"I beg your pardon, Mr. Dawson?" Rose huffed, Jack sighed, he sat on the ground,
"Grandma, wait, where's Leslie?" Carol asked,
Rose gasped, "I left her on the ship!"
"What ship? Was it that girl there on that ship?" Jack asked,
"Yes, let's go!" Rose huffed, grabbed Jack by the hand and yelled, "Take care of those plants Carol!" and ran towards her old car stuffed up in the garage. She opened the door and cheekily said "Right this way Mr. Dawson,"
"Thank you, Madam," they both laughed, Rose got in and put her hands on the wheel eagerly,
"I haven't drove one of these in ages,"
Jack shifted nervously, "Uh, may I ask how long?"
Rose leaned back and thought, "About 20 years, give or take,"
He mumbled to himself, "Oh great,"
~~~
Rose POV,
4 hours of silent awkwardness, Jack was so, obsessed with the sights and all the cars, I guess it's because he's never seen anything like it, he's missed a huge gap in time. Who knows maybe he will warm up to it. When we arrived at the helicopter, he stood there in awe, he hasn't been there when flying machines were invented.
I smiled, "Oh, the traveler finally doesn't know what something is,"
he frowned, "Give me a break, this is overwhelming , I mean, what is that huge thing?!"
"Oh, and did you know it flies?"
"What!? Seriously?! Oh man," he mumbled,
I grabbed his hand softly, "Come on, let's go,"
~~~
Normal POV,
Leslie was rocking back in fourth on the hard wooden floor in her cabin, Brock tried to calm her, but it was no use. She was in shock.
"My- My Nana is 18 again, and-and, that boy is alive," she mumbled, just then, Rose walked in,
"Leslie?" she asked softly in her accent, "Are you alright?" she kneeled down by her Granddaughter and rubber her hand on her back, to comfort.
"Nana?" Leslie asked, "Is-Is that you?"
"Yes," Rose soothed, "I guess this is how you mentally break down a grown woman," Rose joked,
Leslie couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sorry Nana, this is just such a shock, I mean, one day you were 101 and the next your 18,"
Jack walked in, "You doing alright Leslie?"
Leslie started, "Who are you?"
Rose sighed, "Remember when I told that story about my time on the Titanic?" she asked,
Leslie nodded,
"Well, meet Jack,"
Leslie turned pale, "Here we go again," sighed Brock who was silently sitting on a chair,
