Meanwhile in Long Island
Rose Dawson was alone and terrified. She had fought Cal for as long as possible and she had tried to get away from him. However, he had overpowered her with his gun. Now, she sat on a rackety old bed in a dark, cold attic. She was freezing, but she wrapped the only blanket that she had around the baby. Suddenly an idea came to her. She put the baby down on the bed and then threw herself at the door hoping to break it down. She did this a few times but it didn't work. She went back to the bed, picked up the baby, and held her close. She wondered why she had taken the baby in the first place. It would have been much safer to leave her in the playpen. However, what was done was done and Molly was with her. Rose was determined to protect her daughter; after all, this child was her life.
Rose thought about breaking the door down the way Jack and Tommy had so long ago on the Titanic. But, there wasn't any furniture in the room that was heavy enough, besides the bed, which she couldn't lift. Rose was tired and she wanted nothing more then to be at home in her own bed with Jack's arms around her. She missed him terribly and wondered if he was looking for her and if he missed her as much as she missed him.
As it got darker and colder, Rose took the blanket that had been wrapped around the baby, wrapped it around herself, and then held the baby next to her within the blankets. This way, they could share the warmth. Suddenly, the baby began fussing. Rose started to sing her little lullabies and she found herself singing that song that Jack sang to her on the bow of Titanic (" Come Josephine in my flying machine"). In a way, Rose too found that song comforting.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps- some one was coming. She was scared, what if it was Cal? She ran into the closet and waited, praying that it was Jack coming to save her.