A/N I made a little mistake on the last chapter, haha. I did say the anniversary was this week, but I accidentally made the date April 12th. Oops! Anyway, today is Easter Sunday, but today also holds a special day in our hearts; the 94th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.

Now, as we all know, there are many events that turn up on the press of the United States of America, aswell as other countries. The Civil War, World Wars I & II, the holocaust, the bomb threats from Cuba, the fall of the Berlin Wall, 9/11, and the War in Iraq. One event we should remember, though, was not a result of war, nor terrorism, nor suicide, but rather a mistake man had made. The sinking of the R.M.S. Titanic was one of the first international news coverages that many of the United States papers, had made. Now, according to the Virginia papers, it was not the death toll of 1500 and more that had made the papers, but rather the challenge of man verses. nature... which nature had won, ofcourse.

One said, "The story has retained a remarkable power...Some disasters are undeniably acts of God, but the Titanic sinking has always seemed ambiguous. Although caused by an iceberg, it was also man-made, the result of the state of mind--grandiose, avaricious, and self-confident of the British and American magnates and engineers who conceived and built the ship."

With the use of telegraphs and photography, Titanic was one of the quickest aswell as one of the most widely-spread news reports in the early years of the 20th century, which is why the news coverage took place in all sorts of different countries.

The Titanic did seat around 2200 or so, and the lifeboats altogether could have saved 1178, but that exceeded the official requirements of the board of trade. So, only around 700 were saved.

According to a map of the disaster, the Titanic was around 1300 miles away from New York. The Olympic was 500 miles away, the Virginia 200 miles away, the Baltic 300 miles away, the Parisian about 60 miles (it's hard to read the map) and, ofcourse, the Carpathia around 30 miles away.

I would give you a long list of names, but I'm sure that would exceed the limit.

Now, on with the chapter.

As the five of them dined, Molly began to tell revolting, yet hilarious, stories of her and her husband. Rose constantly found herself squirting out her champagne in all of her laughter, whilst Jack banged his fists on the table. Molly's distinct laugh showered over the apartment, over everyones' voices. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

Molly launched herself up from her seat towards the wooden door in less than ten seconds, while Jack, Rose, the Doc, and Missy continued to munch on their food. She took a look through the peekhole in the door, and from what she was seeing, someone Rose did not want to see at all was visiting. "Rose, Jack, hide," she mouthed, "it's Ruth!" Rose chortled, and holding Jack's hand, they both ran straight towards the bathroom, and locked the door shut.

"Imagine the look on her face if she found us," said Jack, clutching Rose's cheeks. Rose chuckled silently, while Molly opened the door to her traumatized mother.

"Rose," said Ruth, her eyes widened and her hair unbrushed. "I want Rose."

"Well, ya ain't gettin' no Rose in here, missy," said Molly, trying to hide her lies. "Would you like to have something to eat?"

"WIll Rose be eating with us?" Ruth asked. Her right eye gave a little twitch, as though she was sick in the head.

"Ruthie, honey, you have to accept the fact that she's dead," said Molly, holding Rose's arms steadily.

"Rose? Rose!" Ruth continued to shout, feeling the tears rush to her eyes as she sensed the light aura of Rose in the premesis.

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom...

"We have got to go out there," Rose whispered harshly, now shaking because of how her mother was reacting towards Molly. Jack shook his head, because he was sensing something bad.

"No, Rose!" said Jack, "I'll have to go out there first, so that she won't take you to him."

Feeling powerless, Rose pointed towards the door, as though she was directing Jack in a play. She really wanted to see her mother and to reason with her, but there was no way she wanted to see Mr. Hockley anytime soon. Jack immediately rushed out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Ruth DeWitt Bukater's eyes widened even more than they had before, and she placed her hand over her mouth. How could this be? Him in the same home as I am in? Ruth thought, curious to know what ruthless Jack Dawson, of all people, was doing in Molly Brown's apartment.

"Why hello there Jack, pleasant to see you coming out to re-unite with Ruth with me," said Molly patting Jack on the back. "I'm sure you know Mr. Dawson here, Ruthie."

Ruth's head gave a twitch, and in response to Jack being there, she shouted, "Where in the world is Rose?"

"I'm afraid she is not here," Jack lied, looking Ruth in the eye. "She died saving me, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater. If I can do anything for you, Madame, I'd be more than happy to--"

"Rose! Rose! No, she cannot be dead, I can feel her here! Rose, darling, come out from where you are hiding," Ruth pleaded, now collapsing on her knees. "Rose, this cannot be true! It's not true!"

Meanwhile, in the bathroom...

I know I have to tell her, she's suffering, Rose thought, as she began to weep from what she was hearing outside the door in the parlor. She could not believe it... she thought for so long that no one would care if she had died, for she was unnoticed and hopeless, but now hearing her mother grieve over her "death" was too painful. Her instincts told her to go out to re-unite with her mother, whereas her mind was telling her that everything would get much worse if she went out there.

Maybe it served her mother right to finally have an idea of what she had been going through. Maybe she might as well face the deception that Rose was supposedly dead. It atleast gives her the right to find out what she had done wrong. Though what the hell? She needed to go out there. She shook her head and got up from the floor, and quietly tip-toed out the door.

Back in the parlor...

"I will not accept the fact!" Ruth screamed in front of Molly, feeling like throwing all the glass objects in the entire room. She always knew what Rose's behaviour was like, for even as a young girl, she was always hiding under the bed, in the closet, everywhere. "Rose, I need you here! Now! Please!"

"I'm here, mother."