Ruth and Ella had sat down in a small cafe, enjoying the shafts of sunlight. Much to Ella's relief she had managed for her governess, Grace, to stay home.

'Mrs Dewitt Bukater is with me.'

Lettice gladly trusted Ruth enough to let them go alone.

Both had been visiting town hall and the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum again, both very much content with each other's company. Ella reminded Ruth a little bit of her daughter, while Ella was dying to know, if Ruth could tell her something about her mother.

Lettice had once mentioned that the three of them were quite good friends while younger. Ella's childhood wasn't exactly what one would call happy so to say.

A waitress came and brought them the two cappuccinos they had ordered.

"Anything else?"

Ruth shook her head.

Ella's gaze wandered around the room. She found Boston nice so far, it was certainly something different from what she used to in her youth. Her grandparents, whom she had grown up with, had lived in the outskirts of Colorado and didn't have much connect with high society. Ella had never known why, until she heard of the scandal concerning her birth.

"You seem to be deep in thoughts," Ruth stated.

Ella looked at her with eyes emptily. Jack had told her how formal and stiff Ruth Dewitt Bukater was, how she hadn't cared much about anything but money.

'She was as austere as can be – like an ice block.'

Now, Ella found Ruth quite nice and a good companion to spend the day with, not like an ice block at all. Also certainly Jack had been biased by Rose and second for sure Ruth had changed since the sinking. Ella couldn't tell, which was more, having never met her before.

"Are you thinking about your wedding?"

Ella mumbled something, only she could understand.

Ruth found her a bit too quiet and reserved for someone, who was having a wedding in a few days. Lettice had shown her the wedding dress – indeed a master piece and worth a fortune – it would fit Ella perfectly.

"I can imagine how excited and nervous you must be until the great day will finally be up," Ruth smiled at her.

"Mmh…?" her voice was tired. "Yes…sure," she stammered, not paying any real attention.

Ruth waved for the waitress requiring another coffee.

Sadly Ruth Dewitt Bukater wasn't that good about talking to people. She had only ever learned how to contract useless small talk, something that didn't prove to be of much help now.

Lettice had written her many letters about the wedding, begging her to come. Finally Ruth had decided she would, at least she'd get some distraction from her daughter's death.

But instead of finding a happy bride, she was drawn back into time again. Certainly Lettice's view on this marriage and Ella's couldn't be further apart.

"I really like to spend time with you," Ruth said to her, not having the slightest idea how to start a conversation with her.

In the museum Ella had pointed out all kind of facts about the paintings and artists, Ruth wondering, where she gotten that knowledge from.

'I had a good teacher.'

Ruth didn't need to know his name, however.

Though Ella couldn't know it, Ruth Dewitt Bukater had not been that relaxed in a long time most possible never.

"I'm sorry," Ella shot out after a while.

Ruth looked at her bewildered.

"It must be hard for you…everything I mean…with your daughter dead and…," Ella felt bad, despite knowing that it wasn't her fault. "I feel like I don't have the right to be happy with you…," she added.

"No, please, you can. It's your life."

Both hated the awkward silence, but either had the guts to asked the other one the questions; they were dying to hear the answer too. Ruth had never been that close to her own daughter, which she now realized. She had always avoided that mother-daughter-talk kind of thing out of fear that she might hear some grave news.

Ruth had very much lived the life of a mole so far, simply going into hiding, whenever troubles were about to come up. Was the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over – had been her motto for long. That is until after the heart wrenching Titanic experience.

"I've seen your wedding dress. It's beautiful," Ruth spoke once more, hoping to ease the situation.

"Yes, it is," Ella only answered.

Both were aware that they were not telling each other what they really wanted.

Should I tell her about her daughter?

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Ruth told her.

"I…now please don't get this the wrong way, alright?"

"I won't, I promise…"

"What was your daughter like?" she burst out. "I mean…like as…"

"You mean as a person?"

Ella nodded.

I could just ask her a few questions, before telling her.

And also about the wedding…

"She was a lot like you. In fact I think you would've become good friends. Rose was a beautiful girl and quite talented, especially when it came to acting skills," Ruth got out half sad half laughing.

In short Ella found her answer too formal and facile – in truth it was clear that Ruth hadn't known anything about her own daughter. She was just telling her things, anybody would've been able to reveal about Rose. Ruth must've realized this as well, as she quickly changed the subject.

"But we shouldn't dwell on the past. I'm sure you're bored to death already. Come on tell me more about your wedding," she smiled at her. "How did you and Mr Lindsay meet for instance?"

Ella watched her perplexed, sure that she already knew.

"At a ball…"

"Just like Rose and Mr Hockley did…"

For a moment Ella again thought about telling her, after hearing the sadness in her voice, but then decided against it. Rose should've the right to decide for herself.

The minutes slowly passed by.

"Special Edition! Special Edition! Millionaire Caledon Hockley gives first interview after Titanic disaster!" they heard a boy announce.

Ella thought that Ruth would want to go now, but instead she saw her signalling to the newsboy.

"Ah, madam, I see you want to buy one," he said. "It's three pence..."

Ruth handed him the money, observing him carefully. He looked quite familiar.

Suddenly she knew where she had seen him before.

"You were the nice boy, who helped me carry my bags at the train station," she told him.

"Why yes…madam…sorry I didn't recognize you!" he grinned.

He had that boyish, cocky attire that she remembered from this boy on Titanic. Whatever his name was…

"Freddie, right?"

"Yes, madam…"

"I can see you've come a long way since we last met. Kind of established yourself?" she grinned at him.

"Yes, madam, I got a real job for once…anyway it was nice meeting you again…sorry I have to go now…"

"Sure…wait…," she handed him a piece of paper. "That's the place, where I'm currently staying…and here on the other side is my permanent address in Philadelphia. I would love to see you again," she explained.

The boy's eyes grew wide in surprise and gratitude, laughing once more.

"Thank you, madam…I could never possible…"

"It's alright…just drop in on, when you need anything," she added her face stern again.

Once he was gone, Ella turned her head to her in bewilderment.

"I can't believe, I've done that," Ruth announced more to herself than to Ella.

Ella could tell that she taken a real liking in him.

Maybe she wants to do good now, what she had gotten wrong with her daughter?

Rose couldn't believe what she was reading, her eyes staring at the paper in disbelieve.

Jack and she had gone into the park again, finding it very cosy here. At this time of day – in the early morning – there weren't much people around.

Jack was glad that Lettice hadn't asked him question, of where he was going.

"That's so typically Cal," Rose announced interrupting his thoughts.

As much as they both said that there weren't interested in the Titanic anymore and Cal – curiosity had finally gotten the best of them and they had brought the newspaper just to read the interview with him – ironically from the same boy Ruth had.

"What?"

"Here, read – it's about Cal's experience of the sinking or better say his dream about it," Rose told him handing Jack the newspaper.

"…I've for sure never been through anything like that…tried to save my fiancée, but unfortunately fate had other plans…questioned of how he survived Mr Hockley stated: I've been lucky enough to get into a lifeboat in time…," Jack said after skimming through the first part of the article.

It was much ado about nothing – like Shakespeare would've said.

It went on with Cal talking about his feelings: "I was so shocked, when I realized that my beloved Rose was indeed dead. I had heard the desperate cries for help in the water, but as much as I wanted to…I couldn't save them…it makes me sick, when I think of all the poor passengers especially in Third Class, who hadn't any chance of surviving," Jack read on wanting to laugh about all this nonsense.

"As if he knew what having feelings even is. There's nothing of him shooting at us or the evil coward he was," Rose was furious.

Jack shook his head moving her closer to him, kissing her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

He was angry too with Cal and with all the others, the stupid captain, Ismay…even with Mr Andrews for not constructing a more stable ship…

However, leave it to Hockley of how to do it, but he certainly knew how to represent himself in the best way possible in front of others.

I've got to give him credit for that – thought Jack.

"Like he always wins," Jack blankly got out, startling Rose.

"What are you talking about?" she looked up at him perplexed.

"Just something he once told me. It's nothing important."

Rose watched him suspiciously.

"Jack, don't you want to tell me something?" she asked after a while.

He had been awfully silent the whole day.

Jack sighed, knowing that now was the time for it.

"Alright yes…indeed I've to explain something to you," he began.

Rose was sitting up more, sensing that it was something important.

"As much as I want to forget everything about Hockley, there something that's preventing me from doing it," Jack told her not looking at her, but at a squirrel on the tree in front of them.

"Jack, what…?" she was stroking his arm now, like he always did for her, when she was feeling bad.

Jack turned his eyes to face her.

"Fabrizio and I…I…we wanted to save you, so be drove to Philadelphia, but get you out of the hands of him again. However, you weren't there. But he was. In short he's been holding Fabrizio prisoner ever since, telling me that he'd killed him, if I didn't bring him the diamond," Jack told her in rush of words, but relieved that he had finally done it.

To his own surprise indeed, he had remained totally calm throughout.

Rose didn't know how to react at first.

Not that she hadn't awaited this from Cal...

"Rose?" Jack wondered when he heard no reaction. "Say something please," he was quite unsure now.

"You really spent your last money just to…? You broke into Satan's own home to save me?" her eyes where glistering, happy, tears of joy dwelling up.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" he raised his eyebrow in disbelieve. "When I couldn't find you on the Carpathia I had to..."

Before Jack could get further, Rose had thrown her arms around him.

"I love you so much, Jack Dawson," she shouted out, while she kissed him.

Jack grinned back at her, but still unsure.

"What about Cal? The diamond…?"

Rose thought for a moment.

"I'm going to Mrs Pearson and tell her that it's mine. She has got to give it back."

"No, you won't," Jack told her sound and sternly. "I forbid it."

Rose looked at him stunned. Jack wasn't the man to give instructions.

"She's a dangerous woman. I don't want to see you anywhere near her," he added. "There must be some other way to get the diamond back."

Jack hadn't met many people like her in his life, who were in fact much more than Cal – displaying the absolute evil. He had been shocked, when looking in her devil-like eyes.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure you'll find one," Rose said. "Fabrizio is lucky to have a friend like you."

Jack didn't answer her, but simply gave her a kiss on her forehead again.

"Thanks for being there for me," he told her silently.

How can I not with you always being there for me?

With seemingly everything out now, they couldn't have been happier and more at ease.

Unbeknownst to them however, they hadn't been alone.