I never did find out your name," Rose stated as they walked into a clothes shop.

"I am Patrick Hasheim. So what are we doing here again?" he looked around at the many dresses and other accessories.

"I need some new clothes before I leave. So, Australia, what sort of things will I need to wear there?" Rose inquired.

"Well, something simple, and cool. Not one of those dresses with layers and layers." Looking uneasily to the door he added, "this isn't really my thing, so I will meet you outside my hotel when you are finished. You remember where I told you?"

"Yes. See you then." Rose turned to the assistant. "Well what sort of things do you have here?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Rose stared uneasily towards the looming ship. It was much smaller than Titanic, and not as luxurious. Patrick had booked tickets in 2nd class which suited Rose. A shiver went through her spine as he escorted her onto the ship.

Patrick started talking to no one in particular. "Beautiful isn't it? I have always loved ships, big and small. Size makes no difference, it's the inside that counts."

"I agree, well about that size issue. I knew a man obsessed with size. He knew nothing of the essence and feelings of things. I do love ships, but . . ." Rose's eyes filled with a few tears.

Patrick stared down at her, "But what?" he inquired.

"Oh never mind, " Rose added, thinking deeply of Jack. Not many people were there to see this ship off, as it wasn't anything spectacular. There were a few people dotted along the wharf saying their farewells to loved ones.

"Well, we'd better go and see our room. You don't mind sharing do you? There are separate rooms and . . ." Patrick started to say.

"I don't mind. Well, let's go." Rose interrupted.

* * * * * * * * * * For most of the voyage, Rose kept to entirely to herself. She steered clear of any of the first last passengers, who pranced proudly up and down the decks, which were as busy as an ants nest. Everyone seemed to go outside and enjoy the warmth of the sun.

One day, Rose took as big step out into the bright sunshine. She took in one deep breath and drew the wilted rose the girl had given her in New York. Tears came to her eyes as she slowly advanced to the front of the ship.

Shaking, her hand grabbed the rail tightly. Her hair blew softly around her delicate face as she daringly stepped onto the rail. It was like when she was back on Titanic. The beautiful sunset with streaks of gold, the wind in her hair, the lapping waves, except the most important part was missing -- Jack.

Looking down into the hypnotizing swell of the sea, Rose brought the rose up to her nose, smelling its beautiful fragrance. Quickly, she tossed it overboard, where it floated for a few moments, before sinking into the watery depths.

Rose forced her arms out so they reached to the horizon.

"Jack I'm flying," Rose whispered to the wind.

Closing her eyes, she just stayed there flying into the sunset, with nothing holding her back.

"Excuse me miss," a polite voice interrupted Rose, and she turned to face the officer with her tear stained cheeks.

"I don't think it is very safe for you to be up there," he stated.

Rose stared at him blankly, and mumbled, "I'm quite alright thank you," before turning back towards the sky.

After watching her for a moment longer, the officer turned away, very confused at the sight of a distracted 2nd class passenger, and wondered about what could have possibly happened to her.

Flying seemed to bring Rose closer to Jack, as if she was flying towards him!