The cab stopped at its final destination. Jack and Rose emerged from the car. Jack paid for the taxi fare, while Rose looked at the now unfamiliar sights, at the willows that surrounded each of the mansions. Jack caught up with his wife, while they stood in the middle of a dirt track that led to the mansions. Soon, they walked through the darkened road, passing each of the mansions, until one small cottage caught Jack's eye. He thought that the rundown-looking building looked out of place, amongst the mansions.
Inside the cottage Jesse kept himself occupied in the house by tidying a few things here and there, until he couldn't contain himself for what was inside those bonds books. He had never seen these kinds of books before; back at his office he kept records in loose papers and little notepads of the inventories, transactions, all the things he needed to keep his business in operation. Despite his southwest location he was just as busy as he had seen in New York earlier. Jesse opened a book, and saw that these were unlike he had seen before. Investments, bonds, banking, trust. Jesse carefully closed the book, and placed it back to its original position as if it hadn't been touched in the first place.
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At the next mansion over, Rose looked over at the run-down cottage, expecting to see something out of the ordinary, while Jack knocked on the large, heavy-looking door.
"Are you sure we're at the right place?" Rose asked, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Jack knocked on the door once more.
"This is the address that was given to me. I didn't know I had a cousin in the first place..." Rose tightly hugged Jack, until the door opened. Inside, stood a man, who looked possibly no older than Jack himself, and Rose could see the uncanny resemblance between Jack and the man.
"Dawson?" The man looked sort of stunned by who he saw in front of him, for he couldn't comprehend what was happening. Jack was also the same.
"And you must be...Gat-" Before Jack could finish, the man grabbed his hand and pulled him into a sort of a tight hug. They both sobbed for they had seen each other for the first time, and wondered what one another must be like. Meanwhile, Rose rubbed her tears from her cheeks, at the man who nearly lost his life out at sea nearly a decade prior, but also of the joyous occasion that is happening between the cousins. She turned her gaze back at the house, until something caught her eye. It looked like she saw a ghost staring back at her, through the dark windows. Rose flinched, turned back to the men, and looked back at the spooky-looking house. Whatever it was that stood at that window had disappeared, leaving behind a black void...
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Jesse slept on the soft-looking couch, his head resting on his hand looking like the Thinker's pose, when Nick entered back in his house for the evening. He clattered noisily as he places his keys and watch on the table, then takes off his jacket, leaving it on the chair's back. He takes off his tie, while Jesse looked groggy, clearly awaken from his sleep. He yawned and stretched, then looked around at the commotion Nick was making. While Nick was taking off his tie he looked out the window, until he saw a young woman, looking back at him, or so he thought. Quickly, Nick turned back, his hands on the counter to balance himself, while a dish clattered about on the floor. He was too nervous to look back at that house, or the young woman. Instead, he went towards the back, not noticing Jesse trying to wake up from his slumber.
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"Jack and I, we go back. Way back." Jay Gatsby says, pouring three glasses of champagne from a bottle, then carries them to the couple, and for himself. "I remember Jack, when he was five or so, we go out to the hills behind his father's old house, back in Chippewa Falls, and play back there. His father was my uncle, my mother's younger brother. Where are the kids, Jack? I've wanted to see your beautiful children, my darling nephews."
"We left them with our nanny back in Chippewa Falls. They would be a handful if we brought them along." Jack says, swirling the drink in his glass.
"Nonsense. Children are a blessing. Since that tragic house fire I haven't heard of Jack since, until I read up on the Titanic's sinking. I knew Jack wanted to be a traveler, to see the world. I felt some nagging feeling, that this time, he might have gone down, to be with his family once and for all..." Gatsby took a sip of his champagne, then continued. "I had a former friend telegram me that Jack was indeed alive and well, married, and has two beautiful children, and a third is on the way." Jay turned his attention to Rose, then continued on with his story of Jack. "Just like his father, he was an adventurous fellow. Liked to see the sights. He came originally from somewhere out west, as my mother often told stories of what her brother was like. The last time I'd seen Jack was when he was 7, and that was the last time we played, until my father moved from Minnesota to New York, for he got a new job here in the city. We have so much to catch up on. Hey, what happened to that other war hero I've been hearing about. I also have a surprise for him." Both Jack and Rose looked at each other. The Titanic tragedy, the fiasco it ensued thereafter, the Lusitania sinking three years later, in which Jesse and his father were on board, followed by the First World War, and with that the devasting possibilty that Jesse was left for dead in the field...The last time Jack saw Jesse was seeing him booking it for the hills in France, after his rifle had jammed, while he tried to call him back. A bomb had been thrown, at the direction Jesse was running, then detonated. They both shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Rose tilted her head, then gulped the champagne in one drink, while Jack placed his on the table.