Chapter 7

Brea walked aimlessly along the pier after leaving Jack's. She had too much going through mind to return to school. She didn't feel like trying to explain this Emily if she couldn't explain it to herself. Could the woman in the drawing and her mother be one in the same? And if that was true what did it mean. Had she been on Titanic? And if so what had happened aboard that doomed ship? The sun was setting and her mind was filled with questions. Questions she could not answer on her own. She wandered back to her room, it was already late and Emily was already asleep. She laid down in her bed and drifted into sleep.

It was dark and cold, the water was lapping peacefully. She looked around at the hundreds unmoving body surrounding her. It was too quite for so many people but she did her some voices, familiar voices.

"I love you, Jack."
"Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes."
"I'm so cold."
" Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?"
"I can't feel my body."
"Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise."
"I promise."
"Never let go."
"I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack."

Brea woke with a start, beads of sweat sticking her curly hair to her face and neck. What she had just experienced was more then a dream. She shivered, she could still feel the icy waters of the North Atlantic. All the questions she had hours earlier were now answered. She jumped from her bed and ran from her room. She ran along the pier her white nightgown blew back as she ran. Her bare feet pounding against the wood of the pier, her lungs filled with cool air. She arrived a her destination without realizing where she was headed. She knocked on the door and within a few minutes a tired and confused Jack answered.

"Come with me." She said grabbing his hand like she had the day before.

"Wait Brea, what's…"

" Please just come with me." She said beginning to run the way they had run from the valet. They ran for blocks before Brea stopped in front of a fancy hotel.

"This is it."

" This is where, Breeeea." But interrupted when, with had still intertwined she took off again. It was only until they entered the lobby that Brea realized how the must appear. In their pajamas, running through the lobby of a first class hotel, how absurd, she almost laughed but decided to pick up her pace when she heard a hotel attendant yell;

" Miss, sir stop."

They ran up the stairs to the third floor. Out of breath, she began to search for a room.

" 10, 12, 14, here it is." She said as she began to knock.

"What the hell are you doing?" But before any other words could be spoken the door opened.

" Brea, what are you doing here, are you ok?" Rose was perplexed, here was her daughter, who she hadn't seen in months, in her nightgown, sweaty and out of breath. She then saw that her hand was holding someone else's.

Rose saw a face that she believed to live only in her dreams. Could this be happening? She held tight to the door frame to keep from falling down.

Jack saw her, he was so happy. For so long he had mourned for her and here she was, vibrant as ever.

"Rose." he said breathlessly, that had nothing to do with running.

" Oh, Jack." She said embracing him

"Rose, I love you, so much," giving her a passionate kiss.

"I love you too.