Thanks, James Cameron

‘Wake up, Rose.’

Rose doesn’t stir. She pretends she’s sleeping.

‘I had a nightmare, Rose.’

Jack’s shaking her. She opens her eyes.

‘Let me guess,’ she says. Jack isn’t listening.

‘We didn’t make it into a lifeboat. Noise. Freezing water. Then silence. Felt like a memory.’

‘Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt didn’t exist. Look it up online. We’re not their re-incarnations.’

‘How d’you know? There may have been a real Rose and Jack.’

‘Then how come you’ve only had that dream since we watched Titanic?’

Jack shrugs.

‘I needed a trigger.’

Rose wishes they were called Sarah and Kyle.