My eyes opened to the light streaming in from the single window on the other side of the motel room. I opened my sleepy eyes and turned my head back slowly to see Jack peacefully sleeping. His gorgeous blonde locks swept over his closed eyes. He breathed slowly and gently, in a deep sleep. He was laying on his side to face me, and his arm was around my middle, keeping me safe and protected. I didn't want to wake him up, but at the same time I did since it was the start of the morning. Instead I just marveled, taking in that this wasn't a dream; he was here with me. Not dead, not laying in the ocean, not handcuffed to a pipe. We were safe and sound, away from the horrors of Titanic.

Soon his eyes fluttered open. He flipped his hair quickly before they opened completely, and when they did he smiled. He closed them again and kissed me, then opened them.

"Good morning, Rose."

"Good morning, Jack."

I laid my head on his chest and he stroked my hair.

"Did you have a good rest?"

"Yeah-because I was holding you." He kissed my hair. I blushed. "How about you?"

"Yes, me too; for the same reason."

After we kissed again Molly was knocking at the door.

"Alright you lovebirds, wake up! Breakfast is on me today-I found some money in my coats!"

"We're coming, Molly." Jack said tiredly, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Molly was surprised when we walked out of the room. Our hair was messy and our eyes were droopy, but we put on a smile and held each other's hand. Molly looked acceptable…I guess she took a shower and cleaned herself up beforehand.

"Alright, uh…you guys know we're going to be in the city, right?"

"Yup." Jack replied.

"In public. Where everyone gets to see your…"

"Appearance? Yes, Molly. We realized that." I said.

"Alright then." Molly said with a smile.

Molly took Jack's arm and led us around the crowded streets of the city. People did stare at us with either shock in their eyes or a loving look in their eyes as we passed them. I smiled and nodded, as it was what I was used to doing.

Molly took us to a small diner, where we all ordered something short and sweet. We weren't as hungry.

"Can you hand me that newspaper, Molly?" Jack asked.

"Sure, son."
Molly gave him the newspaper that was behind her and read the headline ahead of time.

"Titanic, Giant White Star Liner, Sinks After Collision With Iceberg on Her Maiden Voyage, and 1,800 Lives Are Reported Lost in World's Greatest Marine Disaster." Jack read aloud. He chuckled. "That's a pretty long headline."

"Yeah." Molly agreed with a smile.

I watched as Jack turned the page and gasped, nearly spilling his coffee all over the table.

"Everything okay, Jack?" I touched his arm.

His eyes just narrowed as he read the article, shaking his head and clenching his fists in the process. Molly and I were concerned. "What?" We kept asking. I was beginning to grow impatient; and I never get impatient with Jack.

Finally he spoke.

"The headline reads: 'Jack Dawson, a survivor of Titanic, is responsible for the murder of Caledon Hockley. Ruth DeWitt-Bukater Speaks.'" He punched the table and laid the newspaper out.

"I did nothing and she knows it!" He said, putting his hand on his forehead and squeezing his hand. He was mumbling incomprehensible words.

I moved closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me.

"It'll all be okay…"
"The police will be looking for me, Rose. They think I killed him. I didn't! I didn't, I didn't, I DIDN'T!" He was getting angrier by the second.

"Son, the police will find out you didn't kill Cal eventually but right now all everyone is focusing on is Titanic. They're not going to look for you just yet. Don't you worry."

She touched his hand and stroked it with her thumb.

"I told you." I said.
Jack smiled and moved his hand from his head. He kissed me.

Molly and I were wrong.