Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight… Or Alberta.

A/N: For those who don't know, Alberta is a Canadian province. It has a lot of prairies, tons of farmers, and lots of cows.

I blinked my eyes a few times, taking in my surroundings. It looked nothing like my small home town in Alberta. It was much to green, a change from the dead brown of autumn. But the grass was soft, and rather comfortable to lie on. I stood up. Just because it was comfortable didn't mean I wanted to lie on the ground.

But something other than the grass caught my attention. Amidst all of the green, the grey pavement of a driveway stood out. Maybe someone who lived at the house that it would lead to could help me, tell me where I was. I followed the pavement to a very nice looking house.

I searched for any sign that anyone was there. I didn't see any cars, or people outside, but I did see a light on, and the back of someone walking out of the room. In my happiness I raced towards the door. Perhaps I would tell them that I was going to visit family, and I got separated from my parents. Maybe I could use their phone, and call someone to pick me up.

I knocked on the door, and someone answered almost as soon as I had put my hand back by my side. The boy who answered the door looked eerily like Robert Pattinson. I opened my mouth to tell him what I had planed on, but then I realized something.

I couldn't be here. This was most definitely not Alberta, not my small home town where I had been only minutes before. I ran over everything in my head quickly. Then I mentally slapped myself. I could think about that later. Right now I needed to ask to use their phone. I opened my mouth to ask, but he spoke before I did.

"Carlisle," He called, much to quiet for anyone to hear if they where on a different floor. I guessed that the person he was calling was in the next room. "Could I talk to you for a moment?"

He seemed calm, but his face said different. It showed the tiniest bit of shock. Then he spoke to me.

"Er…Come in," He told me, seeming unsure. I felt the same way. I remember that I shouldn't go into stranger's homes, but, for some reason, I felt that I could trust him. I stepped into the house and looked around as he walked away. As I was looking, a girl came up to me, although, it seemed much ore like she danced over. She was wearing very nice, but expensive looking clothing and her black hair was short and spiky.

"Hello," She greeted me happily.

"Hey," I replied, my voice betraying little emotion as I tried to figure everything out. She frowned a little, and I guessed that she had wanted me to be somewhat happier. But she seemed determined to get me to talk to her.

"So, what's your name?" She asked me.

"Samantha Pullar. I prefer Sam, though." I told her, saying the same thing I had told everyone who had ever asked me that question. "What's yours?"

"Alice Cullen." I stared at her for a moment, and then burst out laughing, and she frowned again.

"What?" She demanded.

"Yeah…. Right," I said once I had gained control of my self. Some more people, who I guessed lived here too, were peeking around corners, watching me and 'Alice'. "And I'm John Lennon. But, really, who are you?"

"Alice Cullen." She said again, and I searched her face for any sign that she was joking, or just being a jerk. I found none. As the boy who looked like Rob Pattinson came back, something clicked. The sudden green, the boy, the nice house, the girl. It suddenly made sense I knew where I was, and that meant that this was a dream, that I had gone crazy, or that it was real.

I looked at the boy while I was thinking this, and he nodded at me. Not acknowledging me, but answering with a yes. And he had nodded when I had thought the last option.

I felt like laugh and barfing at the same time. In the end, I settled for fainting.

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"Wait…. What?" A feminine voice asked, sounding confused.

"I'll tell you later." Edward answered.

"When's she going to wake up?" A different boy asked.

"Soon, Emmett. I think she might be able to hear us now."

"She can." Edward told them.

"She's stressed." I guessed that this other male voice was Jasper. His voice sounded farther away than the others, as if he were standing outside the room.

"You would be, too." I muttered, as I opened my eyes, only to shut them again as the light above me shone straight into them.

"Hey! She is awake!" Emmett boomed. I cringed. He was rather loud.

"And partially deaf, thanks to you." I murmured, as I sat up. "Um… So…. What's going on?"

"We don't know." A man confessed. I guessed that he was Carlisle. "You might know more than we do."

I thought about this for a moment. I didn't think that I knew anything important that they didn't.

"I don't know, either." I admitted. "One second I was at home, and the next I was here. And I really don't know how I, or anyone else, could be in High River one moment and Forks the next." Emmett looked at me, puzzled.

"It's in Canada." I told him, and he looked less confused. I turned my head to look at Carlisle. "Do you know anywhere that I could go? If I don't know how I got here, I don't think that I'll be able to figure out how to get back anytime soon." He seemed to think about this for a moment.

"She could stay here." Esme suggested. There was a pause, in which everyone looked at Alice, who had a strange look on her face. Then she looked normal again.

"It should work. I don't see anything bad happening."

"What about them?" Rosalie demanded. "They're already keeping an eye on us because of Bella. We can't tell anyone else, or we'll all be dead. It's already not much of a secret. Why let anyone else know?"

"She already knows, Rose." Edward pointed out.

"And I don't see the Volturi coming for a while." Alice piped in. "And if I do, then we could find somewhere else for Sam to go." Rosalie opened her mouth to argue, but Carlisle spoke then.

"Why don't we leave it up to Sam?" Everyone looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"I guess that it would work," I said, pausing a bit between each word, trying to find the best way to say it. Rosalie already didn't look too happy, and she walked off. "But I don't want to be an inconvenience." Esme smiled at me.

"It's not a problem."

Well, I thought, this should be interesting.

A/N: So, did you like it? Or was it awful? I know it seems a lot like all of the other stories with the same plot, but, trust me, this is just a build-up for a twist, and I think you guys might like it a lot after that.

If I get five reviews, I'll start on the next chapter right away. Otherwise, it should come out sometime during the week.