June 18th, 1912
Mr. Harker's POV
From the day she first arrived, I'd wondered about that girl. I knew from the start that there was something odd about her, about the way she spoke, the way she held herself. She was naturally so well-refined. She seemed to be of a higher class than these country people. I had wondered, but hadn't said anything. Why would I?
The few times I'd encountered her, it was so painfully obvious that she didn't fit in.I'd thought of telling her to go back to where she came from. She didn't belong here with these people. She belonged with the rich and the famous. Not here. I prided myself on considering myself to be the highest class person in Chippewa Falls, and this Rose was getting in my way.
On June eleventh, I found a letter in my mail sealed inside a sophisticated envelope, with a Pittsburgh postmark. When I opened it, I found it to be on personal stationery, typed, not written, and the contents of the letter were most interesting. It was from a friend of mine. Well, I say friend. More of a business aquaintence. When one wants to make it big in the world, one has to be picky about one's friends. And the person who this letter was from was a definite must know-the steel tycoon Caledon Hockley, heir to one of the biggest steel companies in America. I knew him vaguelly; we had been introduced by a mutual friend and had worked on one or two deals, but we rarely kept in touch. To have a letter from him now made it all the more interesting.
In the letter, he spoke of his fiancée, who had gone missing after the sinking of the Titanic. He was most anxious to find her again, as he feared her emotional trauma would get the better of her and she would do something dangerous. He asked that any information of her whereabouts be reported back to him as soon as possible. I noted with slight annoyance that it's words were impersonal; it had clearly been mass-produced for many others besides myself. I also noted that a big reward was being offered for the girl's safe return. He described her appearance- green eyes, average build, and long, red, curly hair. Her name was Rose. She matched very well with that girl that Jack Dawson had brought back home with him, but I somehow couldn't quite believe this nonsense. But then after that rude little speech she'd given in that uppity voice of hers, somehow it all suddenly clicked into sense. I made my way home as quick as possible to dig out the letter from Caledon Hockley again. I looked over the details of Rose DeWitt Bukater and matched them to the details of the Rose that attempted so badly to fit into this small town. She was a perfect match in all ways, including her name. What was her surname again? Drat, she had never actually said. But then why would she, when she was hiding from someone? Of course, it all made perfect sense! I had found Hockley's missing fiancee!
I hurried upstairs to my study and wrote a letter to Hockley, explaining that the girl had been living here for several months, and how to get to Chippewa Falls. Letter sealed and stamped, I set off to the post office immediately to get it into the evening post. Excitement of having found the girl and the reward for her that Hockley would surely hand over aside, I did find the whole situation rather amusing. It was laughable that she could ever have convinced people here that she was just an ordinary girl like the rest of them, and now the truth was plain to see, I couldn't believe I'd ever doubted my suspicions in the first place. I wondered what Dawson had been up to on his travels to have stolen such a prize from a sinking ship. A curious tale, I'm sure. Anyway, I'd knew the girl didn't belong here right from the start, and now I was sending her back to where she belonged.
Short and snappy, but that's all that needs to be said for now xD On a scale of one to Donald Trump, how badly do you want to punch this guy? :P