I cried when writing this, so if you cry, it's not just you. Everything starts to get sad from here. Spoiler: people die in this chapter. Oh, and if you really want to hear a song that makes you think of Titanic, listen to Between Temptation: Memories. Memories is the name of the song.

The next stairwell we came to was smaller then the first, but had way less people, too. A scared steward was telling everyone to go to the main stairwell. They were all in a huddle, trying to argue in all sorts of different languages. I could feel Jack tensing beside me. Finally, he exploded with an impressive stream of common swears that I could tell he really meant. This was my first time seeing Jack angry, and I was impressed. He didn't lose his cool. He just swore and did what was actually rational-ish.

"God damn it to hell, son of a bitch!" he cried, and began to yank at the side of a bench bolted into the floor. Tommy and Fabrizio joined in, and Beth and I began to clear a path through the people once we realized what they were going to do. Beth had been unusually silent, but now she was yelling and gesturing, getting people out of the way.

The men rammed the bench into the gate after they had freed it, then again, and the gate fell over, off the rail. The group streamed through, the steward unable to do anything about it.

We let the flow carry us up to the first class deck, where there was a group of musicians playing a suite. I remembered them playing from earlier. Fabrizio chuckled ironically and said, "Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class." I laughed. So did Jack and Beth.

We came upon a family of a mother and two girls getting into the boat. The father was trying not to cry and handing his little girl to the woman, who was also crying. "Hold mommy's hand and be a good girl," he told the crying toddler. "This is a boat for the mummies. There's another boat for the daddies coming soon. Bye, sweetie. I love you." Jack looked around. That was the last boat on this side. "You'd better go and check the other side," he told his two buddies. They nodded and Beth took a deep breath.

"Wait, I'm coming." She gave me a hug and then hurried after the two men. I squeezed my eyes shut. Please, please let her be safe, I thought. Even if she has to die in this time period. Let her get home safely.

Rosie's POV

I screamed as the crowd surged forward, trying to escape the ice water. It flowed faster now, and soon, even on the top step, I was knee deep in it. I began to cry. Oh, Cass, please, I hope you know what you're doing, I thought desperately. My skirt swirled around me. Babies were screaming and women crying, men trying not to but still leaking a tear. A little girl next to me clung to me, and I picked her up. Then I took another look at her. It was Cora. I recognized her from the movie. I hugged her, picking her up, and tried to share my little warmth as the water creeped up my chest. I couldn't cry anymore, I was shivering too violently. It was silent now, and I realized that the babies had all already died. As the water closed over my head, I succumbed to the blackness that had already taken little limp Cora.

Cass's POV

Jack looked at me expectantly. "Rose, get in the boat," he ordered. I shook my head. No effing way.

"I'm not going without you," I replied, planting myself firmly to the ground.

"Get in the boat, Rose," a voice said behind me. It was Cal. I turned and looked at him. The piece of filth, trying to get me in the boat? He probably only wanted whatever dowry I had. I stepped closer to Jack, and my lover put him arm around me protectively. Cal looked like he was in pain.

"My god," he said, trying to hide his hurt, "look at you! Here, put this on." He shrugged out of his coat and handed it to me. I knew it was because I was in a wet slip and stockings, but I put it on anyway. The chill wind was biting right to my bones.

"Quickly, ladies, step into the boat. Hurry!" the crewman urged, motioning for me to get in the boat. I looked up, tilting my head back to look at Jack.

"No. Not without you," I said between clenched teeth. "And you," I began, turning to Cal. "I know what you're going to say, and I know there isn't a boat waiting for you and Jack. Maybe you, you would be the kind to bribe someone into letting you on the ship, but not Jack. They aren't letting men on, and you hate Jack." As Cal's face turned pale, I ranted on. "I'm not a complete idiot, you know, Cal. I know when and when not to trust you and you're as easy to read as a book."

Aha. I knew my Titanic! I had found a way to stop Cal from coaxing me onto the boat, and without giving an unbelievable excuse. Plus, it was worth the look on Cal's face.

Suddenly, he picked my bodily up and almost threw me into the boat. "I am not going to let you die, Rose," he said, hissing it into my face. I was so shocked, I did nothing. "You are getting on this boat." As the boat began to lower, I began to scream Jack's name over and over. Cal's smug face and Jack's shocked, handsome features was the last thing I saw before the upper deck was out of sight.

I took a deep breath and in those few seconds, made a quick and final decision. I jumped onto the ship, hanging onto the rail for a few seconds, then hauling myself over and tumbling to the deck. I ran through the crowd, weaving among shocked passengers and looking desperately for Jack. He met me in the foyer, and we collided, embracing each other tightly.

"Rose, you're so stupid, Rose, why did you do that, huh?" he asked in between kissing me. Finally, he held my face an arm's lengths away from him, as if reassuring himself I was real. I smiled, tears coursing down my cheeks.

"You jump, I jump, right?" I said. Jack just looked at me, then pressed me to him. I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly, reveling in the feeling of his body under my arms.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the cherub statue next to us exploded. I looked up to see Cal, a murderous look in his eyes, pointing a gun at Jack. Jack and I ran, trying to hide behind everything we could as the madman fired over and over. Finally, we reached the stairs going down, and sloshed through the freezing cold ice water. It was up to Jack's waist, and just under my chest. We stood for a while, breathing, shocked.

Rosie's POV

I woke up in a dark room, a noise playing by my ear. Slowly, hopefully, I opened my eyes. The sleeping figures of Cass and Beth were slumped on the couch and floor. I sighed and looked at the TV, trying to see what part the movie that had inspired my nightmare was on.

I did a double take. Cass and Jack were trying to save a little boy, who was crying his eyes out.

It wasn't a nightmare. To wake up, you had to die.

I shuddered and turned all my attention to the screen.

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