Beaming, I clutched onto Jack's hand as we stood in front of the ticket counter, ready to turn in our tickets. Molly followed behind us closely, laughing. "We have three tickets to Texas." Jack said. Molly laughed. "Austin, Texas." She clarified. Jack and I looked at each other and smiled. We didn't really mind the way the man behind the ticket counter was looking at us. He clearly saw us as gutter rats-the way Cal saw Jack when we were on the Titanic. I could sort of understand why. We hadn't had a shower in about a week, so my curly hair was matty. I could have cared less, though.

Molly got us in and out of the line fast so that we wouldn't notice the people staring at us. We did, but weren't bothered.

"Which train, Molly?" Jack asked, grabbing my hand.

"Looks like train number…#856.."

Molly couldn't finish her sentence before Jack and I started running. Molly kept laughing behind us but we bolted throughout the crowds of people to get to our train. We laughed and ran, still keeping clutch on each other's hands. It reminded me of when we were running away from Mr. Lovejoy…it made me laugh harder thinking about it.

"Here it is! Train 856!" Jack said, excited. He cleared his throat and took a step on the train, playfully holding his head up and held his hand out.

"Miss," He said, offering me to take his hand.

When I took it, I said "with pleasure."

He kissed me and we took our seats. Molly got on board about thirty minutes after we did, going through inspection and everything. It was funny that Jack and I got away with it.

"Looks like I'll sit behind you two lovebirds." Molly said with another smile. We smiled and I laid my head on Jack's shoulder, looking down at our fingers and playing with them.

Soon the train started moving.

"Jack," I said.

"Hm?"

"I'm kind of nervous."
"I understand. Don't worry. You're with me. It'll be okay."

I looked up in his crystal blue eyes and he kissed me.

We sat in silence for an hour since Jack fell asleep. I laid my head on his chest, feeling his chest move up and down rhythmically, his breathing slow but deep. It was so peaceful and so calm.

"He sleepin' up there, Rose?" Molly whispered.

"Yeah." I said.

"Lemme tell you something." Molly said, moving closer to the gap in between her seat behind us and my seat. I turned around to face her.

"What is it?"

"I never liked Cal."

I laughed. "Go on."

She smiled. "Seriously, I felt terrible for you. He was a terrible person! As soon as I saw Jack that afternoon before he had dinner with us, I was hoping he'd get closer to you."

I smiled. My heart filled with happiness and satisfaction.

"And look at where we are."
"Yes. Look at where you are." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"I heard your conversation up there. He was right. As long as you're together, you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Molly." I said.

"You're welcome, sweetpea." She smiled.