On the deck of the Carpathia, Rose pulled the wool blanket closer around her. She'd been out of the water for hours now and she still couldn't quite get warm. It felt like she never really would, truth be told. She was tired, but eyes remained firmly open, focused on the decking before her. Every time she closed her eyes, images of that terrible night flashed through her mind. Part of her wanted to remember always, even as the hurt rose so keenly within her. She'd made a promise to Jack, to never let go, and she intended to keep that promise, by living her life as she wished. Not as her mother and Cal did. Engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the man wandering around the deck. He was clearly out of place, not belonging among the lower classes.