Chapter two: The Beginning of the Adventure

The train thankfully was not crowded but Rose had to share the compartment with a few people. She had hidden the huge engagement ring in her pocket as soon she had entered inside, in fear of being questioned.

Rose's forehead was pressed against the window and was often bumped against it as the train made its way to Boston. Please woman was complaining about the low services of the train and a man was snoring in his seat. Rose ignored all of them as she held her bag closely in her lap and admired the beautiful landscape.

"Excuse me Miss" the woman who was complaining before about the low services said. Rose turned to look at her and so did all the passengers, their faces twisted in curiosity. "Are you married?"

"No, I am not" Rose replied, seeing the woman's face change to disapprove.

"And how old are you?"

"Seventeen"

The woman tsked. "Young people. Instead of focusing at finding a suitable husband they're travelling around"

"With all due respect Madame" Rose replied, her tone calm. "But I don't remember asking your opinion about my marriage status"

The woman reddened in embarrassment and leaning back to her seat she murmured something that Rose couldn't acknowledge. Leaning her forehead against the cool window again, her mind raced to Jack Dawson. His artistic, rough hands, his talent to draw, the haunting voice signing in her ear "Come Josephine on my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes..."

She had never been in Boston before and that was the reason she selected to go there. She had only been in New York with her mother and Cal before and after Titanic. She hadn't the chance to see much, they only stayed in a rich hotel, dinning with some snob people, drinking champagne and pretend to have fun. This was not fun.

Later, she travelled over Europe- England, France, Spain, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, Greece- and then back in England. They weren't supposed to travel with Titanic, it was changed so Cal could be talking nonetheless about his money in the grandest ship of the world. In fact, Rose was lucky. If she hadn't met Jack Dawson she wouldn't have been able to escape from the cage and learn about love.

What was going to happen now? She could find an apartment and a job, maybe as a waitress or a secretary, just to feed for herself. Life was precious and she had now to make it count. Since Jack had died and hadn't the chance to continue living, she would make it count. For him.

16th July 1912

Boston, Massachusetts

Rose packed all of her belongings and buttoned her jacket as the train pulled in the station. From the window she could see the people waiting patiently, either for getting the train or waiting for family and friends. Rose saddened at the thought that she had no one right now; but having someone like her mother or anyone else loneliness is better.

Holding the bag safely in her arms, she exited the train looking around. The day was hot and the sun was making her sweat under the corset. She walked through the people who were greeting some friends or family happily. Rose wished she had brought a hat with her.

She didn't know how Boston high society was but she knew that she would never be able to become a member and she was glad. Rose DeWitt Bukater had run away, the gossips would spread around but now she would be known as Rose Dawson. She just has many things in common with the DeWitt Bukater girl.

Rose's heels echo on the corridor as she walked to the big stateroom. Cal was admiring the ship, how elegant and grand was.

"Honestly Mr. Hockley, I'm happy that you are such a fine man. Rose will show you her thankfulness at your marriage years" Ruth laughed.

Cal chuckled. "I only expect a few things from Rose. To be fateful, obey me and give me heirs. Nothing else"

"And she'll Mr. Hockley. Don't worry"

"Excuse me, Miss?" a man asked her. "Can I take your name for the passengers arrival?"

"Rose Dawson" she replied, feeling proud of herself. She was a Dawson now. Maybe it was not her legal surname but she would keep it until the day she close her eyes and reunite with Jack somewhere else. If they were lucky somewhere where pain didn't exist.