(A/N: This is another rewrite of an old story, except this story had been finished by someone else that had taken down their half, leaving the story incomplete. So I decided to do a rewrite and finish the story on my own. This was also what I had been working on for nanowrimo, and now that's over, I have plenty of chapters to post:) So far, I like it better than the old version and feel that it's telling a better story. Hopefully you'll feel the say way too.)

Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin

June 15,1912

Rose wondered what she thought she was doing as she walked up to the boarding house with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. When she first had the idea of coming to this town, she knew what her purpose was. It was to feel closer to Jack somehow, the man that she had loved and lost in the sinking of Titanic. The pain of his loss followed her everywhere. She couldn't sleep without dreaming of him. She couldn't eat, without remembering that first class dinner. He was everywhere and everything and she was finding it difficult to keep the promise she had made to go on.

Maybe Jack had lead her here to find out more about him somehow. Maybe there was something that he had wanted her know. What that could be she didn't know, but she was here now with her precious cargo. Thinking of her baby, she placed a hand on her growing belly and rang the bell. She hoped that the landlady would let her stay. She knew that pregnancy was a big taboo, no matter from which class she was from and that it was likely that the landlady would rather kick her out onto the street than let her stay there once her pregnancy was more noticeable.

Rose remembered just how she had discovered her pregnancy. It had been a month after the sinking. She had gone out searching for a job and was in midst of an interview when she had felt lightheaded and ended up collapsing. The doctor had been called and the discovery had been made. She had been happy at first. She had a part of Jack growing inside her. She wasn't alone after all! Then reality had set in and she realized what a dire situation that she really was in. No one was going to hire a pregnant woman! Especially an unwed pregnant woman. So she had packed up and left for a place where no one would know her. Chippewa Falls.

"Hello?" A middle aged woman opened the door, looking at Rose with Suspicious eyes. Her eyes seemed to narrow when she noticed Rose's belly. There was only one reason women held their stomach's like that. "What can I do for you?"

Rose nervously smile, already seeing what she took as judgement in the woman's eyes. "Hello. I was wondering if you may happen to have a vacancy available?"

"You mean a room for rent? I suppose I do. Depends, though."

Rose frowned, already knowing why the depends was there. "Depends on what?"

"Where is your husband?"

Rose paused, wondering how to answer. She didn't want to lie. She had about enough of lying as she could handle, but she knew that if she told the truth, she could say goodbye to getting a room. "Sadly, I am a widow. He died in an accident...it's just me and my unborn child now."

The woman seemed embarrassed as her face reddened a little. "Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Well, we have a room for rent for five dollars a month. Can you handle that?"

Remembering the money that she had found in Cal's coat, along with the heart of the ocean necklace, Rose eagerly nodded. "Yes. That would be perfect."

"Okay then, come on in. We only have a few rules," the woman stepped to the side to let Rose inside. "Breakfast is at seven o'clock, lunch is at twelve, and dinner is at six. There is to be no smoking, drinking or loud noise of any kind unless you do have a baby, then that can't be helped. No men are allowed in your room unless you are married. If you have suitors, you may meet with them in the sitting room. Now follow me. I'll show you to your room."

Rose followed the woman up a flight of stairs and to the last room on the right. She looked inside the room as the woman opened the door to reveal a double bed with a white comforter with pink flowers stitched into the material. There was a vanity dresser on the right and a desk on the left and a closet on the wall opposite the bed. "This is your room. My name is Mrs. Bloom."

"I am Rose. Rose...Dawson," Rose had to force herself to say the name. She wasn't at all sure if she should use it, but there was no other name to use. She didn't dare use Dewitt Bukater in fear of Cal and her mother finding her.

Mrs. Bloom's brow furrowed as if she was trying to figure something out, but then she just shook her head and tsked at herself. "Must be a common name."

Rose felt her heart constrict, realizing that the woman must be thinking of Jack. Of course, this woman must have known him. He had grown up in Chippewa Falls of course. Maybe she could find out more about him. But that meant telling people about his untimely death, which she wasn't ready to share just yet. Misery did love company, but she still wanted to keep Jack to herself, only for a little while longer.

"I do ask you to keep your room clean. I will not be picking up after you. You will most likely meet everyone else at dinner tonight. Welcome to Chippewa Falls. I hope that you will enjoy your stay."

Rose watched her leave. Sighing, she sat down her duffle bag and sat down onto the waiting bed. She looked around the room, noting that it wasn't very big at all, but it was big enough for her and her baby.

How was she going to make a life here? Was she going to tell anyone about Jack? Maybe she shouldn't. Maybe she should leave Chippewa Falls before the baby was even born?

She felt a flash of annoyance as she fell back onto the bed, too exhausted to think about her next move. She just wanted to sleep and just forget for a while. Maybe after a few hours rest, everything will seem a lot clearer. With Jack on her mind, she fell asleep. Things will take care of themselves for now. Right now, she was somewhere warm and safe. All of her problems left for another day to figure out.

…..

The old Dawson place was dark and cool. If it weren't for the dark figure on the porch, one would think that the place was abandoned. But it wasn't. Jack Dawson stood on that porch, staring out at the horizon, his mind filled with the memories of the moments that he had shared with the most wonderful, most amazing woman that he had ever met. A woman that he considered to be the love of his life. A woman who will probably haunt him forever.

He sighed as he remembered the first time he had ever set eyes on her. She had been standing on the first class deck, staring off into the distance. She had looked so unhappy, like she had wanted to be anywhere but where she was. He hadn't even thought it possible to even talk to her back then. He just knew that she was impossibly beautiful, most likely the most beautiful girl that he had been lucky enough to sit eyes on. He had no illusions back then. She was obviously high society and he was on the lowest tier of civilization. She was out of reach and he didn't even hope to share a single word with her.

Then the impossible had happened. By some strange twist of fate, he had been the one to be in the right place at the right time to talk her out of ending her life. They had embarked on an adventure of a lifetime.

But that adventure was now over and Rose...she was gone. He couldn't even really say what had happened to her. When the shock of the freezing water closing over his head woke him up and by time he had fought his way to the surface, Rose was gone. She was nowhere to be found.

So he climbed onto the board where she had once laid and found something to row with and managed to make his way to the lifeboats. Once he was pulled onto a lifeboat, he was wrapped in a blanket as he fell unconscious.

He woke back up in the infirmary of the Carpathia. It took a few days of recovery, but when he was finally able to check the list of survivors, Rose's name had been nowhere in sight. It was later, when he had checked the list one last time that he found her name on the list of deceased passengers. His beautiful, strong, fiery Rose was no more. His heart broke at the realization. How could it not?

Once back in New York, he managed to find a job at one of the factories and raised enough money to get back to Chippewa Falls on. Ever since his arrival back into town, he kept to himself and stewed in his own grief. Nothing that his friends said or did was able to lift him out of the dark depression that he had fallen into. The only thing that would have made him happy was to have his Rose back in his arms again. But that was never going to happen.

The world, once bright and full of opportunities, was now a dark, sad place for Jack Dawson. He had lost his best friend and the love of his life. He was positive that he'll never be happy again.