Jack didn't get far, breaking down just around the next edge. His right hand moved to his head, which was hurting awfully again.

What was happening to him?

He instantly remembered Rose's words before going out, wishing now that he had listened to her. He looked round, trying to make out someone, whom he could ask for help. Now there was no talking about going to work today. Due to the time of day he didn't see anyone and slightly started to panic.

"My god…what's wrong with me…"

Jack Dawson was normally no one to be fearing anything, but now being out all alone, the sun just haven risen, a little bit dark outside still and with nobody in sight, with this strange sharp, stabbing pain coming up every once in a while – lately ever more often in fact – then disappearing, but leaving this void feeling after all - fear began to rise up in him.

Truly, Jack was terrified, more than he actually wanted to admit to himself.

His vision blurred again, while he was leaning against some wall.

Where was he even going?

'I think you work too much.'

Rose's angelic face appeared before his eyes, her concerned look reminding him how much he in fact must mean to her.

'You father is just worried about you.'

He recalled his father slapping him after breaking into that icy sea. Afterwards he had to stay in bed, not being able to go out anymore, while his friends were seldom allowed to visit him at all. Their parents feared that they might catch a cold too.

At least that's what they said on the outside.

'We'll hope that your son gets better soon.'

His mother had just smiled to that, not being able to tell them what she really thought.

What's more of course they were worried that Jack could talk them into doing something stupid as well.

All of a sudden he felt himself being lifted up from the ground, not really caring by whom, being dragged into some building, where he heard voices from people all around him, but saw no one.

His visions were blurred once again.

"It's a very bad case of influenza it seems…"

Some pairs of arms were laying him down on some bench.

'Mrs Dawson, I fear your son is severely ill…I…'

He had shut his mouth in time, but Jack's mother still knew – no answer is also an answer – sometimes the best even.

Jack thought that he heard someone laughing.

"I didn't think that it would be this soon."

A woman?

Dimly Jack opened his eyes, but there was nobody for him to be seen.

"You would guess that he wouldn't break down at the very first."

"Indeed."

There was some laugh again.

"I also expected him to be stronger."

Jack woke up with some man bending over him.

"Mr Dawson?"

Jack must've nodded, because the man continued speaking. He hadn't noticed so himself.

"I'm Dr Graven, Mr Dawson. I'm here to see, if everything is alright with you."

The doctor had gone outside with his mother and they were whispering, but through the open door Jack could hear her silent cries. When she came back into the room she had dried them and forced a smile, but Jack still knew what was going on.

'I told you not to go out.'

'I think you work too much.'

His own hand reached for his head, which was still somehow hurting albeit not as much as before.

'Yes, I think he could use some more.'

"Mr Dawson, can you hear me?"

The doctor?

Hadn't they been in a bar? He could've sworn that he had heard loud voices and the rustling of women's dresses, the clapping sounds of hands and someone playing the piano.

'Mrs Dawson, I'm so sorry…'

Back in the presence Jack managed to look at the person speaking to him.

"Thank god, you're awake. You know in your status…you could've…," he stopped himself not wanting to use the word. "You can be glad that Mr Lindsay found you and brought you home."

Mr Lindsay?

'I had expected him to be more…well robust.'

Hadn't there been two of them?

Wasn't there a woman too?

He felt a light shining through his eyelids and as he turned his head he could again hear someone speaking outside.

"I told him that he shouldn't go out."

Rose?

Her voice sounded both concerned and angry.

"Mr Dawson…Mr Dawson…?"

Jack looked at him, trying his best to steady himself. The doctor looked at him like one would look at some poor drunken alcoholic…which was…yes which was precisely what he must be looking like for everyone else.

"I expect you to stay in bed for a week."

A week?

But I can't…

However, he didn't have the strength to protest.

"I've given you some barbiturate for you to sleep."

Outside Jack thought that he heard someone crying again.

Rose?

Before he could make out anything else, he had drifted into a deep slumber.

When he heard a knock on the door, he immediately knew who it was.

"Come in," he shouted.

"Mr Lindsay? I didn't want to disturb you…"

"Why so formal? For you it's Roger, my dearest Lygia…"

Rose kindly overheard him calling her by that name again, knowing that she needed his help now. Having seen Jack today, she understand that something had to happen. They couldn't go on like this.

"I just…I want to ask, if your offer is still up?"

Roger smiled, ushering forward to take her hand.

"Of course it is."

"I…," Rose swallowed.

"You would like to make business with me?"

"Yes, in fact I do. I'd do whatever it takes to make Jack feel better and to get the diamond back." Rose was sure that these two were identical things. If Jack had the diamond back, he could save his friend and didn't have to worry anymore.

"I'm glad you're seeing it my way, my dear. But remember the conditions are mine too."

"I understand."

Rose gulped again.

"Can you believe that he really gave him what would only add to…?"

"Is it that surprising? He's a doctor after all, not some clairvoyant. How should he have own?"

Roger liked this woman. She was just as evil as he was, probably even more and she didn't give a damn about other people.

He stepped forward holding up his glass.

"I didn't think this plan would work out that well. Cheers to you, Mrs Pearson," he said.

"No, it should be – cheers to you, Mr Lindsay."

Both laughed evilly in unison, clinking their glasses.