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Chippewa Falls 1912

Collecting his thoughts, Jack continued his journey home. A heaviness felt to have fallen from his shoulder after telling Mrs. Mayfield the truth. As she looked at him with those kind eyes he felt heard and seen. As he opened the gate and walked through he stopped for a moment. Gathering his thoughts he had decided to tell Florence the truth. He felt bad for her after the way he had treated her. She didn't deserve it. He didn't have to wait long for Florence was already waiting for him at the dinner table when he walked in. She had his collections of drawings, newspapers and his notebook all scattered around. Jack could see that she had been crying a his stomach dropped. She looked at him, her eyes burning red and she stood up.

"Florence I-"

"What's going on, Jack? What is all this?" She pointed at the table.

"I can explain." He took a seat in front of her. Looking down, Rose's eyes stared at him from all different angles.

"I hope you can for once, because you sure have a lot of explaining to do."

He took a deep breath and started with his story. How it all started after the incident at Lake Wisota. How the screams was the sound of people crying out for their lives.

"I woke up on the Carpathia, Titanic's rescue ship. Apparently I hit my head during the sinking it made me have amnesia and now," his voice turned softer like he could barely believe it was all happening, "it's all coming back to me now. I wanted to come back here because it was the only place I remembered. I wanted to have something to hold onto."

Florence simply nodded. Her expressions were on a dividing line between anger and empathy. Of course she was hurt, more than ever, but she could see in his eyes that he was being fair with her. She could sense his pain and frustration and even his embarrassment towards her. God how she loved this man.

"And who is she? You drew her more than ten times."

"Her name is Rose," he sighed, "we met onboard."

"And you've been having dreams about her?"

He nodded. There it was, she thought. That spark in his eyes. It was something she had often seen with her brother whenever he looked at Louise. It was the gaze of someone truly in love. Everyone dreamed to be that spark in someone's eyes, unfortunately for her she never had been. It took Jack by surprise when Florence mentioned she knew miss DeWitt Bukater. It was her cousin's mistress, whom she had mentioned a few times in letters or Christmas cards.

"I can see you're still in love with her, Jack." She sighed

"I am in love with you."

She shook her head. "Perhaps you love me, Jack, but you are not in love with me," tears rolled down both their cheeks and she took hold of his hands, "The way you put her onto these papers, I have never seen you portrait someone so raw."

Jack couldn't stop crying. He felt a whole range of emotions all raging through his body at the same time and he couldn't get a hold on them. It felt like a disaster. All his pain, trauma and also relief seemed to purge out of him.

"I wish I could be angry with you, Jack." Florence continued, "But I somehow cannot."

They sat together in silence for a while before they made their decision together. Despite the pain, it was best for both of them. Florence couldn't beat the idea of being married to a man who was still secretly in love with another woman. Breaking the news to the whole town, everyone was shocked and couldn't wrap their minds around it. They looked perfectly happy together. But as they kept continuing Jack's urge to travel and Florence not wanting to leave her parents behind, people soon settled with the idea.

"I am proud of you both, Jack." Rose Mayfield complimented him as he had come over for another cup of tea. He simply nodded and gave her a half sided smile. She then placed a news paper in front of Jack's nose and pointed her finger to one article.

MARRIAGE OF CALEDON HOCKLEY AND ROSE DEWITT BUKATER. AUGUST 15 AT THE CATHEDRAL BASILICA OF SAINTS PETER & PAUL

"Fuck," Jack said as he looked up Mrs. Mayfield, "That is only six days from now."

She sadly nodded at him. The look on her face spoke loudly as if it already were too late, but it simply couldn't be. Jack looked at the big clock in her living room. If he took the first train in the morning, he might make it all in time. And for now there was only one place he thought of going. A positive aspect of being a poor kid was that packing backs was done within no time. He had collected all his belongings that evening and stared at Florence who was sitting on the edge of his bed. She looked up at him and tried her hardest not to show any form of emotion. That was it. He was about to walk out of her life once again.

Not having slept the whole night, Jack sighed deeply once he took his seat in the train. It would be a long journey, a race against the clock. Getting slightly rocked by the motion of the vehicle starting to move he felt his mother's warm arms around him, singing him to sleep and he closed his eyes. His thoughts drove off to the sea. He was floating above the big ocean as if he were a bird. Then he took a deep dive, a wave hovering over him and dragging him into the depths of the water. There she laid, as if nothing had touched her. Standing in her full glory, people made their way inside. He soft red curls stood out of the crowd and he tried to reach for her, but she was too far. Jack called out her name, but she didn't listen. He kept following her through the corridors and soon realised she was heading towards the Grand Staircase. Her dress had turned into a beautiful ivory colored one, shimmering because of all the diamonds that were covered all over the fabric. Once he opened the door, the whole room was filled with all the ships passengers. He could even see his little Cora hanging in her father's arms and whispering something in his ear whilst she smiled brightly at Rose who was now heading up the stairs. Then there he was, waiting proudly to receive his prize.

"Stop!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Everybody looked at him, yet remained calm. Then it was her, standing at the top underneath the big clock and holding his hands in hers. Then she looked down at Jack and said at a most calm manner: "You're too late, Jack."

The feeling of a hand on his shoulders made him open his eyes. An older woman was standing next to him and informed them they had arrived at their final destination. Had he slept the whole train ride, he thought to himself. Thanking the woman Jack grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the trainstation on his way to that house. It was a long walk, but the adrenaline in his body made him forget the tiredness in his body. After about on hour, he finally arrived and he rushed up the stairs to knock on the door. It was her maid Lucy who opened it. Surprised by his sudden appearance she smiled brightly at him, remembering the impression he had made on her.

"Mr. Dawson," a giggle escaped her lips, "what a pleasant surprise."

"Hello, Lucy. Listen, I am sorry to stop by so unannounced, but it is an emergency. Is Mrs. Brown at home?"

She shook her head. "She won't be back until an hour or so. But then she has to leave tonight again because of a wedding."

Good, Jack thought to himself. He knew she was speaking of Rose's wedding. His desperate eyes made Lucy feel for him and she helped him inside. Taking his heavy bag she led him into the garden where could enjoy a glass of water. It seemed like hours before there was any sign of Molly. Cigarette after cigarette went through his hands until finally he heard her voice echoing coming from every corner of the house. Lucy was also talking her head off, trying to get Mrs. Brown to come outside for a lovely surprise.

"I am very busy, Lucy. I have to leave tonight and still pack all my stuff." Molly sounded somewhat annoyed. Jack decided to take measure in his own hands, stood up and slowly walked inside. They were still in the hallway and she was turned with her back towards him. He cleared his throat, made himself known and when Molly turned around, her eyes widened and she grasped for air. Then a huge smile appeared on her face and she hugged the young man tightly.

"Oh sonny. This is indeed a wonderful surprise," She pulled away and inspected him from head to toe, "How good you look, Jack. Even got a little meat on your bones. Here let's go into the drawing room." Lucy was ordered to put on the kettle and fetch the most delicious treats she could find. It was a relief for Jack that she was now sitting in front of him. Her kind eyes stared deeply into his soul and it made him feel thankful for what she'd done for him. Even Molly appeared in one of his dreams. He was standing with Rose on deck. It was still a blur to him what they were doing, but the warmth of the sun going down felt relaxing. Then a group of three women suddenly stood behind them. It was Rose's mother and Molly together with another woman. All their gazes burned in his skin and he could hear Rose's breathing starting to get faster. She was nervous. As Rose walked away, Mrs. Brown took him to her cabin and dressed him in one of her son's suits so he could give an outstanding impression. And he did.

"Listen Molly, I know you are busy at the moment, but I just had to see you."

"Has something happened, Jack?"

He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head towards the door watching Lucy bring in the tea. As she left he turned his attention back to Molly and leaned back in his chair. "I-" He began, "I've started to get my memory back. Everything."

"Jack, that is wonderful!" Molly clapped her hands full of enthusiasm, "How did you manage to do it?"

"I had a little accident back home and after that I started to have dreams and flashbacks. It's all coming back to me now, Molly. Especially her."

Her smile quickly disappeared from her face and she shook her head. The look on her face said enough for him. Jack begged her. "Please, Molly. I have to see her."

"She is getting married, Jack. It will only complicate things any more."

"I know she is getting married, Molly. I only want to tell her that I remember and especially... that I am sorry."

With that, Molly Brown stood up from her chair and left the room.

Philadelphia 1912

Her dress felt tight. Too tight to even breathe properly. Her stomach had grown immensely over the months and it was even a surprise she was able to fit in her wedding gown all together. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her mother came bursting into the room, holding onto her father's arm. There was a big smile on both of their faces and they led her down the stairs. Everyone gasped at the vision of the bride, slowly marching down the stairs. Rose was able to hear crowds outside of her house and a sudden feeling of joy washed over her. Even the baby was full of excitement, kicking slightly inside of Rose's belly. This was all for her, she realised as the door opened and the carriage was waiting to pick her up. Her father placed a kiss on her cheek and helped his daughter inside.

Arriving at the church, over 500 guests stared at the young bride in awe as she walked down the aisle. She could already see him waiting for her at the altar. He was nervous. Rose noticed it by the way he tapped his feet onto the floor in a fast rhythm. It was almost time for her to stand next to him and become his wife. Suddenly, her father stopped and she could feel a sharp pain in her stomach. There was something wrong with the baby. Looking back up, he was suddenly not alone. There were now to. Mr. DeWitt Bukater turned to his daughter. He had a devilish smile plastered on his face and the whole church had gone silent.

"It is a simple choice, dear," He said, "You can marry Mr. Dawson, but you will lose your child right this instant. Marry Mr. Hockley and all will remain the same."

A sudden sound of a ticking clock was heard behind her and she looked at the two grooms. They both had no expression in their faces whatsoever and the pain of the baby grew stronger by the second. She wrapped her arms around her body and fell onto her knees, gasping for air.

"It's too late now, Rose." It was Jack's voice. Cal was suddenly in front of her and helped her back up. Jack was gone, he had disappeared into thin air.

Rose was startled when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Opening her eyes she saw the one and only Margaret Brown sitting next to her.

"I hope I am not that scary." Molly laughed.

Rose swung her arms around the woman, finding solace from another bad dream in her embrace. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Was she still dreaming? Finally letting her go, she saw her mother standing a bit away from them, a look of disapproval plastered on her face.

"Oh Molly you don't know how lovely it is to see you."

"You looked frightened, dear. Are you all right?"

Rose nodded her head. "I must have fallen asleep and have a bit of a bad dream." Her face had started to tingle and she then realised she wasn't wearing a hat and had caught a slight sunburn. Molly took her head and insisted on going for a walk. She could use a bit of exercise, having done nothing all day but sit and have many failed attempts on starting a new book. Despite Ruth's despise for Mrs. Brown, she did not protest on letting her daughter spend time with her. Perhaps it was a slummering fear of Rose's rage now that the wedding was so close. Trying hard to keep up with Molly's tempo they moved through parts of the city she'd often avoid going to. Brown kept chatting whilst Rose rushed behind her. Only nodding a few types she was finally able to catch her breath when they stopped.

"Why are we going to a church, Molly?" Rose raised an eyebrow as she stared at the building in front of her. It was a small church, only meant for the people in the neighborhood.

"Just come with me, dear. I have to show you something." Still not getting it, Rose could only follow her. Standing in front of the entrance door.

"Promise me you'll not freak out all right?"

As the door opened, letting light fill the room. There was a person standing at the end of the nave down by the apse. It was too dark for her to make out who it was. Expecting Molly to follow her, she was confused when she stayed outside. Molly simply gave Rose a nod of acknowledgment and told her she'd wait outside. Moving forward she could see the person turning around and when a beam of light struck his face, she froze. Unnoticeably pinching herself she thought that she was still living inside of that dreaming she was having earlier. He stepped closer towards her, but Rose took a step back, shaking her head heavily.

"No," she stuttered, "no this can't be true."

"Rose, please I need to talk to you."

Molly, who had heard her cries of disbelief came walking in. Clearly seeing the girl was upset she held her in her arms.

"Tell him to go away, Molly. I can't bear to look at him."

Hearing those words crushed Jack's soul to the core. It wasn't what he had hoped for, but he had also expected it in someway. He shared a look with Brown and simply nodded at her before leaving the little church. He had at least tried to contact her, but it was too late. Looking back one more, he remained his course back to his hotel.

As sweet as Meredith was, she helped her mistress inside through the backdoor. Rose was in despair, refusing Molly to bring her back home she was also angry with her. How could she not have told her he was there. It came to her like a bolt from the blue. Her maid helped her gently into the bath, massaging her back and shoulders with a fresh lavender soap to calm her down. Singing soft lullabies, Rose still had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I simply don't get it. He was the one telling me to go away and now here he is two days before my wedding! It is like he wants to torment me just as I had forgotten him."

"I don't think you have ever forgotten him, Rose." Meredith spoke boldly, "Otherwise you wouldn't have been this upset."

Rose turned her head towards Meredith furiously. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I am just stating the truth. You were willing to jump back onto a sinking ship for that man whom you had met only a few days before. You would have died for him so don't try to fight your own desires because it is a battle you will most definitely lose." Meredith stood up and placed a towel over the edge of the tub, "I have to help your mother. You can ring for me when you need anything." And she left the room.

Rose wiped away her tears and remained inside the bath until the water had completely cooled down. The brief but drastic event of the afternoon kept replaying itself inside her mind. She had caught his eyes for a second and something in them had in fact changed since the last time she saw him. The way he stood there was something she recognised. Perhaps the return of an old spirit. She lifted herself out of the tub and draped the towel around her trembling body. Quickly changing into her dressing gown she headed into her father's former office. The old telephone was luring at her from the desk and she picked up the horn. Molly had told her what hotel she was staying at and dialed. After a moment Rose heard Brown's voice coming from the other side of the line.

"Molly, it is me, Rose."

"Hello, darling." She sounded as if nothing had happened.

"Do you uh perhaps know where Jack might be?" She was frightened to speak his name out loud.

"Oh yes. He is here in the room with me, dear."