Long about 4:30 the lights of the Carpathia could be seen in the distance and within another hour, she was loading lifeboats out of the water. Another lifeboat had rescued the 28 people off of the overturned collapsible boat. Soon, Jack was climbing up the ladder to the decks of the ship they would all complete their transatlantic voyage on.

       Just as he came over the ship, he saw his Mother, who thought for sure that his Father was with him. Unfortunately, his Father was one of the 1500 lost in the horrible night. He greeted his Mother joyously, and the reunion was wonderful.

       He soon was searching for Rebecca among the survivors. He watched her get into the lifeboat, so he knew she was aboard. After a few minutes, he found her in a corner, trying to interview fellow survivors. Always the journalist, she went straight to work.

       He waited for a moment for her questions to finish, then said "Rebecca?" She turned around...

       "Jack" she yelled, ran over to him and gave him a hug. "Your alive." She was so happy to see him, she totally forgot about being polite. "The reporters on land are going to hate me for this" she laughed.

       Jack couldn't help but laugh, in the face of the situation. "Well, you do have the upper hand against their yellow journalism," he said. He smiled, as he looked into her eyes, glad that he had survived to see her again. "I told you I wouldn't leave you."

       Rebecca was happy to be with Jack. "And you didn't. Oh when we get to New York, The new papers will pay for my stories and I will be set for a few months." She was so happy she felt like a kid with a new bike. "I saw you mother, but not your father, I sorry, it is hard to lose people to the ocean." She paused, usually at this point in her trip she would throw a flower out for her father. "Your clothes are still damp, you need to change" She said...