The wind rushed through Bella's hair, blowing it into her face. She reached up with her spare hand to brush it out of her face but as she did so, she managed to trip over her own feet. She could see the ground rushing towards her, but suddenly as she knew they would, Edward's hands gripped her waist and pulled her up and along. She soon regained her balance and Edwards released his hold on her waist, taking hold of her hand instead. The two of them ran together side by side with Carlisle and Esme in front of them, Jasper to the side of them and Rosalie and Emmet to the left of them.
Jasper was being extremely sullen, and wouldn't speak to Edward; he hadn't wanted to come on this trip, for a reason that Bella didn't know, and so he was in an exceedingly bad mood with Edward. Since becoming a vampire, Bella had become quite close to Jasper, and even closer after Alice's death. Bella had been afraid that Jasper would blame her, as she blamed herself, but he didn't. He blamed himself. However, after the first hundred or so years without her he had got happier, smiling for the first time since before she died and even occasionally cracking a smile.
They were on the way to see an old acquaintance of Edward and Jaspers. She didn't know anything about them except that he/she was a vampire too and he/she was the supplier of the miraculous potion that they take each month to stop them sparkling in the sun. Bella leant over to Edward and whispered, 'Is it far now?'
He smiled and pointed towards the horizon, 'No, about half an hour, look...'
She smiled back and looked ahead; she could see the high rise grey mass of London in the distance now, that she hadn't been able to see 3 minutes ago. She couldn't wait.