Author's Note: I don't like this chapter very much. It's just how I wrote it that I don't like… Ah, well. Sorry, all.

Reviews are still welcome and appreciated. :D

Disclaimer on Chapter One.

~Jillianna

The rest of the night was peaceful, and before Rose knew it, her mind was slowly coming to at the sound of the hotel's door slowly squeaking closed. She didn't open her eyes, but furrowed her brow as she felt something brush against her feet before feeling weight on her thighs, then stomach. Suddenly, she felt a pair of familiar hands on her shoulders and the taste of Jack's lips as he pressed them onto hers. For a moment, she thought she was still on the Carpathia.

Rose returned the kiss gratefully and allowed her eyes to lazily blink open as Jack pulled away. She was about to ask him where he'd gone when he broke into a grin that instantly silenced her. "Do you wanna leave New York?" he whispered and she sat up slightly, propping her body up on her elbows. "Sure… I mean, why not… What?" she shook her head, still frazzled from having had just woken up.

Jack's grin grew wider, if it was even possible. "I was just at the train station—they've got a train leaving in an hour that we're going to get on. So you need to get up now." Rose blinked twice. "Excuse me?" She sat up farther, pushing the covers down and looking around the room. Jack cocked his head, still looking at her as his eyebrows knitted together in mock frustration.

"We're gunna get on the next train outta here. I already bought the tickets. You just need to bathe and get dressed and then we'll be leaving." Rose looked at Jack entirely for the first time since she'd woken up. He was wearing the same ripped and tattered clothes he'd worn on the last night on Titanic. The buttons on his trousers were hanging on by the threads and one of the straps had been cut and the frayed fabric hung down to his knee.

"How'd you pay for the tickets?" she asked, finally throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing. Jack looked at the ground almost nervously and Rose couldn't tell if it was because she had asked him about his money or because she wore nothing more than a slip. "I still had ten dollars in my pocket," he whispered, and Rose grinned as she made her way across the room to the connected bathroom.

She stopped at the doorway, her hand on the doorframe and frowned at him. "Where are we going?" she asked and Jack only grinned. "Get ready. I'll wait here."

"You are the slowest person I've ever met!" Jack shouted as he hauled Rose to the train station, weaving in and out of the crowd on the sidewalk. Many stared at the odd pair running past them, but neither Jack nor Rose cared or noticed. "My feet hurt!" she called to him and he stopped instantly.

She was about to ask him what he was doing when she felt his arms wrap around her waist and he hoisted her into the air and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed loudly, causing several bystanders to stop and gape at them. Jack only ran faster.

Soon enough, though perhaps too soon in Rose's opinion, Jack placed her back on her feet and led her into the train station straight to the platform where a train was being loaded. "Tickets, please!" the conductor yelled in his booming voice, and Jack gratefully handed them over. The conductor smiled and nodded before tipping his hat and handing the tickets back.

"Enjoy the trip." Jack helped Rose aboard their berth and jumped in after her. "A berth? Where are we going that would take more than one night?" Jack sat on one of the beds, still not speaking. "A hint?" Rose pleaded, sitting next to him. Jack broke into another one of his famous grins. "You'll love it," was all he said.

Sorry if it's not that great. Read the next one. I promise it's better.

~Jillianna