"Should we tell them? Carlisle sounded like a pretty understanding guy in the books." He must have seen something on my face, because his eyes widened and his brow furrowed, eyes focusing intently on my face. "You did read the books, didn't you?"

I hesitated. "I . . . haven't exactly finished the last one. Erm, Breaking Dawn."

Rob sighed impatiently, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think the first thing we need to do is find out where we're at in the story."

"Well, Renesmee is still little," I offered.

Two seconds passed, and his eyes lit up. "I have an idea."

"And?" I prompted.

"And I'm still thinking."

I pursed my lips and passed what seemed like hours studying his calculating face, until his expression finally lightened and he looked me in the eyes. "Come with me."

-.-.-.-

"Okay . . . I think we're here." He walked out into the clearing we had stopped at.

"What's 'here' and why are we there?"

He laughed at my convoluted sentence. "Ah . . . spoiler alert, Benjamin causes an earthquake at the end of the book. If the crevice is still here I shall be able to confirm that it's post-Breaking Dawn."

". . .Clever. Who's Benjamin?"

He ignored my question. "It should be right . . . about . . . here?" He looked down to his feet, staring at the ground with his arms held wide open. "Did I take a wrong turn?"

"Or, we could just still be in the story."

He turned to me. "It's possible, but it's also possible that I just came to the wrong clearing."

"So, what happens at the end of the book? Is one of us . . . going to die?" I cringed.

"No, no!" he answered. "Nobody dies. Stephenie is too much of a wuss to kill anyone off." He grinned. "Needs to give everyone a happy ending."

"So what happens with Jacob? Is he still depressed? Did he imprint?"

"How much did you even read?" His expression questioned both my intellect and character.

"I left off at . . . I think it's when Edward and Bella are back at the big house and she meets Renesmee. Something about Jacob not wanting to let go of . . ." My face filled with understanding. "Ah," I choked. "Renesmee."

He snickered. "Yes. Renesmee."

"Renesmee?" I felt the need to make sure, again, that I had heard right. "Isn't she, like, a baby?"

"You should have paid more attention to Eclipse!" he shouted, now defensive. "Quil imprints on a girl named Claire. She was two when it happened."

"That's . . . what?"

"It's not like that. It's not always romantic, like with Sam and Emily." He looked deep into my eyes. "He'll be whatever she wants. A friend, a lover, a brother, or he'll stay away, if that's what she wants. Gravity doesn't hold him to the earth. She does."

When I caught my breath, I looked at my feet. "That's really sweet."

"Yeah, I know. It'll give you diabetes."

I laughed loudly, raising my head. "You're weird."

"You're weirder."

"We're both very weird," I suggested. "So now what?"

A/N: READ ME! READ ME! READ ME! READ MEEEE!
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NOTE from when I popped in to re-upload (when I realized a mistake and had to fix it)- Calyn told me to put the following at the bottom of this chapter.
[Calyn says: You might as well give up on trying to get no squee-reviews, Lily. I almost gave you one.]
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