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Rose sat in the waiting room of the hospital, in a blank mood, she had just experienced Jack dying—for real this time. She looked over at Natalia, who was sleeping in the chair beside her, tears filled Rose's eyes. What was she to do now without Jack? She felt the tears stream down her eyes and she felt like dying with him. There was no way she could live in this world without him.

Theme Song: "Bittersweet Symphony" ~ The Verve

Meanwhile, Cal was lying in the hospital bed, still unconscious. His breathing had become more severe, even in his unconsciousness, his loud, wheezing could be heard. However he had traveled mentally to:

~Flashback~

December 1915:

It was Christmas Eve for Jack and Rose and Cal and Cecily, and Jack and Rose decided to spend Christmas at Cal and Cecily's. So there they were, sitting around the dining room table, on Christmas Eve—with Cecily in her high chair at three years old. They were all talking when:

Cal: Ok, alright, um, quiet everybody. I have something.

Cal got up from his chair and walked into his bedroom.

Jack: (smiles) Rose, if he comes out with another one of his boring picture albums of him in London—run. (Rose, Jack and Cecily laugh)

Cal walks out with a big, white envelope and he sits down and sits back and raises an eyebrow with his usual "trying to be cool" expression. Cal handed the envelope to Jack.

Cal: There Dawson, Merry Christmas to you, Its not much but its something.

Jack and Rose and Cecily looked at Cal with shock.

Cal scoffed and briefly smiled.

Cal: Would you all stop staring at me like blundering idiots. (laughs)

Rose: You got—(Jack cuts in)

Jack: Me a gift? ME? Cal are you feeling alright?

Cal: Oh—look, do you want it or not Dawson? You're going to make me change my mind and take it back, now open the damn thing.

Jack picked the envelope up and scoffed and smiled. He opened it and inside was seven stapled sheets of paper. At the top of the first page of the six papers, it had in big, black letters: "Letter of Deed".

Jack read the first page and his eyes widened with surprise. He looked up at Cal and stared at him with a shocked look.

Jack: Is this—what I think it is?

Cal: The deed to you and Rose's home next door—yes. (laughs briefly)

Rose raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack and then Cal with shock.

Rose: What? I don't understand.

Cal: I bought the house next door from the owner and so the deed now belongs to you and Jack. That means no more monthly rent payments, only yearly tax payments.

Jack smiled and laughed happily and then looked at Cal with a smile and a shocked look.

Jack: Oh my—Cal, I—I can't believe this. I don't know what to say.

Cal: Thank you would be nice, Dawson. (smiles and takes some sips of his coffee)

Jack: (scoffs and smiles and shakes his head) I thought—I thought you said you couldn't stand me last week and that you were only pretending to be friends with me.

Cal: (nods and shrugs) I lied, Dawson. You may not be as sharp as me but—you're a friend, a best one, like a poor, third class, annoying younger brother I never had. (Jack laughs) An annoying little brother who is now with my ex-fiancé from me, but-still, well, you get my point, Jack. I consider you to be my best friend and that—well that's just to show my gratitude.

Jack smiled and looked down and actually felt light tears fill his eyes. Cal frowned.

Cal: Ok, well now if you're going to start getting all weepy eyed and crying on me, give me BACK my damn gift Dawson—Christ.

Cecily laughs.

Jack got up and walked over and hugged Cal tightly. Cal smiled briefly.

Cal: Alright, you're welcome, now get off me, this suit is new. (Rose and Cecily laughs)

Jack: Thank you Cal, really. See, those years back in 1912, I knew I was right. You really are a good guy, Cal.

Cal: Yeah—no, I'm not. You just caught me on one of my good days, Dawson. (Jack laughs)

Rose gets up and kisses Cal on the cheek and smiles.

Rose: Thank you Cal. You really are a great man.

Cal: (smiles and nods) Great AND handsome, lets not forget that.

Cecily, and Rose laugh.

Jack: Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's only ONE handsome guy in this room Cal and its me. (laughs)

Cal: (laughs) That's bullshit if I ever heard it. Keep dreaming Dawson.

Jack: What? I'll have you know—(Cal cuts in)

Cal: Later, later—its one other thing. I know you've been finding luck with your drawings and with McGuire but you need a job to pay the bills while you're waiting for the drawing to come to financial growth, so, starting Monday morning, there's a job opening, in the design department of my building in Manhattan, if you want it, its yours. The pay is—pretty great, seeing as how its owned and managed by me.

Jack scoffs and smiles and he and Rose look shocked.

Jack: Ok, who are you and what have you done with the REAL Cal?

Cal: (smiles briefly) What? This IS the real me, Dawson. I'm actually pretty kind to those I love and care about, all others? Well, you've seen my temper first hand, right Rose? (scoffs and laughs)

Rose: (rolls eyes) Oh when have I never seen it, Cal? (Cecily giggles)

Jack: You care about me, Cal?

Cal: (frowns and smirks briefly) Oh what the hell, its Christmas. Sure Dawson, yeah. (sighs and shakes his head)

So do you want job or not?

Jack: (nods and smiles) I do. Thank you Cal, really. This mean—so much to me. I'm so honored. I'm glad we're best friends.

Cal: (nods and smiles) Me too Dawson, Merry Christmas to you. (takes sips of his drink)

Flashback switches to:

March 1915:

Theme Song: "Father Figure" ~ George Michael

Cal and Natalia were in the living room of their home. Cal had been trying for hours to get Natalia to walk—take her first steps. Cecily was out shopping at the time.

Cal: (sat on the sofa and frowned) Well this makes no sense, I started walking at one years old. Come on Natalia, walk to papa.

Natalia sat on the floor, looking at Cal like he was nuts, but of course, she was only three years old. Cal sighed and lied back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a moment. He was tired, he spent all day, trying to get Natalia to learn different gross motor skills and walking was the last one on the list. Within minutes, he found himself asleep on the sofa for seconds and then minutes—several minutes, it was close to an hour, when Cal heard a LOUD crash in the room, he awakened suddenly and sat up and looked around. He didn't see Natalia sitting where she was when he lied down and fell asleep, he looked around and saw her walking from a short wooden table in the room, to the sofa over to him. Natalia had knocked one of Cecily's small, wooden antiques to the floor and it broke. Natalia walked over to Cal and smiled.

Natalia: (child voice) Hungry, papa.

Cal smiled and gasped.

Cal: Sweetheart, you're walking! You're walking!

Cal laughed and picked her up in his arms and spun her around, laughing happily. He kissed her on the cheek.

Cal: good girl, Natalia. You took your first steps! Papa's proud of you, sweetpea.

Natalia laughed in her toddler voice as Cal kissed her on the cheek again, happily.

Flashback Switch to:

April 1912:

Theme Song: "Nearer My God to Thee" ~ Titanic Soundtrack

Cal found himself standing on the deck of the Titanic, as it was sinking under water. There were people running around, screaming, panicking EVERYWHERE. He saw the men of the ship, trying to cut the ropes of the ship, to let the life boats drop into the water. He saw people jumping off the Titanic and into the water. He saw absolute chaos on the deck of Titanic. He frowned as he looked at everyone and everything.

Cal: (low voice) Why am I back here?

Cal walked over to the railing of the sinking ship and looked over and gasped and widened his eyes as he saw who was drowning in the water, nearby the Titanic. Drowning in the water, he saw himself, Cecily, Jack and Rose. Cal frowned more.

Cal: What—how? No—no!

Cal took steps back from the railing as he expressed a look of horror. He could hear himself and Cecily and Jack and Rose screaming in horror as they were drowning in the water. Cal covered his ears with his hands as the screams got ear blistering loud, he closed his eyes shut.

Cal: No! No!

Cal leaned down to his knees, still with his ears covered and his eyes shut and immediately he was transported to an endless green valley, with endless beautiful green grass and a beautiful blue sky and a bright sun. It was SPECTACULAR there. Cal looked all around him repeatedly, frowning in confusion.

Cal: Where—where am I now? (sighs loudly) UGH, this is bloody irritating! Where am I!

Immediately, Cal wakes up and sits up in bed, in the hospital room, gasping for air, sweating profusely. He sighs and lies back on his pillow, still breathing and wheezing heavily. He looked down at the bed with light tears clouding his eyes. He closed them as the tears streamed down his face. He already knew what was coming, and even though he didn't want it to happen, he knew he couldn't stop it. So he had to face it. Cal grabbed a notepad and pen, sitting on the table next to him and began writing.