A/N: Thanks again to everyone who has read and reviewed this story, I truly appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy the concluding chapters of this story!

Theme Song: "Spreading Wings" ~ Gabriel Yared

Jack had awakened slowly off the ground. As he sat up on his knees, on the ground, he felt his back slightly reeling with pain. He could feel the blood streaming from his lips. As he touched his lip, he saw a small amount of blood on his hand. Jack smiled.

"Blood," Jack said in a low voice.

Jack laughed as he got to his feet, his head felt like a ton of bricks at first, and as he touched his forehead, he felt a stream of blood. He was hurt, physically hurt, but he was human. Jack looked down at his clothes, he was still in his all white clothes, but he was human. Rose, he thought. Rose Dawson, he had to get to her. He quickly ran out of the alley then stopped. He thought how now that he was a human again; he had no idea how to get to Rose's home. As an angel, he knew because all he had to do was pop up where ever his angelic sense told him she was at, however Jack had no angelic sense anymore, he was now a mortal, a human. Oh! The address, the address that he gad given Rose, and told her he lived at. He told her he lived at 1233 Eastender Lane. Yes, all he had to do was follow that address and find her from there. He quickly ran down the street, en route to the address. As he ran down the streets of New York, he felt an amazing feeling, he could feel the cool night air breezing on his skin again, he could feel the pores on his skin reacting the chill that was crawling up and down his body. Jack laughed with joy, yes what a great joy it was to be human again, and more so, to be human and to get a second chance to be with Rose again, the woman whom he loved more than life itself. As he ran up to 1233 Eastender Lane, he stopped and sighed with a smile. He remembered how she told him how she was ten houses down from him, ten houses down from 1233 Eastender Lane. Jack quickly started walking down the street, counting the houses as he went and—finally, he got to the address—1243 Eastender Lane. He stood in front of the door of the house and sighed. He was so nervous, for reasons that were unknown to him. He knocked on the door and within a few minutes, Rose opened the door. She stared at him with shock, with confusion, as if she'd seen a ghost. Jack smiled at her briefly.

"Hi Rose." Jack said in a light, warm voice.

Rose stared at him with tearful eyes. Was she really seeing what she thought she was seeing? Could she be? Could Jack Dawson be actually standing right there in front of her door?

"What—how?" Rose said with a tearful voice. "I—I'm dreaming—yes that's it, I—I'm dreaming again, goodbye."

Rose tried to close the door but Jack quickly walked forward and lightly pushed the door back open.

"Rose—no, wait!" Jack said with a slight laugh and a brief smile. "No, you—you aren't dreaming again. I really am here. See, look."

Jack took Rose's hand and held it and she looked down at her hand in his and frowned. She could really feel him. She looked up at him and frowned more as tears streamed.

"How?" Rose asked with a tearful voice.

Jack looked at her and blinked moderately.

"Can I come in?" Jack asked. "Then I can explain it all to you."

Rose stared at him with tearful eyes of surprise. She wiped the tears away and nodded slowly and moved aside for him to walk inside and as he did, she closed the door behind him closed.

Rose and Jack were sitting at the table in the kitchen, while Jack was hurriedly eating up a bowl of pasta and explaining to Rose how he'd became human again.

"And so that was it, Rose." Jack said between eating his last bite of food.

Jack paused and took a sip of water and sighed.

"That was DELICIOUS." Jack said with a smile. "I haven't tasted food in two years and this was my third bowl of pasta you gave me and it—it tastes just—great. Now that I'm human again, its like I have this strong insatiable hunger now."

Jack laughed and Rose stared at him with seriousness.

"So you were Angel Matthews," Rose said with seriousness, while staring at him, "but you couldn't show who you really were to me, but you were sent back here to help me—on orders from God?"

Jack nodded as he glanced down at his empty plate.

"Yeah, and I'll tell you, Rose." Jack said with a smile. "Heaven was so beautiful, being an angel was beautiful. I had all these incredible powers and earlier this week, I brought this little girl, Lilly to heaven, but then later that day, I saved a man who was about to die in a hospital—I mean I actually saved him! David said it was because angels have the power to save a life, as well as to carry the spirit of a life about to die, to heaven. Oh it was SO amazing, Rose. When I finally realized I was an angel and that I was in heaven, they asked me what was the best thing I loved about Earth and I told them, it was you, well that it was you, Rose."

Rose stared at him and smiled and looked down at the table briefly.

"And you gave up being an angel in heaven—just to be back here—with me?" Rose asked.

Jack looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah," Jack said with a smile. "I love you Rose."

Rose smiled as tears filled her eyes and she got up and walked over to him and pulled him up to his feet and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Afterwards, she leaned her head up against his and smiled briefly as tears filled her eyes.

"For two years," Rose said with a tearful voice, "for two years, I wished for you to come back, so we could be together again, so that I could love you again and—and it's as if my wish came true. I—I am SO glad you came back to me, Jack."

Jack smiled and wiped her tears away.

"Of course I came back. I couldn't stay away from you," Jack said in a low voice, with a smile. "I love you, Rose, today, tomorrow, forever. I'd leave Heaven and cross every mountain and every sea to be by your side, because I love you."

Rose hugged him tightly as she broke into tears. He hugged her back warmly. She then pushed him away lightly and kissed him with more passion than she had ever imagined feeling for and with him. As he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, she was still hoping that what she was experiencing was real and wasn't a dream. Oh she wanted it so badly to be real, but as he made love to her, she knew it was no dream, it was indeed real, she could feel it, she could feel him, and it was better than the time they had spent in the backseat of that car on Titanic. This time was more emotion filled and passion filled. It was filled with an ecstasy type euphoria that was indescribable for Rose to explain.