I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update, but I had so much else to do.

Hope there's still someone reading this.

Cal was chasing after Rose as fast as he could, but by the time he had reached the lobby looking around, he found that he had lost track of her.

"Excuse me Miss," he said walking up to the receptionist.

"Yes, Sir. How can I help you?"

"Have you see a woman with red hair…some age twenty…running out?"

"Sure, Sir, just a minute ago."

Damn it.

He had never known that Rose could run this fast. But then again he should've been truthful to her in the first place.

"Anything else, Sir?" she asked seeing his wandering state.

"No," he answered. "Thanks for your help."

How on earth should he find her now?

Rose could've gone everyone and Boston was by no means a small city. Slowly he walked upstairs again to get his coat. Clarissa was awaiting him.

"I'm sorry," she choked out and although Cal noticed that she meant it, he still was angry with her.

"That doesn't help anyone now," he growled.

"But, Cal…"

"Get out of my way."

"Cal, I really had no idea…"

He just ignored her walking past her and got out some money for a taxi. He really had no intention to be running around the streets like some common fellow.

Clarissa watched as he was putting on his coat.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked her voice sounding indifferent and at the same time caring. Even if she was her rival she surely didn't wish anything bad on Rose .

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know," Cal mumbled. "But you stay here. I don't plan on searching for you as well," he warned her looking at her warningly.

…..

Cal soon realized that there wouldn't be many places, where Rose could've gone. He told the driver to be going to the hospital. Surely Rose would turn to Jack for comfort now.

"We're here, Sir."

Cal hastily paid the driver giving him more extra tip than he usually would, but he couldn't waste any time.

"But, Sir," the driver shouted after him. "Surely you're mistaken…that's too much."

"Forget it," Cal said running of. "Buy yourself something."

"Well thanks, Sir, have a nice day."

…

Cal took no time to actually asked permission to see Jack. From being last here he still remembered where his room was. Now for sure with all the other dressed in nurses attire, while him in an expensive coat, this couldn't not unnoticed.

"Sir…"

"Sir, you can't…," he heard a nurse shouting after him, but was too quick for her to catch him. "Sir, you're not allowed up here. It's only for doctors and nurses."

Finally Cal had reached the right room coming to a halt.

"Doctor, please, tell him that he must leave."

It was the doctor, who had been treating Jack.

"Aren't you Mr Hockley?"

"Yes, I'm…," Cal nodded.

"But, Sir, doctor, he's not supposed to be…"

The doctor noticing Cal's distress mentioned for her to leave.

"I know, I'm going to deal with him."

"Sure, Sir…"

"Now what brings you here, Mr Hockley? I thought that you were staying with Mrs Dawson."

"Yes, I was but she...Has she by any chance been here?"

"Not after she left with you. I haven't seen her since then."

"Why? Did anything happen?"

Cal thought for a moment about what to tell him.

So she didn't go to her husband.

That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

Hell, why did women always have to act in the most illogical way?

"Mr Hockley, can I help you with something?" he noticed the doctor asking him.

"No," Cal shook his head wondering inside what he should do now.

"Maybe she's gone to Mr Lindsay," the doctor unexpectedly suggested.

Yes, maybe…

But of course she has.

Rose had always been on the drama side of life. Cal had realized that soon enough.

"You see, Mr Hockley, I know you shouldn't talk bad behind people's back, but to tell you the truth I don't have a very good feeling when I see her with him…he's always so…gloomy…"

Cal looked up at him his eyes motionless.

"He even was alone once with Mr Dawson. I didn't find out until later, but he surely must've told him something…well whatever, Mr Dawson was quite disturbed afterwards, if you know what I mean."

Cal nodded abstinently having a pretty good idea of what he had said. Surely it had had something to do with Rose. Ruth also hadn't spoken very kindly of this Mr Lindsay.

"Do you know where he lives?" Cal asked the doctor.

"Everybody here in Boston knows where he lives," he stated matter of fact.

…..

Rose had indeed run up to Roger Lindsay wanting for once and all to come to terms with him and sort things out. Putting her key in the hole she made her way inside.