I walked off the airplane and plopped right down on a chair. "Finally, I'm home," I thought to myself. My plane had just landed in London. For the past...few years, I had been living in a small town in Washington called Forks. I lived with a...well, let me just be frank. I have been living with a coven of vampires, because I'm a vampire. Anyways – as I lifted myself off the chair all I could think of was him. The only person in my old life that I know is still alive. Oh, and there's one more thing you should know, I'm forever and always, fourteen. I left the airport as quickly as possible and headed out into the street. I decided to see my old house, even though it would probably just depress me. I was right. Of course a new family was living there. I looked in the window to the kitchen, and so many memories came into my head: my mom, my sister, and my little dog. I began to tear up. I turned to run, but I stopped myself. I was done running. I headed over to the park to calm myself down. I was practically dying of thirst, and I'm not talking about water. There was a man thin the corner, but I wouldn't. Not after all the time I spent training with the Cullens. But the nearest forest seemed so far. My mind was going at about a hundred miles an hour. Then I heard it, and everything stopped. My heart began to pound...no wait; my heart would have begun to pound, if I had a heart. I began to run towards that oh so familiar sound. I stopped, as the magical blue box appeared, seemingly out of thin air, right in front of me. A man came out of it. HE seemed startled to see me right in front of him. Then he smiled. I hoped I wasn't tearing up, because even though he had a new face, I could still recognize the Doctor's smile anywhere. "Hi," I said, weakly. "Hi," he replied. Then we both began to laugh, and hug each other.