A/N: Just wanted to clarify, this chapter takes place about a year after the previous one. Enjoy! R&R!

Rose couldn't believe the masses of people here in New York. There must have been hundred of thousands here. All present for different reasons, but one main cause. The war. There were soldiers in uniform, and Rose couldn't help but notice how esteemed and regal they looked. By the sides of many, were their wives and children. Tears and smiles surrounded them all. Some were saying good-bye as the men were preparing to ship out to Europe. Others were welcoming loved ones home.

Rose held her head high and kept walking, eager to get to work. Some days she still couldn't believe she had come here for the purpose of wishing Lawrence well as he shipped off to Europe and ending up staying here to live. She was happy that Frank got to stay in America, at least for now. He had been drafted into the Army, but his company had not been called to service yet.

Molly and Rose had come to see Lawrence off, and decided to stay and explore the city before returning home to Denver. Molly had been to New York many times, but Rose had only been once. And that one time was following the most tragic night in her life. Rose hadn't had time to do anything in New York but mourn Jack and agree to marry Cal. Molly and Rose had fallen in love with everything around them. After discussing it, Molly had some money wired over to them, and they rented a small apartment overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

Rose was pleased with herself, for after she arrived in Denver, she had sold all her jewelry, and had been able to live off of it very sparingly until she got the job with the theater. Then she continued to live off a small but steady income. After being born to splurge and never having to worry about the price tag, it was refreshing to not have to worry about spending money to please a social status. Though Rose was able to live like a queen, she chose not to. There was one thing that she had never sold, and that was the Heart of the Ocean. Rose had brought it with to New York, as she felt uncomfortable being far away from it.

Molly and Rose had come here in May of 1917. It was just over a year later and Rose reflected more on how things had changed. Now the women worked at an office, selling war bonds. Rose also volunteered as a nurse's aide at a small clinic nearby. The clinic was meant to serve the surrounding population, but when military personnel left for or returned from Europe, they were checked out at the clinic. Rose often found herself thinking deeply about Jack while she worked with patients. Although she mourned him every day, she couldn't help but be grateful that he wouldn't have to go off to fight in a war, and get killed or kidnapped. For now, she was blissfully unaware that he was placing his life in danger.

Europe

"Jack! You can't go in there!" Eric yelled over the roar of the flames. The building in front of them was an inferno, the heat rolling off in intense waves. Despite the coolness of early summer, the men were covered in sweat.

"I have to Eric! I know we're fighting against the enemy here, but there are innocent children in there. They do not deserve to die!" Jack hollered back. He knew he could get killed for what he was doing, but he'd seen innocent children lose their lives in an icy ocean years ago.

No one knew the cause of the fire. It could have been started on purpose, but it could have been accidental. Either way, Jack refused to stand outside this orphanage and allow its residents to burn, and he would not walk away either. Tyeing a scarf around his mouth and nose to help block out the smoke, Jack ran into the burning building, knowing that if he could save one life, it would be worth it.

America, A Few Days Later

Rose nonchalantly browsed through the morning paper as she sipped her coffee. There was nothing exciting in it, no new developments in the war. She flipped the page and skimmed it.

A bright flash of light followed by a crack of thunder startled her midway down the page. Knowing she'd likely forget, she got up and got an umbrella from the hall closet. She set it down next to her purse and returned to her paper.

"Good morning Rose," Molly greeted her as she exited her bedroom. "I see it's going to be a wonderful rainy day," she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Rose didn't respond. Thinking she must be daydreaming she turned and saw Rose had her hand clasped over her mouth, and a look of shock in her eyes. "Rose?" Molly walked toward her. "What in the world has.." Molly's words drifted away as she saw the article and picture in the paper that had grasped Rose's attention.

Private Jack Dawson Saves Orphanage Children From Inferno

Private Jack Dawson of Chicago, Illinois risked life and limb to save the lives of children trapped in a burning orphanage. We was nearby when the fire started and bravely battled the flames alone.

"I've seen children die before; it is not something you want to experience once in your life, let alone twice." Dawson stated.

The orphanage, Hoffnung Wasienhouse, or Hope Orphanage, was set a blaze by French troops, attempting to burn out enemy troops hidden in the cellar below.

"It makes me sick that anyone who think of harming a child to harm another. These children did not deserve to die, and they did not deserve the hell that was placed upon them." Dawson stated further.

There were two children in the orphanage at the time, both girls ages five and eight. No injuries or fatalities were reported.

Private Jack Dawson does not know when he will return home to America, but plans to return to his home in Chicago when he does. He has never married, and voluntarily enlisted in the service.

Tears were running down both Rose's and Molly's faces. For six years now, Rose had believed Jack to be dead. She knew now he wasn't. She couldn't peal her eyes from the picture of him.

Suddenly a new fear struck Rose. She had just discovered that the man she loved, whom she thought to be dead, was in a war zone. What if she lost him all over again?