Chapter Thirteen

Of Greater Value

This is such a short chapter, but I just had to get it up! Thank you for the reviews:)

Sarah realized that Rose's birthday was only a little more than week away. She couldn't go out and buy her a new hair pin or necklace, although she knew what Rose liked. She thought silver would look more beautiful against her skin tone than gold. Sarah had debated about going to a jewelry store and getting her something, but Rose would never be able to accept it.

What could really be meaningful, then? Yes, she could make her something handmade, but it was too cliche, saying that "I made this for you" like she was four when she made Cal a drawing in school. But she was sure Rose would like it more than having her spend money on something she would only wear on occasions.

Sarah played with a thin pink string sticking out from her blanket. She closed her eyes. She was tired, she knew she needed sleep. For whatever reason, she was just incapable of falling asleep for the past week. She blamed it on adjusting to not having someone constantly watching over her – which wasn't a bad thing. No, now it was great not having Cal watching her every move. She felt truly happy and free for the first time in her life.

What could Rose never have that Sarah could give her? She couldn't give her a house for three more years. She wouldn't want anything too expensive, but something that had thought in it. Jack, that was something that Rose could never have.

A lightbulb went off in her head. Jack. That was perfect! True, she could never bring him back to life, she could do a seance. Rose had never been able to see him since the day Titanic sank. And she had always wanted to do that for her, too. Even though Sarah had no idea exactly how to perform a seance, she would have to figure it out, and fast.

"A seance?" Joey asked Sarah, a bewildered look upon his face.

Sarah nodded. "What do you think?"

"What do I think? Well, it's an idea, that's what I think," Joey said.

Her eyes trailed off to the brick building just a few feet away. It seemed too cold to be outside. She could see the breath coming out of her mouth in white puffs. It seemed too cold to early October. Rose said that winter was supposed to be coming early this month.

"Is it a good idea, though?" Sarah asked. "Do you think she would like it?"

"It would scare her if haven't told her yet," he said, obviously neutral.

"You're not a big help," she said, leaning into him. She felt him wrap her arms around her.

"Who would the seance be about, Sarah?" Joey asked slowly.

"Jack."

"Jack? As in Jack Dawson, my brother?"

"Yes. And just so you know, you're invited, too."

Silence.

"You haven't done this before, have you." Joey stated it more as a fact, not as a question.

"No. No, I haven't."

"So, what, you're going on a total whim?"

Sarah paused. "Sort of. I'm hoping it'll work, though." She paused. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course. I know you can do it, Sarah. Just as long as I get to see Jack..."

Sarah sat at the kitchen table that night. The moon was nearly full. It gave off an eerie glow to everything. She had told Rose that night not to make plans for her birthday, since she and Joey were planning on spending it with her.

Next Saturday would prove to be, put lightly, interesting. That is, if Sarah could just figure out how to do it. Would she just call out his name? No, she had tried that before as a test and it hadn't worked.

She could get people to cross over, yes. She could talk to dead people that were still on earth. Could it really be that much harder to speak to one that had crossed over?

Without even talking to Rose, she knew that this is what she wanted. Just to actually see Jack one last time would make her happy. Isn't that what anyone who had lost a loved one wanted? Just to talk to them one last time? Yes, that's what Sarah thought herself when she found out that Cal died. But this was Jack, a good, honest man who loved Rose truly.

I'll find a way, Rose, she thought.

Sarah stood up. The cold tiles of the kitchen sent chills up her spine. She tip-toed quickly across the floor and up the stairs to her room, where she turned on the light and opened up her closet door. In it was a Ouija board that she had boughten last year (without Cal's knowledge, of course). Maybe this is what could bring Jack back, if only not for a while.

Oooh, so Sarah found the Ouija board...I guess you'll have to see what happens next chapter at Rose's birthday party!