Chapter 3:

"Hey, you ok?" asked the man.

"Uh, yes I'm fine," Rose replied.

"Ok good. By the way, I'm Jack Dawson," he said reaching out to shake her hand.

"Rose DeWitt Bukkater," she said.

[laughs] "I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down," he chuckled.

Rose laughed along. She couldn't stop thinking about her "vision". What did it mean? Was Titanic going to sink? Just the thought was frightening.

"YOU! What are you DOING? Get your filthy hands off of my fiancée!" yelled Cal, Rose's fiancé.

Rose looked down and saw that she was still holding on to Jack's hand. She quickly let go and stood up. Cal ran to Jack and grabbed him by the collar.

"You filth! How could you think you could even TOUCH my fiancé!" he yelled.

"Oh Cal! Let go of him, please!" insisted Rose.

"You KNOW this filthy gutter rat trash?" he shouted.

"No-I mean yes. He saved my life," she explained.

"What. Him?" Cal said, in disbelief.

"Yes, it's quite stupid actually. I was leaning over to see the ummm, the ummm…" she tried explaining.

"The propellers?" he asked.

"Yes! The propellers! And I slipped and I would've gone overboard, if Mr. Dawson hadn't saved me," she said with a fake smile.

"Oh…alright then, let's go now Rose," Cal said.

"Actually, before we go Cal, I was going to invite Mr. Dawson here to dinner," she said.

"What? Why? No, absolutely not," he said firmly.

"Well, he DID save my life, Cal. Is that not worth anything?" she said.

"Oh, alright, be at dinner tomorrow, alright Dawson?" said Cal.

"Okay, I'm in," Jack said.

"Let's go now, sweet pea. It's getting late," Cal said.

"You go ahead, Cal. I'll come in just 5 minutes," she told him.

He gave her a disapproving look and walked away, disappearing behind the first class entrance.

"Jack, I just want to say….,"

Suddenly her voice cut off and Rose closed her eyes again. This time she was in the first class part of the ship. There was no panic, no tension like her previous "flash". She looked around and saw herself…walking around the boat deck with Jack.

"Well, Rose, we've walked about a mile around this boat deck, chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon' that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?" asked Jack.

Rose watched curiously.

The Rose in her "vision" took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Dawson, I.."

Jack cut her off and said, "Jack."

Rose continued, "Jack, I want to thank you for what you did…"

Rose could hear that she was saying more, but couldn't hear. Suddenly her eyes opened and she found herself right back by the stern with Jack. She looked down and saw that she was touching his arm.

"Yes Rose, what do you want to say?" asked Jack with a confused look.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dawson; I'm going to have to leave now. I will see you later. Good night," she said as she walked away in a rush.

Jack's face filled with confusion. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that tomorrow he would try to talk to Rose again. She seemed like a nice girl to him.

Rose was walking back to her suite. The whole time she was thinking what just happened. It was just like the flash she had when she touched Jack before. It was quite odd. What was happening to her? Before she could keep wondering, she reached her suite and went inside to get some rest.

END OF CHAPTER 3

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