The stars blaze overhead, so bright and clear you can see the Milky Way. Rose and Jack walk along the row of lifeboats. Still giddy from the party, they are singing the popular song "Come Josephine In My Flying Machine". Jack/Rose
Come Josephine in my flying machine and it's up she goes! Up she goes! In the air she goes. Where? There she goes!
They fumble on the words and break down laughing. They have reached the First Class Enterance, but don't go straight in, not wanting the night to end. Through the doors the sound of the ships orchestra wafts gently. Rose grabs a davit and leans back, staring at the cosmos.
Isn't it magnificent? So grand and endless. They are such small people, Jack, my crowd. They think they are giants on this earth, but they aren't even dust in God's eye. They live inside this litle tiny champagne bubble...and someday that bubbles going to burst.
You're not one of them. There's been a mistake.
Uh huh. You got mailed to the wrong address.
I did, didn't I? (points suddenly) Look! A shooting star.
That was a long one. My father used to say that whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.
I like that. Aren't we supposed to wish on it?
What would you wish for?
Something I couldn't have. (she smiles sadly) Goodnight, Jack. And thank you.
But the door bangs shut, and she is gone. Back to her world.