Her tears now gone, Rose continued down the New York street. By now the rain had subsided and night had fully set in. Whatever she did, Rose knew she wouldn't go back to her mother or Cal. A vivid memory or the violent slap Cal had given her that last night on Titanic shocked her immensely. It seemed so long ago that Jack held her safe between his arms, his beautiful artist's hands intertwined with her own. He was gone, but Rose knew she would never forget to make it count.

Walking into a crowded bar, she settled cosily into an empty seat. Taking off Cal's drenched coat, Rose felt all eyes on her exquisite dress. Even after surviving all that time in the Atlantic ocean, it was still far better quality than the clothes of other people in the bar. A few drunken louts whistled cheekily, but Rose heard none of their calls. She was picturing herself back on Titanic, in the depths of 3rd class. Rose hummed a lively Irish tune. Her eyes closed she remembered dancing, spinning, laughing with Jack.

"Excuse me miss, " Rose was thrown back into reality. "You like Irish music?" a man questioned, as Rose stared at him with confusion. "I was wondering if you would like to dance," he asked casually.

Rose surveyed the room. A band was starting to play some popular music in one corner, and people were getting up and beginning to dance. She thought it over for a moment, and whispered softly to herself "To Making It Count."

"Make what count miss, if you don't mind me asking."

"What the heck," she answered cheerfully, smiling optimistically. The man escorted her to the cleared area. It wasn't the same as with Jack, but Rose was enjoying herself, and making her life count.

The man had short brown hair, dark brown, round eyes and a large joyful smile, which made Rose feel relaxed and carefree. As the music stopped, be bowed politely, thanking her for the pleasure of the dance.

"Well, I may see you again?" he asked optimistically.

"Anything is possible," mysteriously Rose replied. Smiling, but confused, her walked out of the bar and never looked back.

In the early hours of the morning, Rose stepped out into the beckoning sunshine streaming down from the bright blue sky. After walking around for a few hours, just taking in the essence of freedom, she stumbled across a luscious green park. Strolling around, she came across a bench and had a rest. Breathing in, she smelled the scent of fresh dew and the rose she still held close to her heart. Some trees dotted the small area randomly and were abundant with wildlife which Rose could see clearly through the thick greenery.

The green grass was so inviting, Rose laid down and ran her fingers through the short blades. She must have looked peculiar, but Rose was enjoying herself and becoming entranced by the splendor of the fluffy white clouds above her.

A shadow fell over her and as she turned to the person, she saw the man from the bar. He was all dressed up, probably setting off for work.

"Well hello again," Rose greeted politely.

"'Tis a small world," he stated.

Rose sat stunned. It was a small world, and her mother would surely look for her. She had to find some place in this "small world" where she would never be discovered.

"Are you alright miss?"

"Dawson, Mrs. Rose Dawson."

"Oh," his faced dropped, but Rose didn't notice. She was trying to think of somewhere to go. It had to be far away, somewhere isolated but free.

"So where are you from?" the man asked.

"What?"

"I'm from Australia myself, on a business trip of some sort. I really miss home though."

"Australia?" Rose repeated thoughtfully.

"Yeah. The land down under," he chuckled. Seeing Rose not laughing, he continued. "You know, outback, kangaroos, koalas, the lot. It is a beautiful country. The gums smell so great in the mornings," he breathed in deeply, then coughed suddenly, "much different to here." He coughed loudly again.

Rose laughed at his funny way of stressing a point. Thinking it over in her head, Rose decided she would go to Australia, there she would be able to be free and live her own life. She wanted to take chances and be just like Jack, go anywhere at the drop of a hat.

"So how do you get there?" She asked confidently.

"Well my boat leaves in two days. Are you planning on coming?"

"Boat?" Rose face turned as white as a sheet.

"Well how else do you think? You going to fly?"

"Well, that's not a bad idea." Rose commented as he laughed hysterically.

"If you are spooked about that Titanic thing, I assure you it is too hot in good old Australia for icebergs. They'd melt in seconds. So, if you are coming, be prepared for some scorchers." Rose cast him a glance of confusion. "You know, stinking hot days."

"Oh I see," Rose laughed out loud. She was now prepared to go to the land down under, even if the boat ride didn't thrill her. She had to start taking chances. She wanted to make each day count, and knew Australia would be the place for it.