If Jack and Rose shared the plank of wood and both survived the sinking of the Titanic...
This is what would've happened.
Rose: So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?
Jack: No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me. That's the point, Rose.
Rose: But I don't. I hate you. You were just some boy who drew a naked portrait of me once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I'll scream.
Jack: Oh, come on, stop this Rose.
[He touches her for an instant and she screams at the top of her lungs before…