The sign at the building read New Bethlam Hospital, the man who entered was young, handsome, blonde, and dressed in a sharp suit with a lab coat over it. He passed through the entrance to a reception desk, the behind it pressed a small button that released the lock on a thick cage-like door. The doctor smiled his thanks to the nurse and proceeded to the main wing of the hospital. A male orderly was waiting on the other side of the door. "Hello Doc," the orderly greeted him.

"Hello Henry," the doctor replied.

"Are you finally ready to meet her?" Henry asked sounding trepidatious.

"Lead the way," the doctor replied gesturing Henry to go ahead of him, and followed him down one of the side halls to the patient rooms. "What can you tell me about her? The file was pretty thin."

Henry glanced back at the doctor before answering, "She has a bit of a temper, and deadly aim. I've had five stitches because of her. Swan has a sweet side too, she draws pictures and portraits of our families for us," he paused for a moment before continuing, "we don't usually tell doctors about that."

"I understand she doesn't speak to her doctors," the new doctor prompted.

"No" Henry confirmed. "She hardly speaks at all," He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall. "This is her room," Henry announced. The doctor looked into the room through a small window in the door. He saw a woman sitting at a desk her back was to the door. Her long hair spilling down her back and over her shoulders, she was drawing and had her feet curled on the edge of her chair. The doctor nodded and Henry opened the door.

"Isabella you have a visitor," he informed the woman.

She laughed a little to herself, but didn't look up from her drawing. "Oh really?" she asked skeptically, "Who is it?"

"Hello Bella," the doctor greeted her. At the sound of his voice her hand froze for a moment, and then she continued shading in an area of her drawing. In a few moments she had finished. "Henry," she held out the drawing, "this one is yours." Henry took the drawing, and the photo it was based off of. A little girl and her dog playing in the grass.

"Thank you," Henry stepped back toward the door. "I'll leave you two alone Dr. Cullen." Henry left, and as the door closed Bella turned to face the doctor.

"Hello Carlisle," she greeted him tensely.

"I was beginning to wonder if you remembered me," Carlisle replied with a smile.

"Remember? How could anyone forget?" she asked. They were quiet for a minute before Bella spoke again. "What are you doing here Carlisle?"

"I'm your new doctor," he replied easily.

"Well you'd better get all of your questions out of your system now because I don't talk to shrinks," Bella stated defiantly.

"I know," Carlisle replied. "In the five years you've been here you haven't answered one question. Why is that?" he asked sitting on the edge of her bed.

"They asked the wrong questions," she answered. When it seemed he didn't understand she continued. "Every doctor I've had has asked me about your family; and that is something that would keep me here indefinitely."

Carlisle paused for a moment before speaking again, "I see you've become an artist," he commented pointing to the wall behind him. It was covered in drawings of her family, and a large population of Forks, and all the vampires she knew – with one exception.

"They help me sleep," she replied cryptically.

"You left someone out," Carlisle observed. Bella was silent, avoiding his gaze. "I know it must have been hard for you – "

"You really don't," she interrupted. They were silent once again for a long minute. "So enough pleasantries and platitudes, why did you come here, really?"

"It may take some time to convince the hospital," Carlisle answered, "but I'm here to take you home."

"When you say home, you mean your home," Bella clarified.

"Yes, that is what I mean," Carlisle agreed. Bella and Carlisle didn't have the chance to speak any more. The door to her room opened and Henry entered carrying two small cups.

"Sorry doc," he apologized. "Time's up." He held the cups out to Bella, one held a pill, the second water. She took them both opening her mouth to show that she had swallowed the pill. "Okay," Henry pronounced, "time for bed." Carlisle stood, joining Henry by the door as Bella settled into bed.

"I will see you tomorrow," Carlisle told her as he followed Henry out. Several doors closed at once as they entered the hall, and all the lights in the patient rooms went out. "I noticed in her file that the only medication she's been prescribed in her time here is a sleep aid. Do you know why?" Carlisle asked as they walked down the hall.

"Well part of it is they – her previous doctors – could never diagnose her with anything definitively," Henry explained. "They prescribed the sleep aid because if we don't regulate her sleep Swan stays up all night and sleeps during the day."

"Has she said why?" Carlisle suspected the reason, but wanted the confirmation.

"It's the only crazy thing she's ever said," Henry stated.

"What do you mean?" Carlisle asked turning to face the orderly.

"Dr Cullen, working in a mental hospital, you hear all kinds of thing that don't make sense to people like you and me. Swan has never said anything like that except once. It was the only question she ever answered in a session, and she was half-asleep when she said it."

"What did she say Henry?" Carlisle asked tying to be assuring, soothing away the anxiety in Henry's voice.

"'It's not safe,' the night," he clarified. "She said 'it's not safe'."

"Thank you," Carlisle replied.

"Take care of her," Henry pleaded, "I don't know what happened to land her in here, but she's a good kid."

"I'll do my best," Carlisle promised sincerely. He left Henry in the hall, quickly exiting the hospital.