Rose and Molly's boat picked up three other people out of the water, but not one of them was Cal, much to her disappointment. She sat back, letting someone else take of control her oar as hot tears poured from her eyes, certain that her fiancée had perished.

"Now, now, Rosie. Don't cry. I am sure that he's on another boat, safe and warm, and worried about ya," Molly tried to comfort her.

But there was no comfort to be had for Rose. If Cal was gone, her life would be over. All hope that she had for herself would be lost. She couldn't even believe how radically her feelings towards Cal had changed. She had hated her engagement to him. The very idea of becoming his wife had once sent her into hysterics. But now…after the past few days…when he actually proved that he cared about her and her needs. That he loved her…she wanted nothing more than to become his wife.

Rose didn't know how much time had passed since they picked up the last survivor out of the water. But she did know that she was relieved to see the Carpathia make its way towards them. The sight of the ship meant that this nightmare was finally over and she would finally find out what happened to Cal. She prayed that he was able to keep his promise.

It took a few hours to get all of the survivors on deck, but once they were, they were all wrapped in warm blankets and ushered inside, away from the chilly air. Rose sat with her mother and Madeline Astor. Neither of them spoke as they sat there, sipping steaming hot tea, wondering what was going to happen now.

Rose couldn't take her eyes off of the door leading outside. She couldn't stop watching the door, hoping for Cal to come strolling through the door, alive and happy and ready to go through with the wedding plans.

But he never did.

"Be lucky, Rose. At least you're not with child," Madeline said, her voice flat and emotionless, her eyes gleaming with tears.

Rose had to admit that she was jealous of Madeline. She may be a widow, but at least she was carrying JJ's child. She'll always have a piece of him with her. All Rose had were memories of a few short days and a year of wasted opportunities. She'd give anything to have Cal's child.

"Don't fret, dear. I am sure that JJ has something set up for you and the child. He's not like John, who left Rose and me with nothing," Ruth sipped at her tea.

Rose couldn't help but glare at her mother. Didn't she even care that Cal may not have made it? Was she not at all worried for his welfare? Really, she made Rose sick. Obviously, all she cared for was Cal's money. Not Cal himself.

"I can't sit here anymore," Rose got up and walked towards the door, wanting to get away from her mother before she slapped her.

"Rose, where are you going?"

"To search for Cal mother. At least one of us cares whether he survived or not," Rose glared at her mother before strolling out the door, leaving Ruth sitting there in shock.

Ignoring all the other survivors and passengers, Rose walked the decks of the Carpathia in search of Cal. She started in first class then worked her way down to steerage. Strangely, she did not find many Titanic survivors down there, which broke her heart. So many children dead. So many dreams, destroyed. It was very sad to think about.

She continued walking; searching each face, just to make sure that Cal hadn't somehow ended up in steerage. She was about to give up when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Rose! Rose!"

She turned her head to see Jack Dawson heading in her direction. She smiled, happy to see the heroic artist had indeed survived after all. At least that was some good news.

"Jack!" She ran up to him and gave him a warm hug. "Thank goodness you survived! So many haven't…"

"I'm glad to see you too, Rose," Jack laughed, hugging her back. "How is everything? How are you holding up?"

"Terrible. I can't find Cal and if he didn't make it…," Rose felt tears well up in her eyes, much to her embarrassment. She hated crying. It made her seem like one of those weak, decorative flowers that her mother was always trying to turn her into. "If I can't find him…"

"Come with me," was all Jack said, taking her hand and pulling her along, much to her surprise. This was rather inappropriate, but one thing she had learned about Jack Dawson was that he always had a reason for something, so she just followed him without question.

They climbed some stairs up to the second class deck of the ship and walked through a door labeled: Infirmary. A nurse with a stern face and steely gray eyes stepped in their path. A few brown strands of hair hung in her eyes, having fallen out of the tight bun she had her hair pulled in.

"What are you doing back in here? Not as strong as you thought, are you young man?" The nurse eyed Jack, who just rolled his eyes.

"This is Mr. Hockley's fiancée. I'm taking her to him," was Jack's sharp supply.

Disappointed the nurse jerked her head to the right. "Go on then. He's in a rather bad mood, so I wouldn't stay too long."

"Come on, Rose," Jack pulled Rose in the direction the nurse gave. She frowned confused by it all. But the confusion was soon cleared up at the sight of Cal lying on his back, bundled in tons of blankets. He was terribly pale, but he was alive!

"Cal!" She cried out, running to him, hot happy tears streaming down he cheeks, relief flowing through her like a river. He had kept his promise and survived! She wrapped he arms tightly around him, hugging him close. "Cal you're alive!"

Cal haplessly chuckled, still feeling the cold from the North Atlantic, yet warm at the same time, thanks to Rose's arms around him. .

"I promised that I would survive and I did."

"I know, I know…didn't stop me from being scared," Rose kissed his cheek before pulling away to address Jack. "Thank you for bringing me to him."

"Of course I'd bring you to him. He means a lot to you, not to mention him helping me and Fabri to survive. Wasn't for him, who knows what would have happened to us," Jack waved away the thanks.

"What happened?" She turned to Cal, wanting him to tell it. She was learning so much about the man that she was going to marry. She had to say that instead of dreading the coming nuptials, she was becoming more and more proud to become this man's wife.

"Oh it was nothing. They wouldn't accept a bribe, and they waited until the last minute to let men on and by that time our boat capsized and we had to sit on top of it…"

"Fabri and I were knocked off, but your fiancée here helped us back on and made sure we weren't knocked off again," Jack finished the explanation. "He saved our lives."

Rose hugged Cal again, this time beyond proud of him. "You're a hero, Cal."

"Dawson would have done the same," Cal shrugged, blushing at the praise. "I take it that we're even now. He saves my fiancée's life and I save him and his friend."

Jack just laughed. "Of course, we're even. Now I must be going. Fabri's probably wondering where I had gotten off to."

"Jack, thank you. For everything," Rose gave him an intense look, remembering the secret that they still shared. The real reason why he saved her that night that they had met. He had obviously told no one.

"No need to thank me, Rose. Just make each day count," Jack winked. He reached over and shook Cal's hand. "Take care."

"I will," Cal replied, giving Jack a nod. "You do so as well. Good-bye Dawson."

"So long," Jack waved, turning around and walking away.

Rose felt a little sad to see him go, but she also felt happy for having known him for such a short tie and the changes that his appearance in her life had made, mainly a kinder, more fun loving Caledon Hockley.

"We'll probably never see him again," Rose sighed.

"Just as well. He's a free spirit. He doesn't belong in our world, Rose," Cal kissed her cheek.

She turned he head and looked at him. "I don't think I do either, to be quite honest."

"Of course you do. We just have to stop being so rigid. Tell me a dream and I'll try my best to make it come true."

"What if your business associates disapprove or find that unbecoming of a tycoon's wife?"

"That is their problem, my dear. Not mine. If you want to go on an adventure, we'll go on one. If you want to be an actress or a dancer, you have my full support. I will not allow my business or anything else to stand in the way of your dreams, my dear..."

Rose smiled, happy tears filling her eyes. She had once thought that she was trapped in her mother's world and that had been the furthest thing from the truth. All she had to do was talk to Cal, tell him her dreams, and she had a partner in crime. She had someone that understood her and would help her and most of all, would love her. How had she been so blind all that time to who Cal truly was?

Well, no more. Jack Dawson had told her to make it count and that was exactly what she was going to do. After all, who knew what the next day would bring? Never again did she want to look back with regret. For now on, she wanted to look towards the future with optimism and hope and she could do that with Cal.

Looking into his eyes, she smiled. The sky really was the limit and she had this man to take the journey with her. She had never felt so lucky.