After the Titanic set sail and the cheering had died down, the trio went to look for their room. After searching down a couple of hallways, Jack finally found it.

" Right here." He said, opening the door.

Jerry observed the was nothing much. Just a couple of bunkbeds, a dresser, and a small window, but it was good enough for him. Better than sleeping out in the streets. Also in the room were two men.

"Jack Dawson. Nice to meet you." Jack said, friendly introducing himself as he shook the man's hand.

Fabrizio climbed up the top bunk and layed down in it.

" Who says you get top bunk?" Jack asked as he got after Fabrizio.

The two of them laughed as they wrestled each other, with Jerry chucking at them quietly and the men watching them in confusion.

"Where's Sven?" One of them said quietly to the other.

Tired of watching them wrestle, Jerry went on Jack's bed and fell back with a big smile on his face.

" This bed is so comfortable. I think I'm just gonna nap here for a while." He thought.

But as soon as he shut his eyes, one of the men looked down and noticed him on the bed.

" Mouse!" He screamed.

Jerry sprang out of the bed as the man started wacking his towel at him.

" I thought this ship was suppose to be rodent free!" He said, continuing to wack his towel.

Just then, Jack saw what was going on and went to grab the man's wrists.

" Whoa, hey stop!" He said as the man put down his arms and Jerry hiding in his pocket.

" He's with us."

" Who keeps a mouse for a pet?" He questioned him.

" He's not a pet, he's my friend."

The man suspiciously looked at Jerry.

" He won't bother you, I promise."

The man took a minute to consider.

" I should report this to the crew, but you seem like a trusting boy, so I'll go easy on you. But if anything goes wrong because of him, he'll be swimming with the fishes." He said, turning back to his friend and continuing to unpack.

Jerry peeked out of Jack's pocket.

" This ship is so great that it's making forget I'm still a mouse." He thought.

" I think that's enough excitement for one day." Said Jack.

Jerry agreed and went to help him unpack.

In another part of the Titanic, Rose and her maids were taking out paintings and other essentials. In the corner of the room, Tom was taking a nap. He had grown bored with the unpacking and it had been a busy morning. As Rose was admiring the paintings, Cal walked in.

" Not those finger paintings again." He shrugged.

" They certainly were a waste of money."

" They're fascinating." Rose replied.

" Like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic."

Waking up from his nap, Tom saw one of the maids struggling with a painting.

" Careful." Warned Rose.

But the painting was too great a weight for her to handle and she started to fall back. Tom went over and caught her in the nick of time. He slid the painting off of her and got her back on her feet. Rose rushed over to them.

" Are you alright?" She asked her.

" I'm fine. Thank you." She said to Tom.

" Why don't you take a break. I got it." Rose advised her.

The maid nodded her head as she sat in a nearby chair. Rose turned to Tom as he gently handed the painting to her.

" Oh, Tom. If only Cal was as sweet and kind as you are." She said, kissing his forehead.

" It wasn't a big deal." He thought, blushing.

" After we're done unpacking, we can start getting ready for dinner." Rose said.

" Ooh, food!" He thought, smacking his lips.

Tom then looked around and saw that there were still tons of suitcases, bags, and boxes to be unpacked.

" This is gonna be a while " He thought, yawning as he snuggled into another cat nap.