When Cal came home Clarissa was furiously awaiting him. At first she had considered to leave without saying a word, but then had changed her mind. Cal needed to be shown that he couldn't play Ping-Pong with her feelings. So when Cal opened the door, barely having gotten rid of his coat, he was met with the first plate.

It was followed by two more, before Cal finally got a chance to look up at who was shooting at him.

"Clarissa?" he ducked as yet another plate was thrown towards him.

"You bastard!"

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you like the clothes I bought you?" Cal asked quite bewildered.

The floor was already covered in shards and Cal had trouble not to tumble into one.

"Could you at least use low-priced porcelain?" he really had no idea what was suddenly the trouble with her.

This comment made her even angrier.

"That's the only thing you ever care about, right – money. You believe that cash can buy anything, but I'm not like this. I can't be bought," she hissed.

Cal had moved behind a desk about to hide from her should she try something again, luckily she made no further attempt. Still she wasn't any calmer.

"No, of course, I never said that," Cal tried to reason with her, but not too much avail.

"You're such a sleazebag and a liar!" this outburst was followed by another plate. "You think that you're god himself, don't you? That you can do anything to people."

Cal had stood up again, now more than confused.

"Clarissa, please, enlighten me. Tell me why you're suddenly so annoyed."

She had returned only yesterday and then he had gone to meet some friend, having left her alone with Fabrizio, but of course not revealing to her anything about his presence. He didn't remember her being angry, when he had left.

"Suddenly?" she shouted.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can get over with it."

"This is not some minor mistake you made. You lied to me, you bastard; you told me that she was dead."

Cal was totally stunned, having no clue what she was talking about.

"Who should be dead?" Cal raised his eyebrows.

"Your fiancée, she called you yesterday. She wanted to speak with you. Sadly for you it was me who answered the telephone or else your shame might've gone unnoticed."

"Rose?" Cal asked perplexed, sitting down.

It couldn't be. Still he couldn't recall any other bride he ever had.

"Do you've any other fiancée that I don't know of?" she wanted to know furiously.

"But she's dead."

"I thought this too, but on the phone she sounded very much alive."

The phone call some days ago was now coming back to Cal's mind. This strange Spanish woman and her familiar sounding voice –which he hadn't been able to detect until now – could it have been Rose? Had she survived the sinking after all? But if she had, why on earth would she give him a ring just now?

Cal remembered clearly how she had spat in his face and told him that she would rather be Dawson's whore than his wife and how she had jumped back onto the ship, how he had found her kissing in his arms.

No, this made no sense at all. Surely this woman just had a wanton imagination and had probably seen Rose's obituary in the paper, now wanting to make out the most of it. If any, it was disgusting and shameful.

"Rose perished in the sinking," he said, but his voice didn't sound very convincing.

"Cal, for once, please don't be such a weakling and answer accurately."

He got up remembering something. Fabrizio had spoken to the girl as well and surely he could persuade Clarissa that her assumption was total nonsense.

"Where are you going now? Are you running away again?"

"I'll be back in a minute."

She didn't have to wonder long as Cal returned only moments later with Fabrizio.

"This is Fabrizio, Fabrizio this is Clarissa."

"I know, who she is," he grumbled.

What had Cal done wrong now? He just wanted to spend one day in this house, where he be left in peace. No surprise that Ruth had decided not to reappear at all. She had seemingly had enough of Cal as well.

"So, Cal, who is your friend, someone, who knows your fiancée I presume?" her tone of voice was belittling again.

Clarissa though had recognized by now that Fabrizio wasn't a friend of Cal's.

Did Cal have any friends at all?

"Rose?" Fabrizio marvelled.

"Yes, indeed, he is or better he was, as Rose we all know that Rose is dead," he turned to Fabrizio, while explaining everything to Clarissa. "Please, Fabrizio, Clarissa has set her mind on the fact that Rose is alive and that she has wanted to speak to me yesterday. Tell her how ridiculous that is."

Cal was sure that he would now hear what he wanted to.

"I…in fact…," the voice of this woman, being cut short, was back in his mind. "Maybe Rose…"

"Fabrizio we both know that Rose didn't survive the sinking. I mean I've double checked the survivors list…"

Indeed that was something he hadn't thought of before. Jack and he hadn't found her name on it either. But then again, who said that they had ever accounted everyone? Maybe Rose's name had just slipped through them.

Still the voice of this Spanish woman…

"Come on, Fabrizio, don't be such a coward…"

He has to say that of all people, while he can't even handle his own girlfriend.

"Actually, I think that your friend here could be right."

"What?"

"See I told you so."

Cal shot him an – are you totally mad – look, while Clarissa happily nodded towards him.

"Don't you remember, when you ask me to call this Spanish woman?"

Cal nodded slightly.

"Well, I do believe…now of course I can't be sure, but it could be that it was in fact Rose."

"But you said that the phone call was interrupted."

"It was yes. However, before this I heard a voice choking out something like Fab. Now, I'm sure you understand, Mr Hockley, that someone else but Rose wouldn't know my name just so easily."

Clarissa's eyes glistered in triumph.

"Right that must it be."

"I'm certain however, that Mr Hockley here really had no idea that she's still alive, if it really should be her," Fabrizio said towards Clarissa. "Whatever explanation there is for everything, Rose surely doesn't want anything to do anymore with him."

"And why did she call him then?"

That was a very good question, one that Fabrizio didn't have an answer too.

"We could call her again and ask…"

Cal having been thinking had had enough. This Rose-person was making his life a living hell, even with being dead. She really had talent for this.

"Clarissa pack up some things, we're going to Boston."

It wasn't just Rose, it was Ruth too. Something told Cal that there was something awfully wrong.

"But…," she protested.

"You two, both of you, are ready in an hour," with that said he left the room.

Fabrizio and Clarissa looked at each other chuckling with their shoulders. Somehow Clarissa wondered, if Cal had still feelings for Rose, while Fabrizio would welcome the idea of her being alive very much.