Three had passed since the night when Jack and Rose since Jack and Rose had the baby, which meant it was the date that everyone in the Dawson household, aswell as many others, had been waiting for--April 15th, 1913. It did not come to surprise that Jack and Rose would both have weird dreams--or more like one weird dream that they both shared that night.

"Don't let go of my hand, Rose, we're walking off the ship," said Jack, holding his love's hand in his own. Rose was in a disguise as a third-class woman, in order to trick her mother and Cal into thinking that they were just ordinary people.

"I won't let go, Jack, I won't let go," Rose laughed, as she walked along the little bridge to Ellis Island. They were, ofcourse, Americans, so they were able to get in line to a ferry near the ship. They were walking along the road to the boat when suddenly, they heard a familiar voice.

"Rose! Where are you, sweetie, we need to go to Philidelphia now," said the voice of Rose's mother, calling out into the air as a rather posh woman.

"Oh shit, RUN," said Jack, now tugging Rose along into a sprint. They both ran along to the ferry, where they got in line, and quickly moved onto the ship. As they climbed into the ferry, however, they met Cal and Lovejoy in the premesis. They both pulled out pistols, and gunned both Rose and Jack down.

Rose felt a jolting pain in her heart as she was shot, a way she never thought to have died. Blood ran along her mouth, as she collapsed to the ground with who was going to be her future husband, Jack Dawson. She died that very moment.

Rose and Jack woke up with a long scream, so loud that it woke up three-month-old Cora. They felt a cry coming from the cradle next to their bed, as Jack turned over to see what time it was. 2:40, he read, how is this possible?

"Rose, we just woke up at the time when we plunged into the sea," Jack said to Rose, who was now holding her baby and patting her little back. "Did you have the same dream as I had? With us running from your mother and being gunned down by Mr. Hockley and his manservent?"

"Yes, I think I did," Rose replied quietly, causing Cora to calm down slightly. The infant started cooing and gurgling as Rose put her back down into the oak cradle. "We were on Ellis island, trying to get onto a ferry, when our mother yelled after me, right?"

"Yes, we were," said Jack, going over to hug his wife tightly and snug. Then, suddenly, a powerful, gruesome feeling in his chest overcame him. He started coughing and hacking up mucus--and even some blood--as his face turned a light shade of purple. "I--can't--breathe!"

"No, Jack, this is not happening," Rose denied, catching Jack as he fell into her arms. "No, not right now, please no."

Rose held onto Jack's face, whose purple shade began to grow deeper and deeper as he continued to cough. "Oh God, Jack, we need to get you to a hospital."

Rose, who could barely do this, carried Jack and her baby out to her automobile, which she had surprisingly learned how to drive less than a year before, and threw him in the back and sat the baby next to him. As the baby cried and screamed, she rushed into the front seat, hit the enguine, and zoomed all the way through the driveway onto the freeway, where she would not know what the outcome would be of Jack's relapse.

A/N Good morning, sunshine! The earth says... hello. Anyway, I am TERRIBLY sorry about what I am doing. Sara, she might not be taken away. I will discuss this with you on AIM. Everyone else, I am so sorry for all of what's happening. I understand this is frightening, but also understand that I am the author of this. I do appreciate feedback though. I will be updating this again when I get 30 or more reviews.