Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile-been busy. With school ya know. I wouldn't have had this chapter up tonight if I wasn't incredibly bored and waiting for 40 minutes for Saturday Night Live to come on!:) haha. Enjoy. :) r&r plz

I only gasped as a few police officers passed by our booth at the restaurant, scared deep inside that they really were going to hurt Jack, that my mother really was as cruel and worthless as she seemed. They passed right by us and Jack put his hand on my shoulder.

"You really are scared for me anyway, aren't you sweetheart?" Jack said, his lips brushing my cheek.

"I guess I am." I said doubtfully.

"Well I'll be fine. You and Molly are right. I have nothing to be afraid about." Jack put his arm around me and put his hand on the side of my head. He pulled it to lay on his shoulder.

Looking at Molly, she just smiled sweetly. I knew she was down since her husband had died in the sinking. I lifted my head and patted her shoulder.

We all looked up after being startled by hearing someone clearing their throat. It was a man with a notepad and a policeman's uniform. Our skin turned pale when the man turned to Jack.

"Are you a Mister Jack Dawson?"

Molly and I turned to Jack with a sympathetically but concerned and scared look.

Jack looked back at us, not knowing what to say.

"Uhh, no. My name is Thomas Aldwin. You must have been confused with the man over there." He pointed away from the table while Molly and I hid our laughter.

"Listen, I shouldn't have asked. You are Jack Dawson and I want to ask you some questions."

My blood ran cold.

"How do you know who he is?" Molly asked with a stern look.

He chuckled. "How do I know?" He took off his hat and smiled.

"Hello, Rose. Molly." Our eyes widened.

It was Mr. Ismay.

"What are you doing here?" I asked stupidly. I had no idea what else I was supposed to say.

He spoke in a low whisper when he replied. "Look. I have no right to get in the way of you and Mr. Dawson's relationship…"

"That's right!" Molly said.

Mr. Ismay shot Molly an annoyed look, then continued. "I have nothing against you. Ms. Dewitt Bukater asked me to do this. I know you didn't do anything to Mr. Hockley so I'm just going to pretend like I'm going to arrest you. Okay?"

Confused, we did what he said. Afterwards, he said 'thank you.' And walked away.

We had some small-talk about how weird that was after he walked away, and then another policeman came up to us again.

"Mr. Ismay, you've played enough foolish with us." Molly said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm not Mr. Ismay. The Ismay you are talking about just turned you in." He pointed to Jack.

Before we could even realize it the policeman snapped the metal cuffs onto Jack's wrists.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

Molly put her finger to her lips and gave me a look that said 'everything's going to be okay.' But I knew nothing was.

I kept yelling and screaming.

"Jack! Don't take him away! He did nothing! Cal killed himself! He did nothing!" Yelling was no use. I hid my face in Molly's shoulder and cried while Jack was being carried off into who-knows where. I heard his shouts and screams coming from outside. As soon as I heard the door shut and the sirens sounding, I cried more.

They took away my Jack.