Rose stood on the Pier in Santa Monica looking out into the ocean. It was a glorious sunrise, reminding her of the one she had seen a year earlier in the lifeboat, the day after Titanic sank. 'One year ago today Jack Dawson died in the freezing Atlantic Ocean, and Rose Dawson was born out of that same freezing water,' she thought.

"I promise I will never let go," she whispered, as tears started to slide down her cheeks.

It had been quite a year for her. She had traveled abroad and in the United States, taking pictures wherever she went. She had the need to always have a picture of everything she did and experienced. It was as if her memory wasn't good enough. Even she could not believe the amazing things she had done. The original "Indoor Girl" even went fishing in the rivers of Africa. When she returned to New York City, the day after tomorrow, Allan was going to teach her to fly an airplane. She had kept her word to him also and always let him know where she was. Not because she needed the paycheck so much, but because she knew he worried about her.

She had even visited Lake Wissota in Chippewa Falls, but it did not meet her expectations. Her disappointment was not in the town itself, but because Jack had not spoken to her there. She had not heard from him since the night in her apartment when he had told her he was going to have to take a step back. She had thought if ever he would communicate with her, it would be in his home town, but his words had not come.

He was always near though. Rose could still feel his presence; it was just that he let her handle things a bit more independently. Their souls were still intertwined, and he was always very much safe in her heart. She had understood why he had become silent. In fact, she had wanted him to. Rose simply wanted to hear his voice in her soul again.

'Today is a very special day and I have something very important to do. It is not a day to grieve,' she thought as she wiped her tears from her eyes and headed toward the beach.

It turned out to be the best day she had ever had, aside from her days on the Titanic with Jack. She drank cheap beer until she was giddy. She rode the rollercoaster till she threw up. She figured the man operating the rollercoaster thought her to be nuts, but she didn't care; this was her day with Jack and nothing would ruin it.

The best part of the day was yet to come. She had rented a horse at the pier. She had no idea how to ride horse, especially "like a man;" but then, she had no idea how to do a lot of the things she had done over the past year. Whenever she had started to panic she always thought quietly, "you're here, there is nothing I fear." It always gave her the courage to do what needed to be done.

Acting like she had ridden horses her whole life, Rose climbed up on the horse, one leg on each side, and started galloping down the beach towards the surf. The wind blew her long hair back behind her and she felt completely free.

The year had not been so kind to Jack. Stepping back from Rose had proven to be the hardest thing he had ever done.'It was easier dying for her than doing this,' he had thought. Many a time he had wanted so badly to speak to her. Especially when she had gone to Chippewa Falls. He had hovered right next to her as she looked out at Lake Wissota.

"So this is where you went ice fishing,"he had heard her whisper.

He wanted to reply but he knew he mustn't. She had looked so beautiful, he could almost have reached out and touched her face. 'ALMOST,' he thought bitterly.

Tears fell down his face as he watched her ride on the beach. 'You're making it count,' he thought as he softly sobbed.

Rose stopped the horse abruptly on the beach right in front of the rollercoaster. At last, she heard him in her soul again. He was very near.

Jack had slipped and let his guard down and now she had heard him.

Jack was hovering right behind her on the horse. He yearned for her to feel his presence physically as well as spiritually. Then, by the power of their love for each other, Rose felt his arms encircle her waist. She leaned back into his chest and the safety and security of his loving arms. She felt his rough hands on top of hers.

Jack could feel her warm body and he pulled her closer to him. He could smell her sweet scent and her hair against his face.

"I love you, Jack," she whispered, "And I am keeping my promise."

"Keep flying, Rose," she felt him whisper in her ear.

A photographer was taking pictures on the beach when he happened to notice a girl with long auburn hair sitting on a horse. She wore an expression filled with more love and happiness than he had ever seen before.

"Can I take your picture, Miss?" he asked.

"Only if I can have a copy," she answered back. With that he snapped the picture.