Molly sensed how out of place Ruth was feeling besides Jack and Rose. Both had come with them to their meeting with Patricia. Ruth wanted to greet the woman, who was now responsible for her daughter's wellbeing, personally and had insisted to accompany them.

"Mrs. Harrison, I believe you know Mrs. Brown and this is my mother, Mrs Dewitt Bukater," Rose introduced them to each other.

"Pleased to meet you," Patricia said as they shook hands.

Ruth found her nice, but a little bit reserved.

That's probably just her job. She surely gets to hear so many painfully stories that she must be completely committed to emotional blunting by now. Otherwise I'm sure that she's a great woman.

"I'm sorry that I've no time for you now, but you see there're so many appointments I've to go through," she said.

While Jack and Rose were sitting inside, Molly and Ruth had gone to get some coffee.

"I hate this hospital coffee," Ruth choked out. "Oh, I know we're not in the hospital, but I do feel like it," she forced a smile.

Molly looked at her. She actually wanted to talk about something else with Ruth.

"I'm just happy that they're finally seeking help," she added. "Rose was so reserved lately and…I'm just glad that it seems to be getting better."

Molly had to admit that she had really come a long way. She still slightly remembered the Ruth from Titanic. How she not only accepted Jack, but also supported their marriage. It was something that Molly would've never thought possible.

"They're really a great pair, right Molly? Luckily Rose was able to find someone more suitable for her than Caledon Hockley. And hopefully with the attendance of Mrs. Harrison they'll soon both feel better."

Molly moved her arm forward to squeeze Ruth's hand.

"And what about you?"

Ruth looked at her perplexed.

They weren't here, because of her. So what was the use to this question?

"I know how you must feel beside them, Ruth. There's no need to hide anything. In fact I thought about something…"

Ruth dimly heard Molly talking. She was asking her to move in with her.

"But I can't leave Rose just now, she needs me. I've been there for her…"

Molly shook her head.

"Ruth, you're not putting her down. You'll still be living in the same city, just not in the same house."

…

Patricia scribbled down some notes in her book, watching as Jack was holding his wife close.

Rose had told her how they had lived in California and how their daughter had gotten ill one day.

"Maybe, if we had gone to the hospital earlier then she might still be alive," she choked out.

Jack immediately moved his hand over to her.

"No, Rose, don't think that it was your fault. It was an illness, a tragedy…," he slowly stroked her hair, while Rose closed her eyes refusing to think of anything but Jack.

Only he made her feel comfortable and safe.

Patricia watched them hugging each other, deciding to wait for a few minutes before continuing with the session. She could hear Jack whispering something into his wives ear and eventually Rose did even smile.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harrison," she said as her head shot up once more.

Rose straightened out the wrinkles of her dress, sitting up again.

"Mrs. Dawson, you've nothing to be sorry about. Like your husband said, you did everything to unsure that your daughter was safe, but sometimes horrible things happen to person totally innocent, who didn't deserve it at all."

Rose sighed leaning back into Jack's welcoming arms.

"My wife is still overwhelmed of her grieve," Jack told her while holding Rose. "But we're so glad for your help and everything."

Patricia only gave them a reassuring smile.

"The doctors they sure did everything in their power…," he said, but voice didn't sound convincing.

They had told Patricia also of Rose's attempts to work in a children's store and how things had only gotten worse. Patricia however knew that Rose needed to be around people more and also children. Jack and Rose were a young couple, they shouldn't be grieving their whole life for their dead child.

But for now, it seemed better to Patricia, for Rose to take it easy.

….

"You mean you and me in a flat, alone?" Ruth's eyes widened.

"Of course I do, why not? You'll see us two…that'll be fun…"

"But my daughter…"

"Rose has Jack, Ruth. He'll take care of her. But you should think more about yourself."

"My daughter has been willing to die for Mr. Dawson rather than be with me, because I've been thinking too much of myself," Ruth said not really understanding Molly.

"That's not what I mean, Ruth. I know that you made mistakes, but everybody does and now I feel that you really try hard and that you're a completely different person."

Ruth turned her head slightly away, considering Molly's words.

In a way Molly was right. She couldn't help Rose, even if she was with her twenty four hours a day. And yes, seeing Jack together with her daughter, made her feel like the odd one out sometimes although she knew that the two of them had no bad intentions.

"Come on, Ruth. You can't deny that you're sometimes feeling lonely," Molly grinned.

She didn't add – without a man.

"You should go out more and I'm sure you'll eventually meet someone nice," her smile grew brighter.

"Molly! Really! What do you think of me?" Ruth called out aloud as if Molly had said something forbidden.

I think that you need a man.

Molly mumbled a sorry, but couldn't help to still grin.

….

"I believe we've come to an end for today," Patricia said.

"Do you think that I'll ever forget Finnie's death?"

"Mrs. Dawson is point is not to forget her death. No mother could do this. But you should learn to live with it," she spoke up gently.

Rose nodded letting the words sink in.

"We so much appreciate your help, Mrs…," Jack began, but the rest of the sentence was lost, when the door suddenly opened.

Just as Patricia wanted to say something to the person about the disturbance, she changed her mind as she saw just who had been coming in.

"Mama, Mama…"

"I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't hold them back."

Patricia took her daughter's hands. Not that she felt embarrassed, but she was sorry for Rose knowing how it must be for her.

"I assume that these are your children, Mrs. Harrison?" Rose's voice was surprisingly calm.

"Yes, this is Louisa and this is Claire," she explained. "And this is my husband, Brian."

Rose eyed both children.

This is what Finnie would've looked like, if she had…

Jack who sensed her distress came up to her, putting his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

Louisa was the spitting image of her father, while Claire with her dark black hair was obviously a younger version of her mother.

"Brian, these are Mr. and Mrs. Dawson."

After the obligatory handshaking Rose and Jack thought it better to leave them alone, they surely wanted to be alone with their children.

"You've sweet little children, Mrs. Harrison," Rose spoke up.

"Thank you," Patricia told her.

…..

"So, Thursday it is," Patricia said as all stepped out of the room.

Molly and Ruth stood up, Ruth somehow watching Patricia closely. She didn't know why, but there was something about this woman that she didn't really like, but she placed it on her bad knowledge of human nature.

After all hadn't she been the one to trust the Hockley's?

And Molly seemed to have much confidence in her.

"Of course," Jack answered.

"I'm glad I was able to meet you too, Mrs. Dewitt Bukater," her voice was genuine.

Patricia smiled at Ruth.

Yes obviously her mind was misleading her. Patricia was only a normal psychologist and as it looked like a good mother to her children.