"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked.

After a few minutes in silence, Cal decided to talk. Sure, he was mad and disappointed with Rose, but he couldn't leave her in a unknown city without any money or any type of protection. It didn't matter how mad he was, he always came back for her, just as he did on Titanic.

"No" Rose answered in a whisper.

"How are you planning on survive here?" he asked annoyed.

"I don't know, I'll figure something out. I'm not a kid you know"

"It's just as if you were! You don't know how to take care of yourself, you have no money, no place to stay, you don't know anyone here, and above all, you have no memory!" Cal yelled.

Rose saw him with tears in her eyes, it was all true, not a single word was a lie. She knew she wasn't able to be alone in a life she didn't know, but she felt the urge, the need of doing it.

"Please help me Jack, with something, anything really. A memory maybe? Something that motivates me, because, right now the easiest thing I could do is to go back with Cal. So I'm asking for any sort of help," she prayed in her mind.

"Cal, you don't have to worry about me. I'm an adult. I don't want you to worry about me just because I was a person in your life, I don't like pitty. I'm giving you the liberty to move on, to throw a responsibility that you think it's yours, but it's not. You're not responsible for me," Rose answered.

"If that is what you whish… OK"

The walk back to the hospital was melancholic and silent. Cal knew he was making a mistake, he knew the minute he arrived to his father's he'll regret it. Rose knew that she was risking the relationship of the only person she remembered to keep a promise she did to a man she knew nothing about. They arrived and Cal said goodbye with an indifferent kiss on her left cheek.

"Goodbye Cal" she said knowing he didn't listen.

"Honey, the doctor wants to talk to you and with Mr. Hockley" said the nurse.

"Mr. Hockley won't come to visit anymore" said Rose walking to her hospital room, the room that became her house for the last days and the room she was going to leave soon. The nurse nodded and walked away.

Few minutes later the doctor came inside and walked towards her.

"Mrs. Dawson"


"You are discharged, in two days you're going to be able to go" he said.

"But I haven't… I don't remember anything yet. You're going to throw me away?" Rose asked panicked.

"I'm sorry Rose, this is a hospital, we don't have enough money to keep you here. You are healthy, you can leave this hospital" said the doctor feeling gilty but ignoring the feeling a few seconds later.

"I'm alone, where am I going to go?" asked Rose fightened.

"I don't know miss, but I wish you the best of luck" said the doctor leaving the room.

Rose started to cry, this had to happened the same day she told Cal to leave. She started to shake while she cried even harder.

"Please Jack help me" she said out loud.

Then, it hit her, a flashback. She was in an apartment, a very small apartment, she walked to the table took the keys and looked back to the bedroom. I need to do the laundry, she thought, and there she saw a drawing on top of the bed. OK, I'm already late, she thought so she walked out of the apartment quickly.

"God, oh my God" she said covering her mouth.

"What's wrong honey?" asked the nurse.

"There was a drawing on top of my bed, he was a painter… The drawing could be his, right? It makes sense," she asked smiling.

The nurse, who didn't understand what was happening, just nodded.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means that he might still be alive!"