The following afternoon, Jaclyn was outside exercising Sampson around the jumping ring when she noticed a man with shaggy blond hair and a leather sketchbook. He looked up at her every couple of seconds and then continued to draw something in his sketchpad. After she was done, she saw he was leaving.

"Hey, wait up, Jack!" Jaclyn called to him as he turned around. "I saw you were drawing something again, can I see it?"

"Sure." He opened up to where he drew a girl that looked like Jaclyn jumping a horse that looked like Sampson over a large double oxer jump.

"Wow, I didn't know I could jump that high!" Jaclyn smiled, noting her progress.

"You are quite a good rider and probably could."

"Thanks!" Jaclyn smiled cutely.

"Emmy is thinking of getting Jessica a new horse."

"Oh really?" Jaclyn petted Sampson as they walked down the aisle toward his stall.

"Yeah, she told me last night, maybe a former international champion." Jack knew who he was talking to, but Jaclyn had no idea.

"Really? Sampson is pretty famous you know. He was a Show Jumping champion before he was mine." Jaclyn backed Sampson into his stall and put his leather halter on. It got quiet suddenly. "Your so lucky to have known both your parents. I only know my mother and she won't tell me who my father is. She says I really look like him though." Jaclyn said,breaking the ice.

Jaclyn continued to groom Sampson as he ate his lunch. He seemed to be listening also. When she was finished she shut his stall door and asked if she could look at the sketchbook again. While she was going though it, she noticed lots of sketches of a woman. "You know, this woman looks a lot like my mother." Jaclyn noted.

"Really, she was a girlfriend that I had a long time ago."

Jaclyn started to piece things together a little. "Did you travel on Titanic by any random chance?"

"Yeah, why?" Jack scratched his head.

Jaclyn kept her silence, figuring that Jack would figure it out on his own why she as asking.

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Jaclyn looked down at the taxis and people hustle down the streets of New York. It was evening now and Jaclyn was waiting for her mother to come home from work at the theater. Her babysitter, Maddi, worked on some homework that she had on the couch and occasionally looked up at the clock.

"Hey Maddi, If I told you something would you keep you silence about it?"Jaclyn asked, already knowing she could trust Maddi with her life.

"Sure." Maddi replied without looking up from what she was writing. "What is it?"

"I met my father today." Jaclyn said quickly.

"And I became a millionaire today." Maddi replied as she finished up writing a sentence and flipped the paper over.

"I'm serious Maddi, Jack is my father!"Jaclyn exclaimed.

"Jaclyn, just because you look like him and he was on Titanic does not make him your father. A lot of people survived just as a lot died, you know that. Rose just happened to be lucky, or you probably would not be here today."

"Maddi come on. I look like him and everyone knows it!! How can he not be?" Jaclyn sat down on the couch next to her.

Maddi closed up her notebooks and put her books away in her book bag. "A lot of reasons. I'll see you tomorrow Jac."

Jaclyn laid down on the couch and counted the ceiling tiles as she fell asleep. She was awoken by the sound of the door opening and closing and a key dropping on the table. Her mother was home.

Quickly, Jaclyn got up and went to the kitchen. "Hey mom, remember you were telling me how you met my father on Titanic when I was a little girl? Well I think I met him today."

"That's not possible. Your father is dead Jaclyn, how could you have met him??"

Jaclyn boosted herself onto the counter. "Well at the stable today I met a man named Jack Dawson and he looks a little like me and he is an artist! He was drawing me and Sampson jumping today and when I was looking at his sketchbook, there was a drawing in there that looked like you! She had a really beautiful dress on and when I asked where this came from, he said the Titanic."

Reality hit Rose that Jack had never died and that he was where she could find him!

"Does he work at the barn?"Rose asked.

"Yes and he lives there with Emmy."

"Are they married?" Rose became a bit worried.

"No, not that I know of anyway. Do you want to meet him??"Jaclyn smiled.

Rose got nervous at the thought of seeing Jack again in nine years. She defiantly was not seventeen anymore and looked different than she did ten years ago. Then she began to wonder if he would still even love her anymore.