Rose had heard John Jacob Astor's hotel was putting up Titanic survivors for the night. She did not look forward to a chance meeting with her Mother or Cal, but she needed to get a good night's sleep. She had a big day ahead of her tomorrow. She needed to pawn that hideous ring Cal had given her. "God look at that thing; you would have gone straight to the bottom" Jack had said. She genuinely smiled when she thought of it.

She braced herself for the worst and walked into the lobby of the grand hotel. This would be the last night she would ever sleep in luxury. From now on, she would wake up in the morning and look forward to what she was going to do, who she was going to meet. She would take life as a gift and make it count!!!!!!

As she unlocked the door to her room, Rose realized just how tired she was. Every bone in her body ached. She just wanted to get some rest. She was so excited about the new life she had ahead of her, and thinking about how to start, that she didn't realize her exhaustion until now. 'Thank you Jack' she thought.

Then their souls connected. . .she felt his grief and sadness and bitterness over what was never to be. It was so strong tears fell down her cheeks and she began to sob loudly into her pillow. "Oh Jack," she cried out loud. "I still need you; please don't think that way, I would not even have lived if it hadn't been for you."

'Nice job,' Jack thought. He was supposed to give her strength, and during one of her most confident moments, he had caused her to break down. "I am more selfish than Cal," he thought.

Rose sat straight up in the bed. She wiped her tears away. She was angry now. "JACK DAWSON, don't you EVER say that! Do you hear me? You're more of a man than Caledon Hockley ever could hope to be. Am I making myself clear Mr. Dawson?"

"That fire I love about you Rose, I guess I will never have to worry about it burning out," Jack said. She heard him in her soul and laughed gently. "Good night Jack, I love you." With that her eyes closed and fell into a deep sleep.

Jack hovered next to her. She was sleeping soundly. He yearned for a physical presence, to touch her face one last time. Was that too much too ask? It seemed Jack didn't realize Rose wasn't just going to need him, he was going to need her also. They were going to have to help each other cope with what could never be. She was there for him tonight. It was his turn to be weak. 'You're the most amazingly astounding girl ... woman I have ever met,' he thought. 'I love you.' With that he laid his soul next to her warm body and closed his eyes.