A/N: I am SO sorry for the delay! Again, sorry 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times! If you don't know what Cricket fighting is, Cricket fighting is when you take two crickets and then they start to kill each other, they fight to the death… I'm sorry for the short chapters… Really!

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Hope's P.O.V

I watched earnestly as James and Silas teased their crickets. They prodded them with sticks, getting them ready for the fight. I looked towards Silas's cricket, Jumper; he was big and burly with beady eyes and a low chirp. Then, I turned to James's cricket, Lucky Legs; it was very small with big eyes and gave a high squeal of determination. I loved to watch the cricket fights.

I loved being at Mrs. Smith, my nanny's, home. And, I loved playing with her children, Mary, James, and Silas. Since, Momma had to work; she put me under the care of Mrs. Smith for a few hours. Mrs. Smith was a very clean woman who loved to cook. She was very short and had loose, brown, stringy hair. She made cookies for us when we were really good. I loved cookies…

I was startled as James called out the signal to start the fight. I strained to see more considering I was the shortest, weakest, and frailest out of the group. "I can't see!" I exclaimed. Suddenly, someone shoved me, and I fell backwards, hitting my head on the pavement… Then, I blacked out…

Rose's P.O.V

Well, Jack and I spent the afternoon catching up on what we've missed in the last six years. Suddenly, I saw a small figure approach us. It was Silas, Mrs. Smith's son. I stood up, startled as the little boy opened his mouth.

"Hope fell down, and she's hurt!" He panted, chest heaving. I didn't waste any time, I bolted to the Smith house as fast as I could. Jack called to me all the way over there, but I didn't hear him. I just wanted to make sure my baby was okay…

Silas's P.O.V

I followed Rose to the house, running the whole mile there. I literally collapsed on the sofa as soon as I came inside. I heard Mother and Miss. Rose talking and then I saw the man that Miss. Rose was with. He was outside, and then he knocked on the door. I peeked out to him. "Sir, are you friends with Miss. Rose?" I asked as I stepped outside.

"Yes. May I come in?" He asked. I shut the door on his face and ran up the stairs, calling for Mother. As soon as I came downstairs with her, Mary was already at the door.

"Sorry about my younger brother," She said as the man came inside, "he still doesn't talk to strangers." She laughed. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Do not!" I huffed under my breath. Mother walked downstairs to speak to the guest and Mary.

"Well, Mary," Mother said, "what about you? The rule 'Don't talk to strangers' applies to you and the boys." Mary bowed her head in shame and muttered a 'Sorry, Mother' to Mother. She walked upstairs and came back down the stairs with her doll. I rolled my eyes. Mary was already twelve, turning thirteen in a couple months, and she still played with dolls! I mean, I was still six, and I played with cars and I ran from the six-year-old girls, but I played masculine stuff, too. I cricket fought. And, when James would allow me, I would play with him and the older boys down the street.

Anyways, Mother let the stranger inside. "Who are you?" She asked. The stranger took of his strange hat.

"I'm Mr. Jack Dawson," He said and stuck out a hand for Mother. She shook it cautiously, and eyed him.

"How do you know Miss. Rose?" Mother asked suspiciously.

"We go back a long time," Jack replied calmly. Soon, I caught sight of Miss. Rose, whose eyes were red and puffy.

"Hope will be okay," She sighed.

"How do you know?" The stranger asked.

"I checked on her," The doctor appeared. He was round and chubby, and he reminded me of Saint Nick. Jack nodded.

"Thank you, sir," He said and shook Santa Claus's hand.

"Take care of Hope now," He said as he made his way out the door. I tugged on Rose's skirt, and looked up at her.

"Will Hope be okay?" I asked very much. Rose smiled.

"She'll be just fine," Rose said kindly and hugged me. I gave her a hug back and smiled to myself. It would be fine. I knew it would be. Then, I could play with Hope! It would be so much fun! I couldn't wait. But, who was this stranger that claimed to know Miss. Rose Dawson?

A/N: Well, I hope this chapter was worth the long wait. So, I was going to the do the rest of the chapters in omniscient point of view, just for the experience. I know it's very hard for people to update, especially with school, but I'm going to try very hard to update; especially on weekends. Thanks a bunch!