Theme Song: "The Unfeeling Kiss" ~ Gabriel Yared

Rose had walked up to the door of the home where Angel a.k.a Jack said he lived at, as she was about to knock on the door, Jack instantly appeared behind her.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon, again." Jack said in a low voice, with a smile.

Rose turned around, surprised to hear him behind her. Where did he come from? Rose looked at him and frowned and she didn't have to say anything, Jack already knew what she was thinking.

"I was already out and on my way to returning um—back here." Jack lied.

Jack was hoping she wouldn't ask to come in, because he didn't have the key to the home, because he hadn't actually lived there. He didn't live anywhere on Earth anymore, his home was now in heaven.

Rose nodded and glanced down at the ground briefly.

"Oh well um—I—I was wondering if you could keep me company this evening?" Rose asked in a light voice. "I—I'm making dinner and well—"

She stopped and looked away with a sad look.

"I have no one to eat with." Rose said. "Not anymore anyway and I—I don't want to be alone another afternoon."

Rose looked down with absolute sadness and Jack allowed his emotions to show on his face, once again, as he looked at her with absolute sympathy. He touched her arm and smiled at her briefly.

"Sure Rose." Jack said warmly.

Rose nodded and walked away and he followed.

Theme Song: "Uninvited" ~Alanis Morisette

Rose led Angel, a.k.a. Jack to the kitchen of her home, as she began pulling out different pots and pans to cook dinner with, Jack looked all around the kitchen observantly. There was pretty, yellow wallpaper on the walls of the kitchen, modern 1914 cooking appliances, and a big square table sitting in the middle of the spacious kitchen floor. By the time, Jack had finished looking all around her kitchen, Rose had gotten out some apples, and other food ingredients. Jack recognized some of the ingredients already but decided to let her tell him what she was making. He leaned up against the kitchen counter she was standing at and stared at her with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you making?" Jack asked.

"Wisconsin Apple Cobbler." Rose said as she was combining shredded cheese and butter in a bowl. "It was one of Jack's favorite meals. He used to tell me how his parents would fix it for him every Christmas when he was a child, before they died."

Rose stopped stirring the butter and cheese in the bowl, as tears filled her eyes.

"I—I remember he told me the recipe only once." Rose said with a tearful voice as she stared down into the bowl. "He only told me it once and I still remember it, I never forgot one single recipe ingredient."

Rose closed her eyes briefly as tears streamed.

"That's how much I miss him." Rose said in almost a whisper. "I still remember the simplest things that he told me."

Jack stared at her while blinking moderately with emotion in his eyes.

"Like how, you should only use Jonathan apples that are peeled, cored and sliced, when making a Wisconsin apple cobbler." Jack said in almost a whisper, as he stared at her with a serious expression.

Rose looked at him with a slight frown.

"H—how'd you know that?" Rose asked with surprised, yet suspicious eyes.

Jack stared directly in her eyes, as if he was almost speaking to her with his eyes, without him having to say a word.

"I have my ways." Jack said lightly with a brief smile.

They shared intense, yet silent eye contact for a few minutes, before he looked away and frowned and slightly shook his head.

"You really miss him, don't you?" Jack asked.

Rose sighed with her eyes closed again and as she wiped tears away.

"So much, it hurts." Rose said lightly.

Theme Song: "Ghost Original Soundtrack: Unchained Melody {Orchestral}"

Jack stared at her and felt it happening again, he felt emotion building up within him, the emotion of pure love and passion for Rose.

"Can—um, can I try something with you, if you'll trust me?" Jack said in a low voice.

Rose looked at him with an eyebrow raised and then with a blank look.

"What?" Rose asked.

Jack looked down and frowned and then looked back up at her.

"I'd rather show you, than tell you, it's easier. Just—trust me—for a minute or so, alright?" Jack said, as he stared in her eyes.

Rose stared at him, unsure of whether she should trust him or not, she truly didn't trust him, because she hardly knew him, but she hesitantly nodded while blinking moderately.

Jack nodded slowly and slowly walked behind her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, and placed his arms and hands over top of her arms and hands warmly. He stood as close behind her as possible and oh how he wished to smell the scent of her hair again, to feel her warmth against him, but he couldn't, but something amazing was happening, Rose felt a presence from him, but it wasn't the presence of Angel Matthews, it was a presence she was familiar with, the presence of Jack Dawson. She felt his touch on her arms and hands, his warmth from behind her, she felt him holding her. He leaned in to her ear.

"Close your eyes, Rose, just for a moment." Jack whispered in her ear with a faint smile.

Rose closed her eyes as Jack held her closer and smiled.

"I'm here, Rose." Jack whispered in her ear.

Rose opened her eyes and turned to face him, and she saw Jack Dawson—not Angel Matthews. She gasped as her eyes widened and she saw him—Jack, standing there. He was standing there, just like in her dream, in all white clothing and with an angelic, gold glow all around him.

"Jack, Jack, is it really you?" Rose asked with a tearful voice.

Jack nodded as he pulled her closer in his arms and smiled. He knew she was able to truly see who he was because he had wanted her to, it was like David said, it really was all about 'wanting'.

Rose broke into tears and hugged him tightly and began kissing him on his lips repeatedly through tears.

"Oh Jack! You're here!" Rose said excitedly through tears. "You're here!"

Jack pushed her away lightly and passionately kissed her. It was a kiss she had missed and longed for, for two years. As Rose wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with complete passion and emotion, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen, he wanted to feel love with her, a love he hadn't felt from her in two years.