Tension was high in the large mansion tucked away in the mountains. I could sense it from a quarter of a mile away. It made me wary, and I approached the house cautiously. Usually, Tanya's house in the Denali Mountains was a place of solace and peace for all of us.

As I neared, I could hear Rosalie bellowing at Emmett, though I had no idea what she was saying. I grinned to myself. If that's all it is, then there is no need to worry, I mused, I wonder what Emmett has done this time. Knowing that Rosalie was yelling at Emmett eased my concern—that happened fairly often.

I threw open the doors and the emotion rushed out at me like strong wind. It was overwhelming. It was more than tension, as I had first tasted. It was hysteria. Hysteria of a sort that I hadn't experienced in decades.

Now that I focused, I could tell that the hysteria was coming from Rosalie—and the tension from Emmett. Rosalie's emotions alarmed me: her hysteria was tainted with desperation, a dangerous combination. I started listening to what Rosalie was bellowing, "I don't know why you're just standing there!" She screamed at Emmett, "We have to do something…" Her voice cracked, and if I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was crying. Her words gave me no indication of why she was upset.

I rounded the corner into the red cedar living room, where Emmett and Rosalie were. Emmett was standing against a wall, away from Rosalie. He seemed to be taking the brunt of Rosalie's fury. She was standing several feet away from him, her frame shaking and her hair out of control as she yelled at him.

She heard me and turned, "And you!" She screamed at me, "How could you let her go?"

I was startled. Her, who? What have I done? I looked at Emmett questioningly as Rosalie continued to screech at me.

Emmett caught my eye. "A little help please," he murmured under Rosalie's tirade.

Rosalie was advancing towards me, screaming still. I nodded and sent a wave of calm over to her. It would be more effective had I been touching her, but honestly, I didn't want to get that close. Rosalie was scary when angry. I didn't know how Emmett dealt with it.

The calmness stopped her from getting closer to me and Emmett walked to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Rose?" he questioned.

Rosalie turned into his embrace and dry sobbed into his shoulder. She sounded like she would soon hyperventilate. Emmett looked at me again, and I nodded, sensing his question. I walked over, touched Rosalie on her shoulder—I didn't mind touching her, now that Emmett had a grip on her, concentrated, and Rosalie relaxed completely in Emmett's arms.

I threw myself into a comfortable reclining chair. "Care to catch me up on the fuss?" I asked as Emmett walked Rosalie over to the couch, "Did you forget your anniversary again?"

Emmett allowed himself a small smile as he sat Rosalie down. The smile didn't reach his eyes. His emotional tension got stronger. He sat down next to her, and drew her into him. "It's not good," Emmett finally said.

He stroked Rosalie's hair, and I was happy to notice that Rosalie's eyes looked glassy. She was still calm. "You know Alice left because she saw Bella throw herself off a cliff."

I nodded. Alice and I didn't disagree often, but this was one of those times. I didn't mind her strange attachment to Edward's once girlfriend, but this was interfering. I knew she wanted to help Charlie, Bella's father, in the aftermath of Bella's suicide—but I really had no idea how she was going to explain her presence. 'Hi, Charlie, I just happened to be in town. Sorry about Bella… What can I do to help?' It just didn't make sense.

Not to mention the promise she made to Edward about not looking for Bella's future or doing any further damage.

Like the damage I had done.

Emmett's eyes found mine and pulled me from the depressing thoughts that I'd lived with for months. "Rose called Edward to tell him Bella was dead and that he could come home now."

I groaned. Edward's absence had put a strain on all of us. Rosalie's phone call, while probably well intentioned—hoping that he would now return and we could be a family again—showed her lack of understanding for the depth of Edward's love for Bella. "And Edward answered?"

Emmett nodded.

I shook my head in disbelief. Edward never answered his phone anymore. This is going to kill Edward, I thought. The word kill lingered in my mind and suddenly, the consequences of Rosalie's phone call hit me. "Oh crap." I whispered.

Emmett nodded again. "He's on his way to Volterra."

I groaned again. But before I could open my mouth, Emmett continued, "Alice called a little while ago." He looked down at Rosalie as she started to shake again, "Bella's alive."

"Bella's alive?" I sputtered, "Edward…" I trailed off, looking at the ground and thinking. If Bella is alive…Alice was wrong, Rosalie was wrong…and now Edward thinks Bella is dead…We've got to stop him… It only took me a moment to put my thoughts in order.

I snapped my head up, to find Emmett's gaze meeting mine unwaveringly. No doubt, he had had more time to come to the same conclusions I had just reached. He and I would fly to Florence, get a car, beat Edward to the Volturi, and bring him home. "My car is faster." I stated, getting up.

It wouldn't be easy, but it was simple enough. I knew Emmett well enough to know that he had all ready researched when the next flight out of Juneau was. We could make plane reservations in the car, if he hadn't done that as well. It ought to take us a little under two hours to get from here to there. I was calculating time zones and travel times in my head. It would be close. "We need to leave now." I said emphatically, mentally lamenting the end of the supersonic trans-Atlantic Concord flights.

"No." Rosalie spoke suddenly. She was still shaking, but her voice was firm. "I'll go."

Emmett and I looked at each other for a long moment. Emmett and I were a nearly indestructible force when teamed together, and we had confidence in each other. We would need that against the Volturi, if Edward got that far. And I knew that Emmett wouldn't want Rosalie along, on the off chance that something went wrong. He loved her too much to put her into that type of position. The Volturi and their guard were not to be taken lightly. "Rose," Emmett said softly.

"No." Rosalie repeated, "It's my wrong. I need to put it right. And," Rosalie, turned to look at me, "Jasper will need to be here to calm Esme and Carlisle when they find out."

There was a protracted silence as we all contemplated Esme and Carlisle's reaction to the news. It would not be pleasant and I did not relish the idea of being the one to tell them. Emmett and I looked at each other again. Neither of us liked the new plan, but it made sense. Someone had to tell Esme and Carlisle—someone who could help them through the trauma. I nodded once at Emmett. "Take the Ferrari," I mumbled.

They were gone instantly.