Hockley Mansion, Philadelphia, June 22nd, 1912

A sharp knock on the door to a shack interrupts the two off-duty servant's game of cards. They share a glance before the man facing the door gets up to answer it, "How may I help you?"

In the rain, the servant finds a rather poorly dressed man, clearly not of class, looking rather angry, "I need to speak with that fellow you've got in there."

The servant raises an eyebrow, "Pardon me?"

The man motions into the room towards the servant still sitting at the card table, "Him, I need to speak with him. Now."

"Why is that?"

"Ask him. He'll know."

"Forgive me for asking, but do you have the clearance to be here, or must I turn you in for breaking and entering?"

The man says in something of a growl, "Let. Me. Speak to him."

The servant who was still sitting at the card table calls out over his shoulder, "What's taking so long, Jim!"

Jim turns to him, "There's someone here to see you, Carl, but I can't imagine why. It's not someone I know."

Carl stands up and makes his way over. On seeing the dirty man, his eyes narrow, "You! What the hell are you doing here?"

The man grins, revealing his yellowed teeth, "We had a deal. Do you remember? You made a promise and I haven't heard a thing since."

Carl snorts, "Well, that's because Mr. Hockley wouldn't hear it. So, you can take your fantasy story and delusions elsewhere. She is dead."

Jim's head snaps towards Carl, "I beg your pardon, I'm a bit lost here. Who is dead?"

Carl rolls his eyes, "You know, the deceased fiance, that Dewitt-Bukater girl."

The man in the rain snarls, "She's not! I saw her! I can get good money from what I know, and I'm going to make sure I do!"

Jim raises an eyebrow, "Mr. Hockley saw her die, didn't he?"

The man in the rain rolls his eyes, "Obviously not!"

Carl shouts, having had enough, "She is! You aren't going to get any of that damned money you want! Hockley will not hear of this and neither will I! He's leaving for Wisconsin in a month or so to see about courting that Bradshaw girl, anyway! Now, get off the premises before we have to dra-"

Carl is cut off by a calm but icy voice, "What is going on here? The two of you shouting can be heard from across the yard here."

Carl stammers, "M-Mr. Brodrick...I'm deeply sorry. W-We didn't mean to be so loud."

Mr. Brodrick looks at him, "I could've sworn I heard mention of Mr. Hockely's late fiance, what brings her to the conversation?"

The man in the rain grins, seeing his opportunity, "She's not dead, sir. She's not. I saw her with my own eyes."

Mr. Brodrick raises his eyebrows, "Well, it's more likely your delusional then right-"

Carl mutters, "Exactly."

With a sharp looks towards him, Mr. Broderick continues, "But, it can't hurt to inform Mr. Hockley. Tell me what you know, Mr...?"

"Mr. Langlon, sir. I think it's best if I inform Mr. Hockley myself. I want payment for this information."

Mr. Brodrick cocks his head to he side, "Well, give me the information and, should it prove valid, you know where to find us."

Langlon narrows his eyes, clearly displeased, "Fine. I'll tell you what I know..."

...

The water is rushing into the room faster than her hands can work. Rose fumbles around in drawer after drawer for the keys until Jack's voice interrupts her, "You have to get out of here, Rose. It's coming in too fast. If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

Rose looks up, "I'm not leaving you here, Jack. I'm going to free you and we're leaving together."

Without waiting for a response, Rose moves through the water, which is not well above her hips and steadily rising, to a case hanging on the wall and searches for the right key, but it's nowhere to be found, "It's not here, Jack!"

When there's no response, Rose looks over to see Jack looking at her calmly, but with pain in his eyes, "You have to leave, Rose. You have to get yourself out of here, I'm not letting you die with me."

Rose lets out a sob as she wades through the water towards him and throws her arms around him, "No! I'm not leaving you, Jack. I'm not. I love you, I love you."

Rose kisses him, but Jack pulls away after a moment and moves so he's looking into her eyes, "If you love me, Rose, then you'll leave. You have a life to live, go! Live it."

Rose looks at him through her tears, knowing she has no argument, she leans in and shares one last long kiss with him, "I love you, Jack."

"Go, Rose. Go!"

She nods and turns towards he door, only to find it closed. She swims over and reaches for the handle and turns it, having to go mostly underwater to do so. She pulls the door, but it doesn't budge. The water has sealed it shut. She comes back up, "It's stuck, Jack! I can't open it!"

She turns to him to find him frozen in the process of climbing higher to stay above water. His eyes are wide with fear, not for his own life, but for Rose's. Rose hesitates before she tries one more time, but it proves worthless.

She makes her way to Jack, swimming through the deep water, "Look, Jack. I'm scared and I don't want to die, I want to live my life with you, but here I'll be with you."

Rose wraps her arms around him, but Jack won't let her give up "No, Rose. You gotta make it...you're too young."

Rose just holds herself close to him and, before she can do anything, the weight of the water behind the door becomes to much and she screams as the wave of water washes over them...

Dawson Household, Chippewa Falls, July 15th, 1912

"Jack!" Rose sits bolt upright, gasping for air. She looks around frantically before her eyes fall on Jack sleeping peacefully beside her. She let's out a sigh of relief and falls back against the bed, realizing it was all a nightmare. She hasn't had one in...at least a month. Jack's nightmares had never fully gone away, but hers had. What brought this on?

Despite her waking up, the air around her feels suffocating, as though she's still underwater and, not wanting to wake Jack, all she can think of is how she needs to get out of the room, out of the house.

Without thinking twice, she slips her feet out of bed and grabs a small throw blanket from the bed, draping it over her shoulders like a shawl. She then walks over to the door and turns the handle, doing her best to keep the door from creaking as it opens.

Despite the fact that her mind is far away, her feet rush her to the door and she opens it, wincing at the sound, to make her way outside. As the outside air hits her, she gasps it in, feeling as though she's resurfaced after being underwater for too long. She staggers over to a wooden chair just to the right of the door and collapses into it with a sigh. She closes her eyes and bits her lips, hoping her tears wont spill over.

Eventually the dream completely passes and Rose fully comes back to her senses. She opens her eyes and, as she stares into the night, Rose allows herself to ponder what might've brought on the nightmare.

Just as she mutters her conclusion, "Damned pregnancy hormones," the real reason hits her and her eyes widen: Assuming it was past midnight, today was July 15th. meaning tonight is exactly three months since the sinking. Both her and Jack had completely forgotten, but apparently her brain didn't. Despite the tragedy of the anniversary, a small smile toys on Rose's lips and she rests her hand on her stomach. Looking down at it, she whispers, "Happy, three months, precious. You've been growing in there for three months now," with a light laugh she adds, "The time flies, doesn't it."

Rose sighs and enjoys the night air for a moment longer before standing up to walk inside. She is looking at the floor, not where she's going, as she opens the door, so she slams into Julie, "Oh my God!"

Rose sees it was Julie and catches her breath, her hand on her chest. The encounter didn't scare Julie half as much as Rose, so she recovers much quicker, "What are you doing awake? It's the middle of the night."

"Might I ask the same of you?"

Julie shrugs, "I heard two doors open and someone walking around, I decided to check it out."

Rose looks down, "O-oh, I'm sorry I woke you."

Julie raises an eyebrow, "You never answered my question. What are you doing up?"

"I-I had a nightmare, that's all."

"And you had to go outside because of that?"

"I needed fresh air to catch my breath."

"You had a nightmare bad enough that you go outside?"

"Adults can get nightmares too."

"I know, but if there that bad, it tends to be caused by...a traumatic experience."

Rose narrows her eyes, "Don't you remember what Jack said? He told you to let it go. It's in everyone's best interests if you do. He loves you and he doesn't what to put you through hearing what happened. If you know what's best, you'll listen to him."

Julie sighs,"What the hell is with you two? Does Jack think I'm some innocent little girl? What could possibly be so messed up that I can't hear it?"

Rose hesitates for a moment before just shaking her head, "I can't deal with this right now, Julie. Good night."

Without another word, Rose shoulders past Julie and walks back to Jack's bedroom. When she walks in, she finds Jack propped up on his elbows, frantically looking around. His eyes fall on her and he relaxes back against the bed. Rose walks over and takes her blanket off, sliding back into bed, "You're awake. Nightmare?"

"Yeah, and then you were gone and I...Anyway, you?"

Rose nods, "Nightmare."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Rose looks into his ocean blue eyes, and opens her mouth to respond, but winds up sobbing uncontrollably. Jack pulls her into him, "Shh, shh, it's alright."

Rose's crying lessens just enough for her to say, "W-We were still in that room where you were handcuffed a-and by the time we realized the keys weren't there...there wasn't enough time to save you. Then the door was stuck and I went back over to you just as it broke and the water...We died, Jack, we died!"

Another fit of sobs wracks her body and Jack closes his eyes, fighting off his own emotions as he attempts to calm her, "We didn't though. Both of us lived and now here we are. Everything's alright now, everything's alright."

She calms enough for her to whisper, "I think what makes me more upset than the fact that I would've died is that, in me dying, our baby would have died to and then-"

The sobs wash over her again and this time Jack can't hold in all of his own tears. It's too much, his nightmare along with Rose's, the thought of losing her and their child... He still manages to say, "Our child is still alive and right inside your stomach, growing as we speak. That child is the phoenix from the ashes in all this, the rainbow from the rain. You don't have to worry about our baby, all three of us survived and now nothing from that night can hurt them. We made it. We all did."

Rose takes a shaky breath, "I know that, but I can't help the what-ifs when they were all so close to reality."

Jack kisses her hair, "I know, I know."

Rose takes a deep breath, Jack's sent calming her, "Just stay with me and I'll be alright."

He kisses her forehead,"Always."

...

The next morning, Rose wakes up to find herself on Jack's chest, his shirt still slightly damp from her tears, and their fingers of both hands still intertwined. She sits up slowly, attempting not to wake him, but she knows her attempt has failed when Jack hands release from hers to move up her arms and around to her back, pulling her back down on him.

Rose giggles and his eyes open as he smiles, "Good morning, sweet Rose. Are you better today?"

Rose smiles mischievously as she hooks her arms under his shoulders and slides herself up face to face with him. She kisses him then pulls away, "Well, now I'm a bit better, but I could be more so," she kisses him again, "That's a little better."

Jack laughs. Getting where she's going, he kisses her softly, yet passionately, and tightens his arms around her lower back. Rose undoes the first buttons of his nightshirt and Jack pulls away with a slight smirk, "Didn't we just do this last night?"

A guilty smiles answers his question, "What can I say? I love my husband. Every inch of him, inside and out."

Rose sighs and lets herself rest back on his chest, "We don't have time for this, do we?"

Jack laughs, "Not really, but I'd stay here with you all day if I could."

Rose lifts her head up and kisses him once more, "I know you would. Now come on, let's get up."

As they get ready, Rose realizes she never told him about her encounter with Julie and she brings it up with him, telling him the story as they finish getting ready for the day.

When they join the family for breakfast, Jack notices right away that Julie is being rather quiet. Several times throughout the meal, he catches her watching Rose with curiosity. She doesn't seem upset by the encounter, actually, she seems to have accepted the fact that Jack and Rose aren't ready to share what they've been through.

It doesn't occur to Jack until later that day that perhaps Julie heard Rose breakdown last night, and he is given the opportunity to ask her when Caroline sends the both of them out to get wood for the stove.

As they walk out of the house, Jack asks, "So, how much did you hear last night?"

Julie looks over at him, surprised, "Huh?"

Jack suppresses a laugh, "Oh come on, I'm not stupid and I know you too well. You've given up trying to figure out what's up with Rose and me, you wouldn't just do that. How much did you hear?"

Julie looks down, "Enough. Enough to know that, if I ever want you two to open up, I've got to let you guys come to terms with whatever happened yourself and then wait for you both to share when you're ready."

Jack nods, "Thank you. I-," Jack closes his eyes for a moment, "J-Just thank you for letting this go, and respecting what we need."

Julie swallows and nods, "I know you won't keep it from me forever and, whatever it is, you must have good reason for not telling me yet."

Jack nods with a sigh, "Believe me, I do."