Rose woke up and yawned. Then she paused. She was in a bed. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered she had been on the pier and had fallen unconscious in the water. Had Tessa somehow found her and carried her here?

"Tessa?" she called out questioningly. She propped herself up on her elbows. Rose looked around the room. It definitely wasn't her room, but there was something...familiar about it.

She noticed how rich it was, everything was made of fine material, nothing she would be able to afford. Well...she used to be able to afford it, but she was done with that lifestyle.

"Tess?" she asked again. "Did you being me here...?" She heard footsteps outside the door, and the doorknob turning. She quickly sat up, shifting the lace covers on top of her.

The door opened, and in popped...Trudy? Rose rubbed her eyes, then flopped back onto her bed, covering her face with her arm.

"That's it, I'm dead," she exclaimed. "Is this heaven?"

"Miss, what do you mean?" Trudy asked. Rose peeked out at her. She sounded the exact same as she had rememebered.

"Well, you're dead, so that means I'm dead, and oh, gosh, Tessa's gonna be so devastated...wait! Is Jack here?"

"Miss, I don't know what you're saying, but you need to get up! Today's a big day!" Trudy said, and walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. Suddenly, it occurred to Rose where she was. This was the room she had in Southampton before she had boarded the Titanic!

"Trudy...what day is it?" Rose asked cautiously.

"Don't you remember Miss? Today is the day we go on the great Titanic!"

Rose immediatly fell into a dead faint.

She woke up moments later to Trudy wiping her forehead with a damp cloth.

"Trudy?" she asked shakily.

"Yes, Miss?"

"How did I get here...?"

"What do you mean? Last night after dinner, you said you were feeling ill and came up here to get some rest. I see you're still feeling a little out of it. Maybe I should call a doctor to check your delusions about you being dead."

"Trudy...I..."

"It's alright Miss, we still have time before the ship leaves. Oh, what do you want me to tell Mr. Hockley? I'm sure he wants to know that you aren't feeling well..."

Rose groaned.

"Miss?"

Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Somehow, it seemed, she had traveled back in time a year...and ended up in the same (figurative) boat she had been in. She had no idea what to do, and to make matters worse, she was engaged to Cal all over again!

"Miss," Trudy repeated. "We need to get going."

"I don't want to," Rose said sincerely. She was not going through that again.

"Miss, you're ill, you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying, Trudy, I'm not getting on that ship," Rose said, and jumped out of bed. Somehow she would have to leave without her mother and Cal knowing.

Rose began to rifle through the wardrobe. She cringed at the finery of her old dresses. If she could have sold just one of these, she could have paid for a year's worth of rent at her apartment!

"Miss, what are you doing?" Trudy was gaping at Rose pulled on a plain dress. Rose stopped.

"Putting on a dress...?" Rose said, confused. Suddenly, she remembered that Trudy had always dressed her. After living a year on her own, Rose realized just how trapped she had been.

"Miss, I always dress you," Trudy said, looking a little hurt. "And you're not even wearing a corset!"

"I hate corsets," Rose told her honestly, but wondered how she would explain getting dressed. She had just gotten so used to taking care of herself, she hadn't realized it would be out of the ordinary.

"How...?" Trudy asked, still in the same spot.

"Please, don't ask, Trudy," Rose sighed. "It's a long story, and I'm having trouble sorting things out in my head right now."

She continued putting on the dress. She had to see the ship, to see if this all was real.

"Miss, what should I tell Mr. Hockley?" Trudy asked. "Obviously, you don't seem like you'll be getting on the ship with him..."

Rose turned back to Trudy gratefully. She had always been so faithful to her.

"Tell him...I'm ill and went to see a doctor...and I'll meet him on the ship."

"Yes, Miss," Trudy said and begin to head out of her room.

"Trudy," Rose caller after her. Trudy turned around.

"Yes, Miss?"

Rose smiled at her. "Thank you, Trudy. I know this is crazy and random, but I can't get on that ship...and if there is some way for you to not get on the Titanic...please don't."

"What do you mean?" Trudy looked concerned.

"Well...ships are tricky. You never know when they might sink," Rose said, thinking about the hundreds of people that will now be dying all over again.

"Miss, it's unsinkable, they say."

"Well, people have been wrong before," Rose said. Suddenly, she ran across the room and gave Trudy a quick hug. It was nice to see her again, Rose hadn't realized how much she had missed her former maid.

"Thanks again, Trudy, you've always been such a good friend," Rose said, tears prickling the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you, Miss," Trudy whispered back. Then she pulled away. "You'd better get going, Miss. Will I ever see you again?"

"I hope so, Trudy," Rose said sadly. "I hope so. Think about what I said."

"Goodbye, Miss Rose," Trudy said, and hurried down the hall.

Rose quickly turned back to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of shoes that looked somewhat comfortable and didn't have two inch thick heels. Glancing around the room, she noticed a purse. Her purse!

She rushed over and grabbed it, hoping the money would get her somewhere. Then she grabbed the handle on the door.

"Goodbye," she whispered to the room. Then she hurried down the hall in the opposite direction Trudy had gone. It was fairly easy to manuever her way out of the hotel. She thankfully didn't see Cal or her mother or even Lovejoy.

Stepping out into the streets of Southampton, Rose felt a whirlwind of emotion at the crowds of people. Children and their parents, who if they boarded the Titanic, would be dead by the end of the week.

Hurriedly, Rose called over a car, her stomach tingling with a sense of dejá vu. She paid the driver and hopped in.

"I s'pose ye'd like te go to the grand Titanic?" The driver asked.

Rose nodded. "Yes please," she replied, the name of the ship still causing her to feel nauseous.

As they drove through the streets, Rose still couldn't believe how this had happened. She knew she had traveled back in time, but how? Did it have something to do with last night?

"We're here, lass," the driver told her, interrupting her thoughts. She fumbled around in her purse and tossed some money to him before stepping out of the car.

And glancing up...there she was. The Titanic. Rose couldn't believe her eyes. She really had gone back. There was no possible way it couldn't be at the bottom of the Atlantic otherwise.

She pushed through the crowds of people, to get close to the ship. It blew a horn, alerting people that she would be leaving soon. Rose went straight up to the dock. Being this close to the ship that was the grave of hundreds, Rose felt her head spin. She slowly backed away from the Titanic. She couldn't take it anymore.

Suddenly, Rose felt herself being knocked over.

"Oof!" She landed hard on the concrete beneath her, head still spinning. Someone had run into her. She was still dizzy, but a shadow fell over her.

"Are you okay?" The shadow asked.

"Dizzy," she responded, her ears ringing and not really hearing.

"I'm so sorry," the voice said. "Didn't watch where I was going."

Rose's ears were slowly clearing, and sensing familiarity in the voice speaking to her.

Just then, the Titanic let out a last blow of the horn. The ropes were removed from the dock, and she began to sail.

"Oh, crap!" The voice said.

Rose looked up at the shadow above her. "Wha–?" Suddenly, she recognized the voice.

"No! I had a ticket!" said the figure, frustrated. Then he turned back to Rose. "Guess I deserve it, for running into you."

But Rose was slowly standing up. Her vision slowly cleared as she shakily got to her feet. She stumbled, but the man held her up.

"Woah, you alright there?"

Her eyes widened. For standing in front of her, holding her up, with suspenders and dirty blonde hair, was Jack Dawson.

A/N sorry these are short, but these are more intro chapters. :P