Rose awoke the moment the ship docked. She noticed the fancy embellishments, the extravagant decorations of the large room and knew immediatey she was in the first class part of the ship. What happened? She could hardly remember. The door opened and a maid came bringing in clothes.
"Here, miss, change into these. I'll come when you're done."
Rose took the clothes and changed into them most messily. 'Who cares?' She thought. People made all the noise about getting off the ship, she could hear them all the way from her room. Rose was still in a daze. She could hardly concentrate on anything. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. A huge jumble of thoughts.

Cal walked in the door to his quarters shared with his fiancé and entered without knocking.
"Rose, how unexpected of you."
He put his hand on her face.
"You don't want people to think that you're a peasant right? You've got the world at your heels. You deserve better."
"Maybe I don't." she replied.
"Dont be silly. I'll leave you to fix how you look. People are waiting for us."
"How do you know they will? Aren't they just relieved they survived?"
Cal returned a few moments later.
"Let's go now. The ship will be empty in a few minutes. I've already told the maids to leave the ship. Your mother is waiting for you very eagerly in the carriage."
Cal offered his arm and Rose took it. It was the only logical thing to do for Rose.

"Rose!" her mother exclaimed. "I thought I almost lost you! We all did."
"Dont worry mother. You did."
Ruth eyed Rose closely. She didn't even look up. "Just sit in the dear, we'll talk later." Her mother glared.

"Is she awake?" Nathan Hockley inquired.
"No father."
"Must have been quite an experience on the ship." Said Nathan Hockley.
"Indeed."
"Even for you, Cal?" His father questioned. His son was always a queer one.
"What do you mean father?" Cal's forehead creased.
"Well, it must be strange for you. All that fear. You never had to worry about anything in your life!" He smirked.
Cal's fists tightened.
"So what are you saying?"
Ruth could clearly see what everyone thought was a wonderful father and son relationship was actually strained, full of problems never tackled. Ruth stood up.
"Excuse me, let me just check on Rose," they didn't even notice her leave.
"Father, what are you trying to say?"
"Son, it must have been strange seeing you so scared and helpless since you always seem so prepared. Why, I don't even remember seeing you scared your whole life. You almost seem heartless."
"Mhmmm." Cal muttered.
"What I fail to understand, Cal. If Rose was a woman and a first class passenger. Why is it she was found in the waters. I thought you all were supposed to be together? Didn't you get the suites?"
"We all got separated." He answered a little too quickly. "Ruth went to the boats with Molly Brown and the other women when Rose went missing. Everything was so mixed up already that we all got separated, everyone kept on pushing each other of course and I tried to look for Rose but it was chaotic. Eventually, I had to go on a lifeboat and she was lucky when I saw her in the third class section!"
"It's just like you Cal, leaving your fiancé amidst a tragedy." Nathan Hockley said in between bites of his toast.
"I assure you father, I didn't."
"I certainly hope so. I wouldn't tolerate my son to be an abusive, selfish husband, I sure wasn't. Your mother wouldn't like that."
"Of course. Mother wouldn't."
"Well, how about the diamond? What has happened to it?" He saw his son's lingering look. The older Hockley frowned. "Well, I have to leave. I have a business meeting. Cal, you better stay and take care of your fiancé. When I return later, I hope you remember where you placed it. That thing cost me a fortune."
"Well, I'd appreciate it father if you'd let me think first. Your son just survived a tragedy and that's all you think of."
"Money." Nathan Hockley said. "Don't you always think about it too?" And he left.
Ruth came back at the right time, seeing the owner of the house gone, she decided she had to get going. "I have to go check on the wedding planning. Someone has to take care of the hotel arrangements for the reception. I'll be seeing you later."
"Goodbye Ruth."

Cal rose from his seat and went to his room. He and Rose were alone now, aside from the servants. He wished she was awake, he wanted to discuss things with her especially about that filth of a man, Dawson. Was he dead even?
Well he must be. Why on earth would she be so down and lifeless? Well, it was possible he was just missing. The door made a screeching sound. Rose opened her eyes.
"Milly, would you leave us first." Cal said.
"Of course sir."
Cal sat beside Rose. "How are you feeling dear?"
"Why am I here?" She muttered.
"This will be your new home Rose."
"Not yet Cal. We aren't married yet."
She fidgeted against his touch and stood up, only to fall back to the bed.
"You have a few days to regain your strength dear then we'd have the wedding. You may not remember," he laughed. "but you threatened to leave awhile ago. You went down the car in the middle of a street but you fell before you could even take two steps. Quite embarrassing." He paused for awhile. "It's just you and me in this house, Rose. You think it would be a good time to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" She spat.
"Well, you could start with the man then, if you're being so hard on this."
"Cal, couldnt you even give me a break. I just woke up." Rose moaned.
"You've had your break darling. I've waited long enough. You're lucky I even accepted you back here. If I were in the right mind, I'd have left you to die in that ship."
"You did. You got out Lovejoy's gun and tried to shoot me. Oh you don't remember? It's really a good thing Jack was there or else I would have died from your bullet you bastard."
"Ja-Ja-Jack!" Cal muttered back, his voice slowly escalating. "Jack, Jack, Jack! I risked my life to save you! I already had a boat with me, TWO TIMES I COULD HAVE ESCAPED EARLIER! Bu-but what did I do? I WENT BACK TO SAVE YOU!" He was getting violent. Rose brought her knees to her chest, wrapping herself in an invisible protective layer.
"I could already have been saved but what did I do? I ran after you and that's what you're going to repay me with!?" He shouted.
"What are you gonna do Cal?" She managed to muster up despite her fear. "Are you gonna hit me again? Go ahead!"
"I OUGHT TO!" He screamed, his hand stopped just an inch before his fiancé's tender face. Seeing his hesitation, Rose said, "What can I do? I don't love you. I hate you, I despise you, I abhor you!" She fearlessly said. What was the use anyway? She wasn't living her life for herself, what's the use of being afraid for her safety?
"I don't care. You can hit me, I don't care. You can marry me, I won't care. You wanna know why? It's because I don't care a single thing about you." Cal could feel his blood rising to his head. What was worse? To know all along the woman he loves hates him or hear it from her own mouth? He slammed his fists on the wall just beside Rose. That's the best he could do. He couldn't touch her. He wouldn't. Shouting and screaming, he threw and smashed everything in his way including the precious vases, the glass cabinets, the important figurines that decorated his enormous room. Like it were just pieces of paper, the large canvases splattered with paint flew across the room over the broken shards of glass that covered his carpet. Rose closed her eyes, trying to make the sounds disappear.
"For goodness sake Rose!" He shouted. "I didn't want to hit you. You made me do it!"
Taken aback, Rose screamed, "I never begged you to slap me!"
"It's a common action." Cal said, cooling down. "I see my fiancé hollering about in the steerage with this man, what do you want me to do? You took your clothes off in front of him and what else, I dare say. What do you expect me to do? Laugh? Because if you want me to laugh, I will. This situation is so hopeless! I have never been so mad, so angry, so humiliated!" Cal paused. "Never been so hurt like this, Rose!" Cal walked away and slammed the door behind him leaving Rose who wiped a tear before it fell from her eye.

-

"What happened here, miss?" The maid gasped. She came up when she heard the door slam close.
"Milly, help me get dressed. How long have I been here?"
"Miss, only this morning. We all arrived here with you about 4 hours past."
"Please pack up everything that is mine and my mother's, yours too, we're leaving."
"But Madam's order is for me to ensure you stay here!"
"Milly! Please! You're my maid, follow me."
"Won't you inform Mr. Hockley?"
"No, also please ask someone to immediately clean this place once we've left."
"Right away, miss."
"Rose?" Ruth greeted the sight of her daughter with her maid coming down the stairs of the grand Hockley estate.
"Mother! You're just in time! Let's go, your things are already here."
"What on earth are you doing Rose?" Her mother said sternly.
"Mother, Cal told me we could go first. To our home before the wedding!"
"Milly?"
The maid nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"Well, we have to inform the Nathan Hockley first that we're leaving otherwise he may think us rude."
"Cal already told him mother. I want to go home."
"Well, you're certainly being agreeable now, Rose." Ruth said as she boarded the car back to the deWitt Bukater house.