The news of Jack's heroism spread around the ship like wildfire, and his immediate group were curious of the first class girl he had saved. None of them had ever seen her around, and more importantly did not know what wealth she held. They all assumed that she was first class, as Nathan described her as having a similar dress to Catherine. Catherine scowled at Jack when Nathan announced that Rose would be joining them for dinner on Jack's invitation, but Jack could not care less for Catherine's jealousy. After the interrogation, Jack made his way over to the outside deck. Molly saw Jack's distant expression and patted him on the back. "You're a hero Jack, you saved someone's life. No money can buy that integrity" she stated. Jack looked around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. "Molly, I need a favour." She waited for him to continue with raised eyebrows.

"The girl I saved, Rose, isn't exactly in first class. She only looked like she was. She's from steerage. Although she doesn't look it. You have a daughter right?"
Molly nodded, not quite catching onto Jack's plan.
"Well Rose didn't want to come, because she felt she wouldn't fit in. You could pretend that Rose is your daughter, and maybe they won't suspect she is third class."
Molly smiled at Jack "Are you sure it will work sonny?"
"Her class doesn't matter to me Molly, but it matters to her, and to them" he said indicating to the rich folk behind him.
She sighed, still smiling. "Alrighty Jack, but best you inform her of what's going on. Poor girl will already be a deer in headlights." He thanked her several times before sneaking towards the second class stairway, waving at Molly with a carefree grin. Molly chuckled to herself, and imagined bratty Catherine's anguish when Jack showed to dinner with another girl on his arm.

Jack weaved through second class passengers and found the gate that went to steerage. He unlatched the gate and buttoned his coat up. Steerage was the opposite of the cold upper deck; it was full of warmth and life. Children raced around kicking a ball, different languages were heard all around the area chatting animatedly. Everyone seemed worry free, and happy to have each other's company.
"I think you're lost boyo" said a friendly Irish voice who inspected Jack, noting his formal attire.
"I think I'd rather be here" replied Jack with a grin, shaking hands with the Irish man. "Jack Dawson"
"Tommy Ryan" the man said cheerfully, grabbing his pal who was sitting next to him by the arm.
"Fabrizio De Rossi" said the Italian man, shaking Jack's hand with wide eyes.
"I'm looking for someone" Jack said hopefully. "Her name is Rose Dewitt- uh… something or other."
Tommy and Fabrizio exchanged grins and pointed toward the corner. There in the small patch of sunlight sat Rose, who was braiding a little girl's hair. Jack felt his heart speed up as he approached her, not really knowing what to say. He tapped her lightly and she turned to him, shocked and pleasantly surprised at the same time.

"Mr. Dawson? Funny, I was just contemplating coming to see you."
"So it must be fate" Jack said, smiling. "I was wondering if we could talk."
Rose nodded and got up from the bench. "I'll see you later Cora" she said warmly as the little brunette girl skipped towards the other children. Tommy and Fabrizio raised their eyebrows several times, making Rose suppress a giggle. Jack opened the gate for Rose and then closed it behind him, leaving the steerage passengers to happily resume their activities.

Jack stood with her on the third class deck, both of them leaning on a rail and taking in the salty smell of the crisp morning air. They both felt awkward, for different reasons as they stand in complete silence.
"Mr. Dawson, I-"
"Jack" he corrected.
"Jack" she noted, "I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion."
"You're welcome" said Jack, his mind filled with a million questions.
"Look, Rose, can I be honest with you?"
"Please" she replied.
"When I saw you, for the first time on the deck yesterday, I felt some sort of connection. I know it sounds absurd but that's the feeling I had."
Rose gave a small smile then looked out to the ocean again. "Jack, I know how foolish I must have seemed last night. I just felt like my whole world and all the people in it wouldn't miss me if I was gone. I wore the only nice dress I could find, so I could die in it. I wish I could be rich like the people in first class. Then I'd have no problems."
"Money can't rid you from your problems, I'd rather live in the third class" Jack said hesitantly, "I felt like jumping too."

Again, they both stood in silence. Rose felt more stupid than ever. "Why?"
"What are your views on love Rose?" asked Jack, seemingly ignoring her question.
"Love should know no boundaries" said Rose, colour filling her cheeks.
"What if you were forced to marry someone you didn't love?"
Rose thought about it, knowing fully that was the reason she was poor. "I couldn't do it" she concluded with certainty. "I didn't do it" she added.
Jack looked bewildered and she thought it best to explain.
"I had been withdrawn from my schooling one day, two years ago, when I was sixteen. My mother and father told me that the purpose of an education was to find a good husband, but they had already found one for me. He was a man of thirty something, and had assets of millions. I tried Jack, really I tried. But it wasn't for me. He wasn't for me. For a year I pretended, and I had finally had enough. I told my parents and they told me that if I refused, they'd disown me. I left that night with a suitcase of clothes and some of my possessions. That very night I was robbed, left with nothing but the dress I wore last night. I made my way to an inn, where the owners took me in and gave me some of their clothes. I worked as their maid and they were more loving than my mother and father ever were. On my eighteenth birthday I found a ticket for the Titanic on my bed, with a note from them insisting I make a new start. I was excited at first. But being amongst people with money, I am always reminded that I'll struggle no matter where I go. I'm a nothing now."

"You're something to me" said Jack, not taking his eyes off of her. "I know how you feel Rose. I have to marry a girl who I can't stand. I mean Catherine isn't for me, like that man wasn't for you."
"The woman you were arguing with on the deck?"
He frowned, remembering how Catherine had spoken down to him in front of their luncheon company and out on the deck.
"Yeah."
"Well don't marry her then."
Jack smirked, releasing a small laugh. Rose suddenly realised how out of place she was and tried to justify her comment.
"I didn't mean-"
"Rose, it's fine. I wish it were that simple, only it doesn't work like that my circle of 'friends'. You'll get what I mean tonight."

Rose suddenly remembered dinner, and Jack saw her expression change.
"Jack I can't, really. I don't fit in anymore."
"Mrs. Brown, Molly, said you could pretend to be her daughter."
Rose cast him the bewildered look this time.
"She's not like the rest of them, she's like me. Class doesn't matter. You could pass as her daughter. And you've been in first class before, you know how they act."
Rose sighed, fearing the worst but knew she owed Jack.
Jack took her hand and led her up the steps to the first class deck, finally feeling like someone in his world cared.