Jack Dawson smiled a sheepish grin, and said, "I guess you weren’t expecting me."
Tears of joy were running down her cheeks, and before she knew it, Rose ran into Jack’s arms. In his happy embrace, she felt as if she were home.
From upstairs, Cal heard the scream and rushed down the stairs to see who was murdering his fiancée. The scene before him was laid out like a nightmare.
There was Rose, looking like a goddess in her multi-colored skirt that whisked around her legs and crisp white shirt, holding onto Dawson as if she would die if she let go.
It just couldn’t be. Jack was dead. He had to be.
Rose’s hair was silk against his cheek, and her arms around his waist were making him feel giddy. With dreadful anticipation of the heavenly moment ending, Jack slowly opened his eyes. Like a clap of thunder, the beautiful dream ended and he was staring into the haunted eyes of Caledon Hockley.
The world was silent.