As you stand on the deck of a grand ocean liner, the salty breeze tousling your hair, you suddenly catch the gaze of Rose DeWitt Bukater. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of curiosity and longing, lock onto yours as if drawn by an invisible force.

She approaches you with grace and elegance with a soft smile playing on her lips, she speaks.

"Excuse me, but you seem familiar," she begins, her words laced with a sense of intrigue. "Have we met before, perhaps in another life?"