The deserted streets led to an amazingly beautiful building with 'Gare' painted on the roof.

"This is the place." Jack presumed.

He looked surprised at the way Rose stared at the building, taking every detail of the murals in.

They walked slowly towards a ticket window where a man looked at the two very skeptically.

"Deux pour Rennes s'il vous plait." Rose ignored the looks the man had given the two and just asked for the tickets.

"Quand est-ce que le train arrivera?" She continued.

"A huit heures."

Rose turned to Jack who stood there with his mouth open of astonishment.

"You speak French?"

"Of course, doesn't everybody?" she asked playfully.

She took his hand and dragged him along with her.

"Come on, we only got ten minutes and I'm a bit hungry."

Jack had to admit his stomach started to complain too and they quickly took a sandwich out the machine.

For whatever remained of the time, they sat down at a bench and talked while they enjoyed their breakfast.

"You're sure about this?" Rose asked.

"I wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't. Besides I've got nothing better to do anyway."

"What are you anyway, Jack Dawson?"

"Nothing special. I'm just looking for adventure, something exiting. I don't wanna sit in front of a TV all day and hoping that one day I might experience the things that happen in those movies. I go out and do them. That's the difference."

"A free spirit." Rose added in a dreamy tone.

She let a simple smile slip pass her lips.

Jack looked in her eyes, they were staring into infinity.

At that moment the train entered the station and their talk got disturbed.

"Come on, you don't wanna miss it, do you?" Rose stood up and pulled Jacks arm.

"Anything you say, boss."

All Rose could do was laugh as she gave him a shove and started running towards the train.

Suddenly she fell down, grabbing her leg.

Jack helped her up and guided her on the train.

He quickly sought after a seat and put her down.

"Are you okay?" he asked very concerned since the pain was still very clearly visible on her face.

"Yeah, I just wasn't careful for a minute, that's all."

"Does it still hurt?"

"A little, nothing I can't handle."

Jack sat down in the opposite place, sighing as the train slowly left the station and he felt guilty because he couldn't take her pain away, he would have if he could, he'd suffer just to see her smile.

"We're on our way." was all he said.

"You can still get off alone at Rennes. This isn't gonna easy, I don't wanna get you into any trouble."

"I'm a big boy, Rose. I can make my own decisions."

Rose said nothing and just smiled.

Jack couldn't help but stare at her, looking so beautiful and at peace, as if she wasn't on the run but enjoying a great vacation in an incredible country called France.

Silently his gaze focused on the scenery outside, the green trees standing proudly in the morning air, the white wild flowers in the grass beside the train rails and the sun, halfway up to heaven.

No, he knew now that heaven wasn't somewhere in the sky as he always had imagined before, heaven was sitting right in front of him, and ready to reach out a hand to him if only he had the guts to come clear with her.

There was something in her eyes that revealed that she was feeling something for him too but that he had to make the first step.

How would he tell her how he felt? How would she react?

Maybe his mind was just playing games with him, making him think that she felt something for him.

But this feeling was getting too strong to keep it inside of him without destroying his heart.

Never before had he knew anything about love, except an occasional crush but never this serious, this consuming fire in his body.

Jack imagined how the feeling of her lips on his would be, the way she would touch him, to kiss her lips softly and whisper in her ear how much he loved her.

To hold her and never let go again, never.