Rose and Jack were engulfed by flashing lights, and bombarded with questions. Screaming and crying surrounded them. People were being grabbed by reports. Distraught women collapsed on the ground into sobs. Officers yelled for the press to stay back. Family eagerly awaited to see if their loved ones had survived. The glare from the lights was blinding.

Jack grabbed Rose tightly and pulled her head down to his chest. He hung his down as far as he could, to still be able to watch his step. Then there was a sudden disturbance near them as two men burst through the crowd, running to embrace an older woman among the survivors, who cried out with joy. The reporters converged on the emotional scene, and flashes exploded. This gave Jack the chance he needed to slip he and Rose out of the commotion. Silently he guided her down the street far away from any memories of the disaster.

When Jack believed they had come to be a safe distance from the madness he pick Rose's head up. She was obviously shaken. Jack stroked her hair and face. He pulled her back to his chest again and rocked her back and fourth as he kissed her head. Rose was comforted by this but she wanted to be closer to him. She lifted her head and kissed Jack. He kissed her back not just on the lips but everywhere. He kissed her neck the area under her chin and her face, all over her face.

Suddenly Rose realized where they were. "Jack!"

He pulled his face away from Rose and questionably looked into her eyes. Then he realized why she had asked him to stop. They were standing in the middle of a sidewalk, and people were walking by. A huge smile crossed his face. He scooped her up and twirled around. They both laughed hysterically.

He put her down and held her arms. "The things you do to me Rose."

A more serious look formed across Roses face. "We need to find a place to stay. We can't sleep on a bench in New York." Jack knew Rose was right. "All right we'll find something." Rose thought for a moment. "But Jack, how will we pay?"

Jack saw that look of fear in Rose again. "Don't worry, we'll be all right. I'll take care of you. Remember I promised you I would always be here for you." Jack looked around. "Come on lets walk."

For nearly two hours Jack and Rose walked the streets. They came to be deeper and deeper within the city. Rose noticed that they were also traveling to the poorer sections. As they walked Jack scanned the windows for "ROOM" signs. All the boarding houses had "NO VACANCY" nailed to their doors. He was beginning to give up hope."What are we going to do. There has to be something," he thought while he searched.

Rose surveyed the area they were now in. It was a nice little section. Poor but well kept. Instead of mammoth buildings there were quaint little shops and two story houses.

Their eyes were growing heavy. The walking was taking a toll on their weakened state. It took all of Roses strength but in the distance she could see a small brick building just like all the others, except this one had a sign in the window."ROOM FOR RENT."

"Jack look."

"Thank God. I knew we would find something." Jack quickened his steps eager to find a place for he and Rose to be safe.

Once again she stopped him. "Jack we haven't any money."

"Don't worry Rose, we'll figure that out later. For now we need to worry about finding a place to sleep."

Rose knew he was right. She trusted him. The house looked so warm and cozy from where they stood. A peaceful glow flowed from the windows. Rose felt more comfortable just looking at it.

With Rose's hand still gripping tightly to his own. Jack walked up the four brick steps. He took a deep breath and with his free hand knock steadily on the door. Jack turned to Rose. He could still see a hint of fear dwelling within her. "Trust me."

"I trust you," with those words spoken any doubts Rose might have had melted away.