out, before I had a chance to realize that I should probably just keep my mouth shut.

He tilted his head to one side and peered at me questionably.

"Are you sure you are alright?"

I couldn't understand how my asking who he was questioned my being alright, but I decided to go along with it. Not to meniton that he was really cute. Like, there aren't words to explain it, but I'll get to that later.

"I'm alright, at least I think. I tripped, and got a bit disoriented, but I'm fine." (At least that way, I was somewhat telling the truth, while trying to find out a little more about what it was that was going on.

He seemed 5to finally relax. "I'm glad to hear that. For a moment there, I was really worried. I couldn't believe that you didn't seem to know me."

So we knew each other….I smiled in spite of myself. There were hopes yet.

Unfortunately, I still didn't know his name, but I decided to play along and hopefully it would come out sooner or later.

That was the least of my worries, however, because we were suddenly joined by people left and right. These people, though, were extremely dignified. It didn't seem possible to put the two things together, people being rustled around like cattle, yet walking around like royalty at the same time, but these people were doing it alright.

"What happened - did the calvery just charge?" I joked, hoping that it would help me buy some time to figure out what was going on. I felt like I was grasping at straws, trying anything and everything I could think of to figure out what was going on.

"It's funny you should say that," he said. "That's the second time today that I heard that." I thought I saw a teasing glint in his eye.

The second time? The only other time I had ever heard anything like that was the last time I had watched -.

Whatever it was, it made my heart hammer. There was something about him that made me shiver with excitement. But how could that be possible? I didn't even know him.

Alright, that was enough. Was it just me or was I seriously weirding out.

Ok, Jennifer, I told myself. Just stop right there. This is NOT happening. I don't know what you did to yourself, but you just need to stop right now. You're going to close your eyes, count to ten, and when you open them, you are going to be wearing your jeans and t-shirt, and enjoying your tour of the musuem.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…"

I opened my left eye slowly, followed by my right.

No such luck.

"Jack! There you are!" I heard a loud female voice calling. I knew it could be none other than the famous Molly Brown.

Well, at least now my suspicious had been confirmed. He really was Jack Dawson, if that were even possible. But then, who did that make me? Was I me, Jennifer, or was I -

The thought floored me. Had I turned into Rose?