Rose sat alone, staring at the Christmas tree. After all the death she had witnessed on Titanic, she still couldn't get over the shock of it. Allan was dead. He was really dead. According to the two officers, he had died a hero, saving his whole company. Her only family in the world was dead. 'I am alone, all alone,' she thought, tears falling from her eyes.

Jack stood next to the Christmas tree watching her, crying with her. He wanted so badly to be able to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be all right. He desperately wanted to take away the familiar pain of losing someone she loved.

"What are you doing standing here?" Tommy asked, frowning, "You love her, boy'o, you should be comforting her."

"I can't!" Jack replied, trying to control the quiver in his voice.

"You can't. Bleeding Christ, what the hell do you mean you can't?" Tommy questioned, barely able to contain the disgust in his voice.

"She hasn't called me. I can't approach her till she wants me to," Jack replied.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Did you just lose your mind?" Tommy almost shouted.

"No! Rose asked me to leave her alone. Until she asks me differently, I will honor her wishes. I have no other choice," Jack said, turning to look at his friend, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Tommy nodded, seeing the look of desperation in his friend's eyes.

"I know you're here, Jack Dawson. You knew this would happen. You knew and you didn't tell me. I could have been prepared. I could have encouraged Eliza to really cherish her time with Allan. I could of . . ." Rose's voice broke. She swallowed hard. "I will never forgive you, Jack!" she hissed, running into her bedroom and slamming the door.

Jack's shoulders slumped. "This was what I was afraid of," he whispered, as Tommy put a comforting arm around him.