As Rose and Jack embarked on their journey, a man by the name of Caledon Hockley drove into the gravel parking lot, not noticing that his ex-fiancée was in the back of the automobile that was passing by him. However, he did notice one man, and he was Jack Dawson. Rose instantly noticed that Cal was in the car, so she ducked down into the car, and prepared to listen to what was about to happen.

"My, oh my, everyone's favorite gutter rat has a decent automobile," he said, smirking at Jack.

"Yes, I do indeed," said Jack, raising his eyebrows at Cal. He found it quite funny that coincidently, Cal was in the same town as him, obviously looking for someone.

"Now, you're alone, correct?"

"Yes, indeed I am."

"Well, so be it. You'd think that you would have found another girl by now."

"Oh, like I would have? I feel as though I am a widower at this moment in time..." Jack paused. "And what about you? Do you have a girl yet?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

"Well, so be it then. You can leave me alone now."

"Oh no, Jack. I always get exactly what I want, you know."

"Then what is it you want?"

"To see Rose again."

"But wait, you told me she was dead." Jack winked after blinking once.

"Oh no, she is. I just want to know where her grave is."

"Well, I believe her grave is at the bottom of the ocean, Mr. Hockley."

"Pity," Hockley sneerd, "you would have thought that a woman like her would have had a decent funeral."

"Whatever. I'll see you later, Caledon Hockley. Never see me again, alright?"

"Oh, I promise that I won't. Why would I want to see you, anyways?"

It was blatant, to Rose, that Cal was looking for her. To apologize? Maybe. To hurt her again? Definately. After all, Caledon always claimed that he always got what he wants, and if he didn't get what he want, he would always send his assistant after her. However, Lovejoy was gone, so he may have found another person to boss around.

As Cal and Jack drove away from eachother, Rose let out a sigh of relief. If I see him one more time, I swear to the Lord that I will explode, she thought, as she popped up onto her seat again. She began to take in deep threats, for the thought of Cal being so close to her was scaring her. "I swear, Jack, if I ever see him again--"

"Don't worry Rose, I promise that you will be ok," Jack whispered to the backseat, as Rose came forward to him. Jack stopped the car, and the two of them gave eachother a quick peck on the lips, which represented passion and their love for eachother. "And if I see him again, I'll makes sure of it."

"Thankyou Jack, you are a lifesaver. Literally," said Rose, as a tear of happiness ran down her face. "I am very glad I met you, Jack."

"And I am glad I met you too, Rose, my sweet dream."

"Thankyou."

"Now, let me drive, I'm going to need to drive fast so that we can get to Chippewa Falls in a few days. Do you have money with you?"

"Yes, plenty."

"Good, now let's start up again!"

Rose and Jack's journey began in Santa Monica, and they stopped in Las Vegas where they learned how to gamble. Jack luckily won ten thousand dollars, which he never thought he would have in his life. Rose was disappointed that he would bet all their money, but she realized it was worth it in the end.

They then stopped in South Dakota after driving through the whole night. Jack was extremely tired, and when they got to amhotel, he slept for a full twelve hours, cuddling Rose next to him. The two of them kissed and kissed that night, and almost got to the point where they made love together, which they decided not to do because of Rose's baby--they didn't want to hurt it or anything.

Then, Chippewa Falls came after another whole night of driving, and once they got into Jack's old house, which was dirty and black considering that it almost burnt down to the ground. However, many people pitched in to fix the house while Jack was gone, which he was very proud of--he had a new kitchen and everything in his hands. Rose was impressed that there were so many good people in the world of whom she did not even know of before. She felt as though the "high" social status had such poor quality, for they did not even know that those with less money were even people.

The two of them, again, slept through the night, and woke up with almost the whole town in their bedroom. "Surprise!" they all said, welcoming Jack back, who had his new fiancée in his arms. Since the two of them were almost in the nude, they both asked all the people to go outside, and the two of them changed into the old clothes they already had.

"You know--we're going to have to go shopping pretty soon," Rose laughed, carrying a box that had her old dress she had worn the night that the Titanic sank. "Jack on the anniversary of the Titanic, I want to wear this dress again."

"That's fine, Rose, but now you need to put on the dress you didn't wear on the Titanic."

"Right, ofcourse," said Rose. She put on her dirty dress, and she and Jack both held eachothers hands and went outside to see all the people Jack knew. The people Jack pointed out were John Copenheimer, who Jack claimed to be the richest man in town (although Chippewa Falls' standards of "rich" weren't exactly the standards on the Titanic); Laura Holloway, who was the gossip queen of Wisconsin, who was kind of like Molly Brown in a way; and Frank Shepherd, who had lived to remember Abraham Lincoln being shot.

"Well, Jack, what a lovely group of people," Rose stated, as she gazed at all the men, women, and children standing in front of her. One little girl, of whom Jack called Susie Laughton, stood out amongst the group, with long locks of red hair almost as deep as her own, aswell as an adorable pink dress which she was wearing.

"Hello, Susie, my name is Rose," she greeted, holding out her hand for Susie, who gladly took her hand like how a lady should take it--exactly as a man would.

"Hi! Are you the woman of Jack's dreams?" she asked in what seemed to have been the cutest voice in the world to Rose.

"Well..." she looked at Jack, and he nodded, "I am, yes!"

"Good, because Jack would be very lonely without you."

"Oh, he would?" Rose smiled, taking another warm look at Jack. "Jack, my dear, I am glad to have assisted you in your love life."

"Thankyou, dearest. Now, let's save the mushy gushy stuff for later--the kids will think it's gross," Jack laughed, putting his arm around Rose's waist.

"No, no! I've never seen anyone other than my parents kiss before!" said Susie, twirling one of her curls around.

"Well, alright," said Jack. The two of them slowly pulled themselves into a deep, rapturous kiss. The sparks flew between them as they locked their lips together, and the townspeople clapped as though they had seen a Shakespeare performance in the Globe Theatre itself. That reminded Rose of the time she was on the Titanic with Jack, as she spinned around and went in front of a moving camera in the most dramatic position she had ever gotten to do. Her parents would have been appalled, ofcourse. It would have been better if her parents had not doubted her dreams, but if it weren't for her mother, she would have never met Jack, aswell as her one true dream--love.