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Molly stared at the young man in front of her, eyes focussed on his every move. Ever since she took him in, he had not been that lively, but now it seemed as if even the last spark of hope had vanished from his soul. He couldn't stop thinking about the conflict he had with Rose. He wanted to get to know her again, revive their friendship. The way she looked at him, the thing she told him that he couldn't wrap his head around. It even seemed impossible to him that they had met. She was first class and he held a ticket in steerage. It was certainly unlikely.

It took Molly a moment to collect her thoughts to tell him the truth. She didn't want to upset him even more and in fact, she didn't know the whole story between them. The one thing she did remember was the first time she laid eyes on the young boy. The way he was staring at her and even the way she had her eyes on him.

"You know how we met, Molly?" He was fidgeting a pencil between his fingers and then tapping it onto the table. She gently took is out of his hand and put it aside. He stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to tell him the whole story only to be disappointed by her lack of knowledge.

"Apparently you were of some assistance to her, Jack. I don't know much about you two, but you did have a connection."

"Alright." He simply responded. It was all he could say.

That night, as he was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep, his mind was starting to drift off to his hometown. It was a place far from everything, where he had grown into a young man before he was ready to take over the world. The only reason he had left the place was to not be reminded of the fire, the death of his parents. The urge to go back to Chippewa Falls was growing stronger by the minute. Now it was time to leave this place and the chaos around it behind him. Although he couldn't be more grateful for the woman who had saved his life, there was nothing for him here. It wasn't his place, it weren't his people.

Chippewa Falls, the place where his mother moved to when she was around his age only so she could be with his father. The farm where he took his first steps, spoke his first words. The local school where he had his friends and the shed behind the building where he had his first kiss. It was calling for him.

A warm embrace followed after he had broken the news to Mrs. Brown about his decision. She understood his decision and gave him a smile of acknowledgement.

"I only hope you'll write to me," She said, with a tear lingering in her eye, "And know that there will always be a bed for you here to keep you warm."

Philadelphia 1912

Heat had already taken over the city as it had also taken over Rose's mind. She was rushing around frantically, acting bossy to every hard working person she could lay her eyes on. Her eyes were scanning the room, as the servants were decorating and finishing the last things. Rose shook her head. It wasn't perfect enough and everything had to be beyond perfect.

"No! I don't want this stupid ice sculpture in the middle of the room," She cried out in frustration, "People will bump into it."

"But people have to see it, miss. Mr. Hockley ordered it."

"And I order you to put it somewhere else."

Only two more hours to go before the first guests would arrive, to admire the match-made-in-heaven couple. Her hair was hanging loosely around her face, her cheeks boiling. She moved away from the chaos of the situation to let herself cool down by the fresh air. The softness of the wind allowed her to cool down a little bit. The day after her confrontation with Cal he acted as if nothing had happened. She was still trembling of fright as she headed down for breakfast where her mother and fiance were waiting for her. To her surprise the two of them remained calm and reserved. Rose was now a bird trapped in a cage with the dangers of the outside world looming for her. As long as she remained inside of that cage, her family and friends did nothing but show pure admiration, yet if she even tried to escape, they would haunt her down. Rose knew that after last night she was too tired to even try to break free.

The best thing for person is to sometimes close a door in front of you as soon as feelings came around. The little bird had locked the door of her cage to keep the outside world as far away from her as possible. She was in state of numbness. Only Meredith had tried to look for the keys and open the gate, but unfortunately was not successful. The maid thought to share a form of pain with her friend, to find peace in each other's company. Not to forget she was completely alone in a foreign country. Meredith had no one but the girl she met on their rescue ship.

Looking outside, Meredith could see Rose leaning against a tree. Smoke was coming from her hands and as she scanned the room around her to see if no one was around she walked over to her. Rose gave her a slight smile to acknowledge her presence and took another drag from her cigarette.

"Shall we go up to the hotel room so I can get you ready?" Meredith asked her, hoping to break the silence between them.

"Not yet." Whispered Rose. She pointed her finger to a little girl in the distance. "I had a dress exactly like her when I was little. It was perfectly white and my parents would always get angry with me because I couldn't keep it clean." She laughed, "Luckily for mother I'll be wearing dark blue tonight." She turned her head towards Meredith. "You think you can do my hair like that girl too?"

"Loose you mean?" She was surprised by her request.

Rose nodded her head. "Yes, kind of. I want to be reminded of my youth, Meredith. Before I spend the rest of my life with him."

Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, 1906

It was hot for this time of year, perhaps a bit too hot. Jack was pulling the last cow onto the meadow and dropped himself onto the grass. Looking how the animals found each other and started mooing and running through the field made him smile. Being an only child, he had always found solace and comfort in the animals he grew up with. They were his friends and he was theirs. Only, it wouldn't last for long anymore. The sun was shining brightly, tanning his fair skin and burning in his eyes. A sigh escaped his lips and in the distance he could see a shadow walking towards him. Her mother was smiling at him, her growing belly starting to show from underneath her dress. The whole pregnancy was a total surprise, but his parents couldn't be more happy. Maud Dawson was glowing.

She stopped in front of her son and handed him a glass of water. He chucked it down gladly. Giving him a pat on the hat his mother demanded him to take rest. It was hard for the young Jack to see Maud doing so much work, afraid something would happen to the baby like many times before. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, ready to head back to the barn.

"Jack, dear, I am serious." His mother spoke calmly, "Your friends are all down by the lake. Go to them and take your rest."

After minutes of persuasion, he finally gave in. Grabbing his belongings he took his bike and headed towards the water. It had always been his favourite place to be, despite the accident that happened to him two years ago. Being welcomed by his friends he threw his bicycle towards the side of the path, took a sprint and jumped in. Feeling refreshed in an instant he swam for a little bit before joining the rest. Florence, a girl about his age sat down next to him and handed him a bottle of beer.

"I stole it from my parent's store." She giggled and watched him as he took it gladly. She had always been impressed by the boy sitting next to her, finding it too hard to keep her eyes off him. She wanted Jack to see her, appreciate her affection. Grabbing a drink herself, her brother John creeped up behind her and snatched it out of her hands. Florence yelped, shot up and chased her brother around.

"I am going to tell ma and pa about this." He threatened her.

"You wouldn't dare, John. Or I am going to tell you what you were doing here with Doris the other day."

Jack watched the two quarrel for a bit longer before leaning his back onto the ground and looking up at the sky. As he watched the clouds move above him he drew pictures in his head based on their shapes and sizes. Where would they go, he often wondered. They traveled the whole world, had all sorts of people look at them before they changed their form or disappeared into the rain.

He had most definitely fallen asleep, because he was suddenly alarmed by the voices around him. As she opened his eyes, the bright blue sky had turned into a big smog. Everything above him was turning black and grey. He sat up and stared at his friends who were inspecting the situation.

"I think we need to go back." said John. The group followed him and headed towards his and Florence's house. As they arrived, their parents came rushing out the house and, surprisingly, walked straight over to Jack. He could feel in every inch of his body that something was completely wrong. His stomach seemed to drop as he listened to Mrs. Hughes talk about the fire that had started at his house. He shook his head in disbelief and turned around, heading into the direction of his home. His name was being called behind him, but Jack didn't listen. He started running as if his life was depending on it. The smoke was getting closer and the smell becoming more dreadful by the second. As he finally arrived, he was confronted by the red inferno in front of him. People had gathered around the disaster, the firemen trying to control the flames, but the whole place was on fire.

Jack could feel the melting heat on his face. He tried to move through the crowd, but was soon pulled back by one of his neighbours.

"No!" He screamed continuously, tears running down his face. His whole life was disappearing right in front of his eyes. His youth, his family, all his memories were turning into ashes. He could only watch as the situation turned worse every minute that passed. The Hughes had caught up with him and tried to get him away.

As hours passed and the dawn of the next day was breaking, the fire was finally out, but everything had disappeared into blackness and his parents were never seen again.

Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, 1912

Jack could only stare at the little house in front of him. Surrounded by sunflowers fields, there was nothing left of his past. It was almost six years ago since the fire and he had never been back since. He could still remember the day after the situation. His mind was black, his heart filled with grief making him want to flee. Jack had to go far away as he could. There was nothing left for him no more so he took the train with the last coins of money he had kept in the pocket of his pants and headed south.

Looking to his right, he heard the laughter of children and he saw three little girls heading towards the house. The door opened and immediately closed behind them. The place was alive again, looking as if nothing happened. Lighting up a cigarette he made his way into town. It was the same road he took everyday whilst going to school or meeting up with his friends. Within the five years he was gone a lot had changed, yet everything still seemed the same. The bakery had remained in the same place and when he walked passed old Crazy Stacey's apartment he could see her leaning out of the window screaming at everyone walking by.

Her eyes did scan the young man heading towards nowhere, but for the first time she remained quiet. At the end of the road the local pub was luring him inside. He was thirsty and hadn't had anything to eat in two day. As Jack headed in and scanned the room, there were people scattered around the table. Playing games, talking about the weather or reading the newspaper. He sat down at the bar and was welcomed by the man behind it. The beer faded away his thirst and his body felt comfortably warm because of the alcohol.

The door opened and the voice that was now echoing through the room sparked up old memories. He turned around and saw her golden hair was now put up in a fashionable Gibson Girl bun. The young girl had turned into a woman, but she still looked the same as the last time he saw her.

"I have to work until midnight. I am not getting up at six to open again." She told the old man who was standing next to her. Her head turned and when her eyes met his her jaw almost fell onto the floor.

"No way." She gasped, "Jack? Is that you, is that really you?"

"The one and only." He chuckled. Florence came closer and couldn't help but throw her arms around him. She felt as if she was dreaming, but the warmth of his skin on hers made her believe this was in fact true.

"It's been almost six years, Jack. Why are you here?"

"I just got homesick, really." He smiled at her. Finally someone and something he could remember. This was his home and he felt it was the best thing to do to return. "It is really good to see you."

Florence had thrown her apron aside and refused to work any more for the day. She took a seat next to Jack and joined him in whatever he was drinking. He had changed a lot. A young boy now was a young man. The years he was gone and the things he had experienced had formed him and were written all over his face. The day he left was the day the whole town started to become more chaotic than it already was. Until her brother found Jack's letter and they all had to accept his departure. Florence for a fact never did and always held on the idea that, one day he would come back. Now he was here right in front of her.

After hours of talking and caching up, the clock struck midnight. Like Cinderella, the two had to leave the building in an instant and walked into the cold of the night.

"Where are you staying, Jack?"

He shrug his shoulders, not having thought about a place to sleep whatsoever. Florence looked at him a moment longer and took his arm gently. "I figured."

Philadelphia 1912.

A last glance in the mirror, Rose in fact did represent a form of youthfulness that made her radiate a form of fine beauty. She got out fo the chair form behind the vanity and let Meredith put a few finishing touches to dress before heading down. Cal was waiting at the stairs for her and was unable to hide his smile when he saw his little bird flying towards him. He was as proud as he could ever be and kissed her tenderly when she was now beside him. His eyes moved down and stayed glued onto her neckline. Rose was wearing the diamond, despite continuously telling him that she never would anymore. It was here, resting on her neckline, waiting to be admired.

Rose took his arm and let him lead her inside where everyone was waiting for the couple. Ruth could feel a tear burning in the corner of her eye when she stared at her daughter in pure awe. She felt a form of pride deeply inside of her. She had succeeded as a mother, the name of her family being saved from pure ruin. The Countess of Rothes stood next to her and placed a gentle hand on Ruth's shoulder.

"She looks perfect, Ruth. She will be the bride of the season, perhaps even the bride of the year." She laughed.

"I am just glad she can finally leave the past behind her." Ruth responded.

"The sinking has put a mark on everyone's heart, there is no denying that. But we all have to be strong and your daughter definitely is."

Perhaps it was that, yet Ruth could feel it was more. She was never able to recognise her daughter, she had always looked at her like she was estranged from her. Only this night, for the first time in almost eighteen years, a mother looked at her daughter and could see who she really was. She was a DeWitt Bukater. Beautiful, powerful and rich. No one was able to break them, to ruin their purpose. Especially not a man. Especially not him