"No" Rebecca said, "It's all right." She turned his head to look at her "It's just" what was it, maybe because they were in different classes. Appearance is everything, maybe it was the fact when they got off the ship, she would never see him again, or maybe it was because this was what she wanted.

       Jack looked into her eyes for a moment, waiting for her to continue. "It's just, what...?"

       "It's just" Rebecca paused "were are in two different classes, two different worlds, I may never see you again," (pause) "Jack, how do I not know, you are going just leave and I'll never see you again. I wish I...."(Pause)"I wish I could be in first class again, and this problem wouldn't be here.", she stopped, had she said too much, but it is true appearance is everything.

       Jack reached down and took Rebecca's hand, "I don't know what the future is planning for us. I don't even really know what it has in store for me beyond school." He paused for a moment, and shifted around so as to face her better. He ran his hand down her cheek, and lifted her chin, "What I do know is that I'll try my hardest not to leave."

       Rebecca hated uncertainty; she had live with it all her life. Now when she finally had something she wanted it might leave. "I know" was all she could say, in fear she might cry, like Tom said, her emotions were always high strung.

       "You know," Jack said as he held Rebecca's hand, "I never thought one evening could change my life so much." He smiled as she looked up...

       "One night can change a lot, in one night I lost my father, in one night I meet you" Rebecca said, smiling, then she laughed "I am expecting any minute for some romantic music to start, that is the way of the theater."

       As if on cue, Salut d'Amor started coming out of the first class lounge. Jack smiled, "Well, I suppose theater really does imitate life, as they say."

       Rebecca laughed "I guess it does"

       Jack stood up, "Would you be up for another dance? Certainly I could dance to this better than the ragtime piece earlier?" He smiled as he offered her his hand.

       Rebecca accepted "I think I am up to another dance."

       Jack helped her up, and then they started to dance to the orchestra's music coming from inside the first class lounge.