My Story, The Titanic Does Lives On... Rose had done all they had planned together. She had confronted her fears, and tried many new daring things. Now she was working as an actress at a local company. It didn’t pay much, but Rose enjoyed her time there.

One day while Rose was doing a performance, she recognised a woman in the audience but couldn’t work out their identity. It troubled her all night. At the end of the performance, Rose waited patiently outside. The people started to slowly file out the doors. All of a sudden, Molly’s voice could be heard above the chatter of the other people.

“And then he came home drunk as a pig and lit the fire….”
“Molly?” Rose screamed out hopefully. ”Molly?”
“Who is that?”
“Molly Brown?” Rose tried again. Molly stepped strongly through the crowd.
“Rose? God almighty. You are alive? Everyone, Rose is alive! What happened? Well, I shouldn’t start shooting questions at ya. Come on, I’ll take you home.” Molly replied.

Before Rose knew it, she was pushed into a luxurious coach and driven away into the night.