Jasper pushed his blonde hair from his eyes. Staring through the window, watching her sleep, afraid to walk in. He wasn't sure that his presence would wake her, Alice had always slept peacefully. He knew that they had her on some strong medication right now, so she was going to be out for awhile. He just knew that where she was, what she was going through, was his fault, and he couldn't forgive himself for that.

He looked at her and sighed. How was he standing and she was laying there, he body half bandaged. She had already gone through enough, and though he was just trying to get her to the hospital when it happened, it didn't matter. She already was going through enough, he should have paid attention. He should have seen the car coming.

But he hadn't.

The car had come out of no where, so he thought. The reality was, Alice was bent over in pain, and he had reached over to grab her hand for comfort. He looked away for just a second, when the semi truck moved over a little, but his lack of steering didn't help. The semi bumped them and they were sent into on coming traffic. He didn't have time to react when the Explorer hit them head on.

Alice was in Stage 3 of ovarian cancer. She was so young, and it had killed him to watch her go through it. He would never forget the day that they found out. She was at work, when she broke out into a cold sweat. Alice's secretary walked in to find her curled up in a ball, crying, her clothes dripping in sweat. She called 911 immediately.

They found the tumor wrapped around her uterus and ovaries. The cancer had spread into her kidneys. They told her chances were slim, but Alice didn't give up. She didn't believe it was her time. She fought with everything that she was. They had been taking her to chemo once a week, and she seemed to be responding. But, that night, Alice woke up, throwing up massive amounts of blood. Jasper didn't want to wait for an ambulance. He carried her to the Volvo, and decided to drive her himself.

She had insisted that she was fine. It was like her to be strong for him. She was always that way. She never wavered. When she had gotten pregnant and given birth to their baby girl, Jessica, she didn't even scream during delivery. Let it be known, that she had Jessica naturally. Jasper adored that baby girl, just as much as he loved Alice.

He looked around the hallways. He didn't see any sign of his family or friends. He was sure that he had called them. Rosalie and Emmett were taking care of Jessica. They had been great, ever since Alice was diagnosed. They had volunteered to move in, and he didn't have the will to protest. He needed them. He needed help.

Alice stirred. He looked through the window, and felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. He needed to walk in there, he needed to hold her hand. Yet, he was ashamed.

He walked away. He would be the first to tell you he was a coward. Only, he wanted time to feel sorry for what he had done, before Alice would tell him that it was all okay. He knew it wasn't.

He did a single lap around the floor, only to find Esme sitting at Alice's bedside with Carlisle pacing around the room. Neither turned to look at him when he walked into the room. They didn't move, they pretended like he didn't exist. He understood, they were angry. They had every right to be. What had he done?

"How is she," he asked. They didn't move. They didn't respond. It was as if they didn't hear what he was saying. The reality was, they didn't. Only he didn't know it. I took a deep breathe and walked into the room.

"They can't hear you," I said as calmly as possible. I didn't want to scare him.

He turned and looked at me. He rubbed his eyes.

"You aren't seeing things, I am here. You can see me Jasper."

"No," he panicked, "I can't. You are dead. I watched you die. You are dead."

It was true. He had watched me die. He and everyone else in my family had watched me die over two years ago. I was fourteen. We were all in the back yard having a family barbeque, and I had gotten angry over my Dad not letting me have friends over. I walked too close, and was set on fire by a firecracker. The burns, well they covered 80% of my body. They didn't kill me. The infections that followed did. My family never left my side. I died on July 11th.

"Uncle Jasper, I am dead. And you aren't going crazy. I am right here. You can see me. I am here to help you."

He lost it. He was standing in front of my Grandfather, Carlisle, waving his hands, and screaming, "I am sorry, I am so sorry. I am right here. You know I am right here. Please don't be mad, please."

I stood there, and let him. I couldn't imagine how hard this was for him. There had been no one there to protect me, no one there to get me through.

I had seen the accident and I had asked to come back, to help him.

"I am not crazy... I am not crazy," he kept repeating.

He was sitting on the edge of Alice's bed, holding her hand, a mess of tears.

"Uncle Jasper, you aren't crazy. I am here to help you. I love you."

My Grandmother, Esme looked at Alice, and started to cry.

"Esme, she's going to make it, she's going to be fine. We aren't going to lose her yet," Carlisle reassured her. She leaned over and kissed Alice's hand.

"Its not that, its... I mean, how are we going to tell her that Jasper is gone? How am I supposed to take her heart and break it even more," Esme cried, "She was already so concerned about Jessica, what was going to happen when she was gone. Now, that poor baby is going to loose both her parents. How am I supposed to tell them both this?"

We both watched as Carlisle walked around and rubbed her back.

"I am not dead, I am right here," Jasper yelled. The only person who heard him was me. I wanted to comfort him, but I knew that it would come in his own time.

We all heard the door open. Everyone but me turned to see who was walking in. I knew who it was. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. I could feel them. There was nothing like their presence. I smiled, and resisted the urge to cry. I felt my mother pass right through me walking to Alice's bedside. She was instantly wrapping Esme in her arms. Carlisle walked over to my father and set his hand on my fathers shoulder.

"Edward, my boy," he calmly said, "I am so glad you are here."

My father wrapped his father up in his arms. He held his father as he cried. I reached out, and held my fathers face in my hand. I knew he could feel me there.

"This is insane, its a bad dream, that's what it is," Jasper screamed at me. He walked over to me, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders, and turning me to face him, "I love you kiddo, but I have to wake up from this dream now. I have to. Alice, Jessica... they both need me."

"I feel like Jasper is with Nessie," my mother said, "At least they will have each other."

She was hoping to bring them all comfort.

I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I didn't even know that I could cry. I swallowed air and looked at my uncle. He was a mess. I wasn't doing my job. I was loosing focus.

"I am sorry Uncle Jaz, this isn't a dream. I wish I wasn't here. But you are gone. I am sorry. Uncle Jasper, you are gone. I am here to help you move on."

"No," he protested.

He was in tears as he fell into my arms. I looked around the room. No one could see us, but I could see them all. It had been years since I had seen my parents. This wasn't going to be easy.

"We don't have to leave today. I am here to help you move on, get closure, and see that everything is going to be alright," I whispered.

"Jessica," he said, "I have to see my little girl."