ROSE

Oh, Jack.

All hope, will and spirit leave her. She looks at the boat. It is further

away now, the voices fainter. Rose watches them go.

She closes her eyes. She is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to

even try.

And then... her eyes snap open.

She raises her head suddenly, cracking the ice as she rips her hair off the

wood. She calls out, but her voice is so weak they don't hear her. The boat

is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. She struggles

to draw breath, calling again.

292 IN THE BOAT Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead,

turning the tiller.

293 ROSE struggles to move. Her hand, she realizes, is actually frozen to

Jack's. She breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps

their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.