Chapter 3
Jack frantically walks through the crowds of people who surround the streets. He nearly runs, though the people hold him back, so he is forced to walk.
Jack does not want to wait one more second to see Rose again. He wants to find her, kiss her, hold her in his arms.
Then a thought strikes him, and Jack slows down. What if Rose doesn't care about him anymore? What if she is so caught up in her acting, she won't care? Jack shakes these thoughts away. Of course she'll be glad to see me, he thinks. But then he thinks harder, and he realizes Rose might be married or even have children.
Jack begins to worry now. That wouldn't be the case though, would it? She still has Jack's last name. Jack's worries continue though, and he begins to think up of crazy ideas of how Rose will not be glad to see him again.
Then suddenly, he turns onto the street with studio, and he knows the man hasn't lied. Crowds of people carry film, props, and cameras, beginning to bring it up onto the rooftop where the man claimed they were filming.
Jack blends along, spotting the brick studio close by. He knows Rose is in those doors, and he gets more nervous which each step he takes.
Crowds of people go by, and a ladder being carried by a plump man nearly hits him as he goes along. He swerves through props and people as he makes his way towards the brick door, and suddenly, he stops in front of it.
The door swings open before he has the chance to even touch it, and groups of people come by, carrying more items. A few actors and actresses come out with the crew, but none of them are Rose. None of them have the long, red curls or beautiful smile that Jack is looking for.
He makes eye contact with a few people, giving a slight head nod, and he goes inside, the sound of moving objects and the footsteps of people growing louder than outside.
A man stands in the center of the room, pointing at people and instructing them as they pass by. Hallways stretch across the room, each one with a silver doorknob and faint letters written on it. One of these rooms contain Rose.
Jack freezes as he notices the man eye him. The man gives a call to one last person, then makes his way over to Jack.
"Hello, sir," he says.
Jack gives a slight cough, looking down at his shoes, then he looks up. "Hello."
"I don't seem to recognize you. You can't be an actor," the man says, looking at Jack from head to toe. "And you most definitely are not a worker."
"I'm looking for Rose," Jack quickly blurts out.
The man nods slowly, and he opens his mouth to speak again. "Looking for Miss Dawson? Yes, well, I've got to say you are the fifth this week. Miss Dawson has no time to autograph whatever you have for her, and we're filming in less than fifteen minutes." The man steps closer to him now. "So I suggest you walk out of this door and head back to where you came from."
Jack wants to punch this man in the nose, but he knows it'll do no good. He knows he'll be escorted out without another word. Jack swallows hard, then speaks again. "Please, sir," Jack begs, his blue eyes beginning to fog up with tears again. "I am no crazed fan. My name is Jack Dawson."
As the name "Dawson" is mentioned, the man's eyes light up. "Relative, eh? Or are you her husband? I didn't think she was married."
Jack knows he can't blurt out Rose's secret, so he lets out a deep sigh. "Yes, I'm a relative. Please, sir, I've traveled all this way to speak to her. It's very important that I do."
The man looks at Jack once more, and he lets out a sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe you. Go ahead. Her room is on the right side, and her name will be engraved on the door."
"Thank you, sir," Jack says, heading into the right hallway.
As he continues down the narrow hallway, the voices fade out, and Jack grows nervous as he hears only his footsteps on the wooden floor.
As he continues walking, he notices a door with a shiny and polished silver doorknob and bright silver letters that spell out "Rose Dawson".
Jack's heart beats faster now. Rose is just beyond this door. Rose, his love, is on the other side of the wall.
He presses his ear up against the door, listening to the sound of another woman yelling to keep still. Then he hears her voice. He hears the sweet, beautiful voice of Rose. Jack can't make out what she says, but he knows she is in there.
Then, with as much courage as he can, Jack knocks on the door.