Rose spent most of the day exploring the town of Chippewa Falls. She had to admit, she loved everything about it. The small town feel, the fresh air, the small shops and office buildings. The people were a lot friendlier than they had been in New York. They didn't even know her and would stop and say hello or start a conversation or just plain smile. It was the perfect place to live a simple life...to raise a family here. The perfect place for Cora.

It was late afternoon when Rose began to feel her feet begin to ache. She sighed, as she spotted the park where she and Molly had met Jack. Planning for this to be her last stop, she went and sat on a bench and closed her eyes, letting the warm spring air blow against her red curls. She had tried not to think about Jack anymore since that morning, but now that she wasn't exploring and was at rest, her mind went back to the memory of him kissing her hand on the grand stair case of Titanic. The vision was so clear. She could still hear the waltz. She could see just how blue his eyes were. The only thing she couldn't do was feel the press of his lips against her hand…

"Rose?"

She opened her eyes to find Jack standing before her, his portfolio tucked under his arm and his blue eyes warm and concerned staring down at her. He wasn't dressed in a tux, but he was still just as handsome as he had been then. Blushing, she made herself smile.

"Jack..."

"What are you doing here? Are you by yourself?" Jack asked. He was just getting off work and thought that an hour of drawing would clear his mind some. He had not expected to find Rose sitting on the bench with her eyes closed and a small smile on her lovely face. Seeing her there had made his heart beat faster than it had for two years and made his mouth go dry. He longed to wrap his arms around her and kiss her pink lips that he had missed so much...but he resisted the urge and remained standing.

"Yes. I spent the day exploring the town. It's quite lovely. The people here are so nice. I was just finishing up and decided to take a moment here and enjoy the last of the afternoon," Rose explained. "Are you just getting off from work."

"Yes. I usually come here and draw some before heading back to the house. It kind of puts me in a more creative head space, so I can tell Cora her bedtime story more easily. Kind of gets the creative juices flowing you can say."

"Oh. I hope I'm not disrupting you..."

Jack chuckled and shook his head. He chuckled again, remembering on Titanic, how Rose had snatched his portfolio away in her outrage and was suddenly amazed and charmed by his work. It was the first time that a woman had genuinely been interested in what he did and didn't just fake it just to get his attention. It was one of the things that made him fall for her.

"Is something funny?"

"Oh, I was just remembering the first time you had seen my drawings. You had been so mad at me, but all of that had melted away the minute you saw my work. Then we had began to talk about art and you were so interested. You really cared. You were so amazing….," he blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry. I should let the memory come to you on it's own..."

"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you told me. Would it be too…assuming to ask to see some of your work now?"

"You want to?"

Rose eagerly nodded. The more time she got to spend with Jack the better. Plus, she really was curious about his artwork. Art must have been an interest of hers and it must have bonded her to Jack as well, with him being an artist.

"Okay, sure," Jack sat down and opened his portfolio to the first page, which was a picture of a sleeping Cora.

Rose gasped, entranced. "Jack...this is exquisite work...you've captured her so perfectly..." She was genuinely amazed.

"She's my favorite model and my muse. I can't stop drawing her. There's always something new to capture."

He turned the picture to a laughing Cora, hugging her favorite teddy bear, another of Lisa standing against the tree and Weaver working on something with a hammer. There were other pictures of people doing different, everyday things. Each work seemed to come off of the paper to Rose, each intricate in detail.

"Jack, you have a gift, you do. You see people."

Jack stared at her, the words drifting over him like a warm blanket. "You told me that before. When you had first seen my pictures on Titanic."

Rose looked up, her eyes wide and curious. "Really?"

Jack nodded. "It's probably just a coincidence though...unless you do remember..."

Rose sighed and shook her head. There had been no new memories since that morning. She smiled and looked at Jack, realizing that he didn't know.

"I don't remember that...but I did have a memory this morning. I was walking downstairs and I had this flash of walking down a grand staircase. I was dressed up and you were at the bottom in a tuxedo and you kissed my hand and told me you saw it in a nickelodeon once and always wanted to do it. Molly said that really happened..."

Jack stared not knowing how to react to this bit of news or how to feel. "It did! It was the first class dinner! You're remembering!"

"It was just one little scene, but...everything was clear. The waltz...the people all dressed up...you...the most handsomest man in the room..."

Jack blushed. "There were plenty of handsome men in that room."

Maybe, but in her eyes, Jack had outshone them all. "It was a nice memory, though."

"Yeah it is...and there are more nice memories to come. I promise..."

Rose just nodded, then frowned, remembering what had happened to Titanic and why she had her mental break. "But there are bad memories too, right?"

"Rose….of course. But we're here for you, Rose. We won't let you relive those memories alone, I promise. You can always come to me or to Molly," Jack reassured, feeling that there was a need to. He wanted her to know that there was nothing off limits with him. He'll help her through all of it.

"I must admit, I am afraid. I know that it must have been bad..."

Jack took her hand in his and held it tight. "We had a saying, Rose. You jump, I jump. I have your hand and I won't let go. I made that promise to you when we met, you remembered that right? Well I'm making it again. I won't let go. I got you, I promise."

A tear fell from her eyes and he gently wiped it away with his thumb, his eyes meeting hers. At that moment, they were setting so close to each other, their faces inches apart, Rose wondered if he was going to kiss her. But to her disappointment, he cleared his throat and pulled away.

"Do you want to see Cora?" He asked, his voice nearly a whisper.

Rose blinked, taken out of the moment. She had hoped that he would kiss her. She smiled and nodded. "That would be great."

"Come. We'll go to the house now. Maybe you can even stay to see her to bed for the night," Jack got to his feet and held out his hand for Rose to take, relieved that he was able to resist the urge to kiss her that had came over him at that moment. That would have been moving way too fast for him.

"Okay," Rose took his offered hand and stood up from the bench. She hadn't planned to see Jack at all that day, but she was glad she did. The more time spent with him, the better she felt and now that he had promised to be there for her, she was no longer afraid of the bad memories still ahead of her. As long as Jack was there, she'll be okay. She was sure of it.