Part 9~ Coming Home
Rose was so old now, she felt that death had been calling her for some time now but wouldn't let her respond until after she had told her story. And now she had and now her last task was done. She could go in peace. The motion of the ship, so reminiscent of one she had sailed on right through here a hundred years ago. And that same ship was calling to her now. She could hear her. It was time to come home.
She left her body, feeling as young and spry as she did then. The 2.5 miles of water separating them matter none. She crossed it as easily as she would taking a step into her backyard. She landed on the bow. The same spot where she had flown so many years ago and everything looked the same as it did then. It was as though she had never left. The stars were out, the sea was calm, and everything was the way it should be. She could feel Titanic around her as she stepped up past the bridge, down the long promenade, her feet taking her where her heart wanted to go. Where she needed go. She stepped through the doors, dipping her head to the valet. And standing there at the clock, waiting as he always had, was him. Jack turned and smiled and as they kissed she could feel him, and feel Titanic around them. Caressing them gently, warm and kind. "Thank you." She thought to her. "For everything." For she had saved her just as much as Jack had. "Welcome home, Rose."