There was a sudden shake that vibrated through the whole ship, chunks of ice showering the deck where Jack and Rose stood. A few of the men on deck were kicking around a piece of ice, making a game of it. Jack leant over the side of the ship, observing where the hull had been struck.

"It looks okay. I don't see anything" he concluded, still wearing a concerned expression. He turned to Rose, noticing her trembling from the cold. "We should head back inside. I'll go pack up some of my things and I'll meet you at your room."
Rose nodded. "You could stay with Fabrizio and Tommy, they wouldn't think to look for you with them" she offered.

"This is really happening isn't it?" she mused as they headed towards the door. Jack held the door open for her. "I remember your room number; I'll be there in an hour. I promise." He kissed the top of her head and with that, they parted ways. He walked with haste to his stateroom, wanting to pack and leave before the brandy and cigars had run out in the smoking room. The last thing Jack wanted was the company and interrogation of Nathan Hockley. Quickly he packed away his necessities and as he clicked his luggage shut, the door creaked open. Jack's heart sank down to his stomach as he saw Nathan Hockley enter.

"Going somewhere Jack?" he asked, eyeing off the suitcase in Jack's hands.
"I am" said Jack, more confidently than he felt.
"What will you do for money" questioned Nathan.
"I'll figure something out" Jack replied stiffly.
"And you're quite happy to put your mother in the position of bankruptcy?" queried Nathan, trying to guilt trip his future son in law into staying.
"I have my own life to lead"

"That's why when we dock you can call of the engagement if you really want to" said Nathan as he placed something in the safe. Jack looked at him, perplexed. "I won't ask where you're going. But before you go Jack, I ask for your help."

Jack nodded slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on Nathan.
"The necklace I showed you, the one for you to present to Catherine is missing. You wouldn't have any idea where it would be would you?"

Jack took in a sharp breath, recalling the sparkling blue diamond draped around Rose's neck. Even after the drawing was finished they didn't put it back. An hour ago when they were on deck together it hung around her porcelain neck, its shimmer the same colour as the dark ocean around them.

"No sir I don't" he lied, his heart thumping wildly.
"I sure hope nobody has stolen it, the consequences would be quite severe if they were caught I'd imagine. Although if they got away with it, they'd be quite well off for the rest of their lives. But not to worry, it's probably just been misplaced hey Jack? I'll let you get back to your packing." Nathan then turned around and exited in the door he came from, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Jack had gathered the last of his things and headed down to Rose's room, with both his luggage and a warning about the necklace. He knocked on the door softly but there was no response. He checked the door. It was room nineteen, but where was Rose? A small crowd was gathering at the end of the hall, Jack headed over to see if she was there. He could see past the shoulders of the third class passengers that one of the rooms was filled with ice shards. Jack spotted Fabrizio and Tommy and approached them.

"Tommy, Fabrizio, have you seen Rose?"
"Thought she'd be with you boyo. She was packing her bags, something about leaving. We heard the commotion and came down here. Is she not in her room?"

"No" Jack replied loudly over the voices of the crowd.
"She couldn't have got very far, it's not a big ship Jack" assured Fabrizio.

Jack thanked the two and stood back to think. Rose wouldn't have left so suddenly, would she? "If they got away with it, they'd be quite well off for the rest of their lives." Nathan Hockley's words echoed in his head and it seemed very likely that she had made off with the diamond. No, she wouldn't. He knew her. Jack interrupted that thought. Did he really know Rose?

Something else interrupted his thoughts as Fabrizio exclaimed that there was water leaking through on the floor.

Present

Jack's worried look was eerily familiar as he got to the tragedy of his eighty four year old tale. His nurse was preparing his medication as Lovett put new batteries in his tape recorder. Bodine was entering something into his computer and they all did so in silence. "I knew it was serious then" said Jack, "and as much as I loathed the Hockley's, I knew I had to tell them that the Titanic was slowly filling with water and was going to sink."