JACK

Swim, Rose! SWIM!

She tries, but her strokes are not as effective as his because of her

lifejacket. They break out of the clot of people. He has to find some kind

of flotation, anything to get her out of the freezing water.

                                    JACK

Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, you can do it.

All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning... a

chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water

stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is

overwhelming.

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Jack strokes rhythmically, the effort keeping him from freezing.

                                    JACK

Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.