Jack searched the Carpathia for news on Cora's parents. He searched high and low, introducing himself to every steward he could find.

Eventually, he found the list naming each survivor. The steward holding it turned to Jack sigh a sympathetic smile, "hello, Sir, are you looking for someone?"

"Uh, yes, I am. Is there a Cartmel on board?" Jack stumbled over his words.

"I'm sorry, Sir, no Cartmels on board," he offered a steady, reassuring expression.

Jack, aware of what that meant, gave a weak nod and returned to Rose.

Reading the look on his face, Rose gulped and handed him back the child.

"Cora?" He wrapped his own blanket around her, wiping away her tears. He shook his head once more, fearful of the pain he would inflict onto her, "Cora, mummy and daddy told me that Rose and I are going to have to take care of you from now on, okay?"

A quizzical look graced her face, and more tears fell, "why?"

"Mummy and daddy wanted you to be nice and safe, Cora, but that means they've had to go away for a while," as the little girl sobbed into his chest, Jack was hit by a wave of nausea.

"Jack," Rose whispered, "do you want me to take her for a moment? You really don't look very well."

He nodded and got to his feet, looking worse at the motion.

He walked for a moment, taking his mind off the stress he was under, and turned to Rose, "Rose, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," she took his hand, "but we can't leave her."

"Of course not," he said, "but what about the money? I haven't got so much as a dollar, and you..." he knew it was a sore subject with her still, "you've given up everything."

Rose took a moment to process what he was saying, "well, we can get jobs, eventually. As soon as we are strong enough, and I found enough money for a few weeks in Cal's coat."

Rose knew from the look on his face that he would not be happy about relying on Cal, and neither was she. He sat down beside her with a huff.

As she put her hand into the front pocket to see what else was in there, she felt something heavy and cold. She gasped.

"Jack!" She gave him a pointed look, and leaned in to whisper, "the diamond! It's in my pocket! We can sell it-"

Rose's face fell. They couldn't sell it, as the diamond could be traced. For a sale of that size, the buyer would want a complete background check. Of course, they would have to mingle with the wrong sort of people if they wanted to sell it, and even then they might ask questions. What if Cal managed to trace them?

Jack's face told her the same, and he got up again to pace the deck.

He jolted at the noice that came from behind him. He turned around to see Rose crying.

"Oh, Rose," he knelt in front of her, "you know, I have an idea about what we could do."

"What?"

"The house my parents left me in Wisconsin, we could go there."

Rose stopped for a moment and met his eyes, "I thought you said their was a fire?"

"There was, but the land is still there. We can sleep in the barn, and I'll build the new house. I know I can do it," he smiled at the opportunity.

"Alright," she agreed, "we leave as soon as we dock?"

"Yes."