‘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?’
‘I needed a trigger.’
Rose wishes they were called Sarah and Kyle.