His lips were on hers. He tasted like rain and cigarettes—in a good way, though… If there was possibly a good way to taste cigarettes mixed with rain, he was it. She felt one of his hands slide from her neck down to her lower back, the other hand sliding from her pale cheek to her vibrantly colored mess of hair. She felt her hands on his neck, felt his soft skin. He was cold. Too cold.

Trying to ignore his dropping temperature, she tried to focus on his taste… His wonderful, wonderful taste…

Suddenly, her eyes were open. He was dead. His eyes were closed gently and his lips were blue. His skin was a pasty white. She screamed. Or at least tried to. All her breath was sucked out of her lungs. She clawed at his neck, trying to pull her lips from his so she could breath. It was no use and soon, her sight blacked out, the feeling faded and the taste was gone.

Was she dead? Far from it.

Or maybe she was. Now, at least, she was in Heaven…

She felt his hot body press against her skin and she shuddered out of pure contentment. His skin felt so wonderful on hers. His lips were on hers again and this time, when she saw his face, it was beautiful. He wasn't dead. He was living and breathing and smiling at her through his eyes and laughing with her through their kiss.

And then his voice was in her ear.

Rose…Rose, Rose, Rose… You're alive…

Cal looked around at all of the broken souls that surrounded him. In reality, those in third class didn't look that much different than those in first. They were all broken, all hurting, all missing someone. Despite everything around him, though, he felt that he was broken more than all the others. His pain was the worst—He missed her the most.

Rose. He had trouble swallowing as his eyes scanned all of the bodies. There weren't that many who had lived… Perhaps Rose was one of them?

A flash of red caught his attention. "Rose?" he called, pushing past several others to get to her. She was lying on a bench, her face covered by her hands. "Rose, Rose, Rose!" He next to her now, his body hovering over her frail figure. "You're alive…" he breathed, crouching down next to her, "You're…"

She shifted, removing her hand from her dirt streaked face. A small smiled crept onto her lips as she tilted her face towards the sun. "I love you," she mouthed, the words not even a whisper. Cal began to reply, tell her how happy he was that she was alive and okay when she spoke again. "You should kiss me like that more often…" and then she showed him her teeth in a grin.

And Cal knew she wasn't talking to him.

"Sweetpea?" he sang through clenched teeth, trying unsuccessfully to mask his anger. "Darling, wake up, now." Rose's lips closed and her smile vanished. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and rolled onto her stomach. The thick coat hampered her movements to some extent, but she still managed to get her arms in front of her face.

"Go away," she croaked into her arms. "Leave me alone." Cal harshly clapped his hand onto her shoulder, about to rip her arms away from her face, when he realized that violence had been getting him nowhere. When she was this defiant, at least. He had to break down her guard before he tried anything too rash.

"Sweetpea, you just wait right here, okay? I'm going to go and get you a nice warm cup of tea." Rose blinked hard into her sleeves, trying to stop to inevitable tears. "I don't want tea. Please go away."

His fist tightened involuntarily, but this time he managed to mask his voice and put on a gentle, caring tone. "Just wait here… I'll be right back." He left here there lying on the bench alone. And she began to cry.

Rose would do whatever it took to stay away from Cal and make Jack's death worthwhile. He had died for her, hadn't he? So she could live the life she wanted, right? A small smile crept onto her lips as she closed her eyes, remembering him.

Suddenly, Cal's hand was on the back of her head. As a gut reaction to get rid of him, she screamed. Loudly.