The two held hands: Jack with the vast majority of his body in the frigid waters, while Rose’s body lay mostly on a floating door. Both were shivering, however Jack’s shaking was a death rattle; and while the two had just promised to ‘never let go’, it was obvious this promise was one that wasn’t meant literally. They would part; one would ‘let go’ but would it be in life or death?

And that wouldn’t do for Rose.

In the frigid cold, awaiting her rescue, listening to the love of her life’s death rattle, Rose acted. She’d not been known for doing what she was told to do; and she wasn’t to start now.

‘Jack. Jack.’ Rose horsely whispered. Jack was alive, but barely. He whimpered; eyes barely open. ‘Rose,’ he whimpered.

Rose, gingerly, with strength she didn’t know she had, managed to pull Jack partially onto the floating wreckage. The door wasn’t big enough for them both; four legs hung off into the hypothermic waters.

‘Never let go, Jack. Hold me.’ Rose held Jack as close to her own cold body as she could. ‘Don’t let go.’

‘Stop! Cut! What the fuck was that? Kate!’

Leo opened his eyes; he was cold but not so frigid that he was on his death bed. Kate was slightly warmer, given that she was on the door, but only slightly. Both were tired from an exhausting day of shooting.

Kate sat up quickly nearly spilling them both into the water. ‘There’s room for them both, James! You know it. I know it. She’d never let him die!’

James Cameron, the director, yelled back in an exasperating tone, ‘There’s room for them both, but they both die!’

‘It’s a movie. There’s a slight chance they both survive; Kate would never leave him in the water knowing he will die.’

‘Kate, we’ve been over this. They’d both die. Exposure.’

Kate looks at James. James at Leo. Leo to the cameraman. ‘My balls are the size of peanuts.’

‘We’ll shoot both endings, Kate.’

Kate nods. She’s won this battle but knows she’s not won the war. Yet. She adjusts herself on the door and pushes Leo playfully into the water.

‘Action!’