A/N: Thank you to all of you who have sent reviews my way! They mean a lot to me, and really encourage me to keep writing. I have finally decided on a direction to take this story, so I hope it makes sense. When I started writing, it just kind of flowed, so some of it may seem a little, well, weird. Even though the character is based on me, I'm not really that zany, I promise. I just tried to make it sound like how a character would. My goal is to update at least every other day, if not every day. So while the chapters may be short, I'll try to make a lot of them. (As in, instead of 10 chapters that are like, 3,000 words each, they may only be a 1,000, but a lot of chapters.) We'll just have to see how it goes. As always, send your thoughts, ideas, etc, my way. I'd love to hear them!

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As usual, things started to happen so fast that I couldn't really give thought about what was going on around me, and I just kind of had to go with it. I figured that I would try to play it safe, and sooner or later I would learn everything that I needed to know in order to keep up the charade. Only, I didn't know what charade I was keeping up, as I still didn't know who I was.

Jennifer, just stop it right there, I told myself. I had always heard that you could talk to yourself as much as you wanted, it only meant you were crazy if you answered yourself. However, I figured I was probably close to being crazy as I could be anyway, so what did it really matter?

Just smile with these people, laugh with them, tell them what they want to hear. Sooner or later they will tell you everything you need to know, and you can figure your way out of this mess.

Who said it was a mess? I asked, and wondered which part of my brain had asked that. This was getting too confusing.

Jack, at least I knew who he was, smiled at me with that warm, sincere smile, the one that had gotten me every time I had watched the movie, and at that precise moment, I didn't care if I was the Queen of Sheba, because at least something was working out right.

He extended his arm to me, I took it, and off we went, walking toward the great dining hall.

"Are you sure you are feeling alright, Rose?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

Well, at least that answered that question.

"I'm fine. It just took a moment to get my bearings back, but I'm alright."

I hadn't realized it before, maybe because I had only said a few words, but my voice sounded different, a bit forced, but there was no mistaking that it was Rose's voice.

This is too much, I thought. exciting, but scary at the same time. I mean, who wouldn't give anything, I mean ANYTHING, to be part of their favorite movie? Unfortunately at the same time, I don't think it is a movie. There is definitely no acting going on here.

While I let those parts of my brain work it out among themselves, I decided to check out the situation and become comfortable with my surroundings. That way, I could enjoy where I was without worrying about tripping up too much.

"Rose, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long, get over here," called a voice. There was no mistaking that it belonged to Ruth Dewitt Bukater. My mother, I realized. It took everything I had not to wrinkle my nose. That was how much I detested the woman.

"I tripped, and it took me a moment to get straighted up - without making a scene," I added, knowing that was what she was wanting to hear.

She merely nodded. "Very well, I should have expected something like that." She gave Jack the once over as if being in the same room made her nauseated.

We made our way to the table where we were seated and I tried, I mean, I really tried, to act like a proper young lady. It made my brain hurt remembering every little detail from that scene in the movie to try to get it right. Though, as time went on, it didn't seem to matter, because this version didn't seem to follow that script, at least exactly. It was bit more, free play, if you want to call it that.

"So Mr. Dawson," Ruth began, "tell us how you aquired means to travel aboard Titanic"

Without missing a beat, he began to speak.

"There's nothing much to it, m'am. I like to say that it was a piece of luck. That's all any of us can ask for in life, you know. Everything that happens to us, is luck."

Ok, so I lied. It was almost like the movie. I never said I was perfect, you know.

Meanwhile, 98 Years into the Future

"Jennifer? What the hell are you doing? Why are you just sitting there? Get up!" a voice said, clearly irritated because of a scene I seemed to be causing, however, I couldn't figure out what it was that was going on.

"What are you talking about? Who are you? Take your hands off me!"

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought. It's me, Cody, your husband. And what's all that about 'take your hands off me'? I don't even have my hands on you. I was helping you up. But fine, be my guest, do it yourself.

I couldn't understand him. Who was he? What was he doing? And why was he treating me this way? Then I realized that I was still on the grand staircase, but my dinner dress was gone, replaced by some blue pants, I vaguely remember hearing them described as 'jeans' by those that Mother always referred to as 'vulgar' people. Though I couldn't imagine why. They were surprisingly comfortable. I was also wearing a top that was also comfortable, it was white with words written on it. I had to read it upside down, but I believe it read I Heart New York. Where would this have come from? And how would it have appeared on a ship that had yet to go to the states yet.

This, atrocious man, was holding his head in hands and looked thoroughly disgusted with me. For a split moment, he reminded me of Cal, however, I could already tell he wasn't as bad as that…thing.

Unfortunately, that didn't really help me out any. What was going on, and why did my head hurt so badly?

"Jennifer! Our tour is about to start any minute. Are we going or not? You were the one who wanted to come here, so I say lets go."

Why was he calling me Jennifer?

I didn't have much time to think about that, however, because he grabbed my hand and pulled us over to a line that seemed to disapear into a large lift.

What was going on?