Two things were on Cal's mind right now – one was Clarissa and her upcoming wedding, the other one was Ruth. Why on earth didn't she contact him? She was supposed to be back since two weeks already, but aside from this strange note she had sent him once – there hadn't been one sign of her. Cal wasn't exactly fond of Ruth and it would be an overstatement to say that he missed her, but he was beginning to worry about her.

It wasn't like Ruth to just disappear and never to be heard off again. He started searching in his desk for the number Ruth had felt prior to her departure.

"Here, it is."

He grabbed the receiver dialling the number. Cal would've surely gone crazy, if he had seen the person, who was picking up the phone on the other side.

Luckily for Rose Cal didn't ask her about her name, but started with speaking himself.

"Hello, my name is Caledon Hockley, I live in Philadelphia…"

Rose had to stop herself from giggling. Cal's introduction of himself was just like she recalled it. Cal was usually very sure of himself, but on the telephone he always sounded like a ten-year-old. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize her voice.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for a…ahem," he cleared his throat. "…a friend of mine. Mrs Dewitt Bukater, Ruth Dewitt Bukater. She was staying here. Do you know where she is?"

Now Rose it's time for your acting skills. Practise is everything you know?

"Ah, no... Senora Dewissuketa isse niente estar," Rose said imitating the voice of a Spanish housewife mixing up several languages.

She could hear Cal sighning in frustration on the other line. Obviously he didn't know whom he was speaking to.

"Do you know maybe, Miss, where she is or when she's coming back?" he asked and when Rose didn't answer him he repeated it more slowly "When is Mrs…when is she coming back?" he was now stressing out every word clearly thinking that he was speaking to an idiot.

"No se Senore…," she told him hearing him sighing in annoyance.

When Cal had hung up, Rose couldn't stop herself from laughing. She could still do it.

Cal meanwhile had noticed something, but to Rose's fortune he couldn't place it.

"Strange," he mumbled after having hung down the receiver. "I could've sworn that…," he didn't finish the sentence discarding the idea as ridiculous and stupid.

It's just that Clarissa isn't calling you anymore, now you're imaging things and are hearing voices that aren't there.

If he was honest to himself he had to concede that it was missing her, but he couldn't bring himself to give her a call. No, she should phone him. Of course she didn't.

He stood up to get Fabrizio. Maybe he could call her.

…..

"What? No, I'm not going to tell your friend that you want her back, Mr Hockley. I'm not your nanny."

"I say you call her, now!" Cal shouted.

"And I said no!" Fabrizio screamed back. "You're acting like a child. Do you really think that this woman would want a coward as a husband?"

Cal glared at him. He and a coward – he was anything, but that. Still something in Fabrizio's words wasn't totally wrong.

"But I…," Cal stammered.

"What? Now, don't tell me that you've no idea how to talk to a woman? Whatever did you and Rose speak about the whole time?"

"In fact we didn't talk much, there was no need to," Cal explained obviously finding it perfectly natural.

Fabrizio solely nodded. He was beginning to understand. No wonder Rose had left Cal as soon as she had the chance to. A life with Cal must've been more than boring considering what he thought of having a conversation.

"Rose and I…she never realized what was really important to me," he carried on.

That's no wonder, since you most likely never told her.

What a quiet marriage that would've been!

"Did she even know your birthdate?" Fabrizio felt committed to ask.

"What?" Cal asked back seemingly having overheard it.

"Forget it. Anyway, Mr Hockley, if you want me to help you then you've to let me do it my way," Fabrizio told him.

Cal looked at him astonished.

"Hey, I'm Italian, remember? Shakespeare…Romeo and Julia? Why do you think the play is taking place in Verona? I can tell you everything you need to know about women and amore," he was speaking like of the Venetian gondoliers now trying to attract new customers.

An - now he has completely lost it - seemed to be readable on Cal's face, but Fabrizio wasn't going to lose heart.

"We, Italians, we don't just live the love we created it," he made a sign with his arm.

He thought that he could see a smile appearing on Cal's face, but it was quickly gone. Caledon Hockley didn't want anyone to think that he was a humorous character.

"What do you say?" he added in his normal tone of voice now.

Cal once again watched him suspiciously.

"I'm going to think about it," he answered very imprudent, before slamming the door behind him once more.

…..

"Who was it?"

Rose turned around at Roger's voice.

"Wrong number," she lied to him pondering, if she should've exposed herself to Cal.

After all he was the only one with the right amount of money, who could help her to find out the truth.

You're being stupid, Rose. Cal has taken Jack's friend hostage. He isn't going to support you in getting Jack back to life.

"What are you thinking about, Rose?"

"Mmmh…what…?" she hadn't even realized that she had been staring into space. "Just…Jack…"

Who else - he thought grimly, but outwardly he grinned at her.

Roger moved out his hand.

"Come on; sit down here beside me, Rose."

Reluctantly Rose followed his movement. He immediately put an arm around her back and she was forced to lay her head on his shoulder. Then she felt his arm on her still felt belly. He was sweating and smelling of cigarettes and Rose had trouble to remain seated quietly.

"I can't wait for this baby to be born, my darling. I've always wanted to have children of my own and I think that you and I make wonderful parents…," he said.

You and a wonderful parent, was this meant to be a joke? Jack would've been a wonderful parent – Rose thought sadly gulping down the tears.

"I have considered naming him, Jack. In honour of…"

Rose looked at him stunned and hurt, wanting to slap him, but stopped herself from doing so. She had never met anyone she loathed more than this man. He was speaking of Jack like he was already dead.

Furiously Rose jumped up.

"Jack is alive," she choked out angrily.

Yes, sadly he still is.

"...but you're speaking about him as if…as if…," oh those damn tears.

Why were they always coming in between at the least best time?

Roger realized that he had overdone it now. Carefully he reached out for Rose and gently took her into his arms. He couldn't care less about Jack, but he wanted his wife.

"Of course, Rose, I'm sorry," he said lying the best he could hoping she wouldn't recognize it.

"It's just that...I miss him so and I don't know how to live without him," she cried in his shirt.

"Shhh, it's alright...," he spoke softly patting Rose gently on her back, while in reality he wanted nothing more, but to hit Jack Dawson.

Rose sobbed for a few more minutes, before calmly herself down and telling Roger that she would go upstairs to sleep.