In Rose's heart, laid a deep ocean of secrets, in which memories of Jack would forever flow between the waves. As she took her first step on the Carpathia, Rose felt as though all of her desires to live had gone down with the ship. Never in her life, did she imagine that one could feel so much sorrow and loss. She felt so terrible, that it surprised her how she was still able to continue living. Although, she knew that the reason was now laying on the ocean floor, with his handcuffs surrounding his wrists. His hair, moving gently with the water, and his eyes closed as if he was sleeping in peace. Rose missed the way that he kissed her; she missed the way that he laughed. She smiled at the thought of her stomach flipping when she heard his voice and her heart racing when his lips met hers. It amazed her how Jack had such an effect on her, with such simple gestures.

Nevertheless, no longer could his hands reach out to hers. No longer, could his arms hold her tight, and no longer could his eyes continue to look at her with such a passionate glow. A tear feel down Rose's cheek, which followed by a few more. She still felt frozen, but she knew it wasn't because of the water she had swum in. She regretted making that promise to Jack. She hated the thought of having to go through life knowing that he was gone. But somehow, she had to find a way. Rose knew she had to do this not only for Jack, but for herself.

Later that day, Rose was asked to identify herself. As soon as she was asked, she knew exactly what to answer. "Dawson. Rose Dawson," Rose replied with a warm heart. If Jack would have survived, she certainly would have married him. If she kept his name, then at least a little part of him would continue to live.

Later on, she was giving a small room on the ship, next to other 3rd class people. Rose decided that that was now where she belonged. She had it set in her mind that she would never want to see Cal again. She despised him, not only because he had tried to kill Jack, but because she knew that if he would find her, he would have, once again, "won". Jack was dea…, and she had no intention of letting Cal get any pride out of the whole situation.

That afternoon, Rose gently stepped into the corridor where her room was. Her heart quivered at the sight of the sobbing people everywhere she looked. Children looked confused as mothers prayed in tears, not looking any better then when the ship was in the mists of sinking. The only difference is that it more silent. But that silence made it no less chaotic then the screams Rose had heard during the sinking of Titanic. The silence represented the lost of loved ones and loneliness.

Rose couldn't take it anymore. Her heart accelerated to the rhythm of her steps, until she was running. She ran as fast as she could until she reached her room, and then quickly closed the door behind her. Rose took of Cal's coat, dropping on her bed trying to catch her breath. She didn't even know what to think anymore since her heart was filled with so many different emotions that she hated. All she knew, was the tears were now crawling down her face. She needed to cry, even though she had promised herself to be strong for Jack. Following that thought, Rose let out a sob and burst into heartbreaking tears. Rage started invading her as she cried even louder. But between her sobs and tears, memories started to replace her rage and sadness. Once she had cried so much that she couldn't cry anymore, Rose sat on her bed looking through her window to see the sunset. Not even noticing the sunset, Rose stared at the window, almost feeling Jack's hands softly taking her by her waist. The soft memories of the most passionate moments between Jack and her came back. She felt a bit better after crying her eyes out, and decided to go take a walk on the ship.

Rose knew she had to be careful so that her family and Cal wouldn't see her, which is why she stayed near the 3rd class people. Unfortunately, she got caught. Rose felt a hand on her shoulder and gasped at the thought of who it might be…