Rose...

The Carpathia was edging towards the lights of New York City. The statue of liberty was coming very soon, and Rose went back

outside to get a glimpse at it. It was a marvelous sight for her, a sight of which she had wished to see with Jack. 'Poor Jack,' Rose

thought, taking a last glance at the Heart of the Ocean in her frigid hand. Every sight of the blue diamond reminded her of Jack, and how

he blushed and blushed as he sketched her. The thought that all those paintings, every last drawing Jack made, were all gone attacked

Rose on the inside.

Before being able to collect herself as she stood there in awe, an officer came over to her. "Name, miss?" he said, holding a sheet of

paper aswell as a pen in his hand.

"Dawson... Rose Dawson," she said slowly, in rememberance of the love of her life of whom she wished to marry.

"Related to Jack Dawson, eh?"

Rose froze, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. "No, not exactly," she replied.

"Oh, that's too bad, he was looking for you, you know."

"Oh... that's good," Rose said faintly, looking down at the floor. "I love him, you know."

"Married?"

"Yes," Rose lied, "yes, we married very recently. The Titanic was our honeymoon."

"Well, congratulations," the officer said in his strong English accent. "Too bad nothing turned out as you wanted it to, eh?"

"No, it did... yesterday, though, it didn't."

"Well, so be it," the officer said, shaking his head.

Rose continued to cry silently as the ship docked. She felt as though she was a caterpillar, spreading its wings to become a butterfly. It

was a new beginning for her, for she did not want to see herself as a Hockley, a DeWitt Bukater, or anything of that matter. Just a

Dawson; a new addition to the family through marriage, so that she could be known as a Chippewa Falls Dawson forever--except, she

would be living in Santa Monica, ofcourse.

Rose suddenly felt a breeze of serenity come across her face. For the first time on the Carpathia, she was happy, even without Jack.

However, him not being able to find her would be difficult to deal with, and would haunt her forever. Sad times were about to begin for

Rose Dawson.

Jack

'This sucks,' Jack thought as he stood by the railing looking at the statue of liberty. He, ofcourse, had a feeling that Rose was still alive,

and that she was on the ship and seeing the same sight as he was. He shook his head at the thought, because he figured it was nonsense.

However, he would still try and find her, whether it be on the ship, Chippewa Falls, or Santa Monica. He figured he would start with

Santa Monica first.

Suddenly, an officer said, "may I have your name, sir?"

"Yes, infact you may. Jack Dawson," Jack replied, feeling happier than he was earlier, although still feeling distressed

"Thankyou, sir."

"No problem," said Jack, in his usual scruffy, not-so-posh voice. "But sir, do you know if there is a Rose on this ship?"

"No, sir, we haven't taken all the names yet," the officer said, quickly.

"Oh, that's too bad... thankyou anyways."

The officer nodded, and went on to take a woman's name--the same woman of whom he had knocked out earlier. 'Oh well, she didn't

seem too happy, anyways,' Jack thought. 'Just like the rest of us.'

"Oh Rose, how you would have liked seeing New York City again," said Jack, smiling so that he would be able to control his grief.

"Especially in a time like this. I'll find you, Rose DeWitt Bukater, no matter how long it takes. I do not care about what Cal said, I know

you're out there."