We cried for a long while. Eventually my tears ran out and I couldn't cry any more. Not right now. We had to do something. Every time Jasper would look up, he'd see the sign on the door that marked the room as belonging to him and Alice and become even more pained. I figured we had to do something about that. I got an idea, and knowing that it would piss Alice off to no end helped to plug up the Swiss Cheese holes enough to make me functional.

Slowly I stood up, and grabbed the sign, chucking it down the hall with all of my might. My calm rage made Jasper look up, and watch what I was doing. I opened the door calmly, not wanting to destroy anything. Alice was right, I would feel guilty for that. Instead I settled for gutting the room of all of Alice's personal things, to give Jasper his own space. I knew the power of memories that objects could bring back. The room alone would be bad enough.

I knew the room well. I walked right to the closet and opened the door, deciding to start there first. By twos and threes I pulled the garment bags out of the closet and them on the set bed, knowing that not all of them were going to fit. Eventually Jasper got up to help. He started on the other stuff like the knick knacks that I had no idea who's were who's. He laid them in-between the clothes, making sure they were well protected from breakage. Despite how carefully he held the objects, I could feel the rage flowing off of him. He must have taken a page out of my book to get past the pain for now. When we were done, Jasper then yanked the very large and laden down bed out of the room, the garment bags hanging from the canopy swinging wildly.

It had taken a couple of hours, but now the room was completely gutted of her stuff, and looked very empty without it. Calmly Jasper walked down the hall and retrieved the sign I had thrown earlier. With a snapping sound, he broke it in half making it so instead of reading Alice and Jasper the two signs now read "Alice a" and "d Jasper" the "n" split evenly down the middle. Using a screw he reattached the "Jasper" half to his door, and then carefully set the "Alice" half on top of her garment bags.

Quickly I went into Edwards room, fortunately only my over-night bag and book report book were in there. Pulling Jasper along with me I went downstairs, not being able to stand being around the rooms anymore.

Jasper followed calmly though I could feel the pain rolling off of him. We sat on the couch, not sure of what exactly to do with ourselves. I hurt so much, but I couldn't comprehend what I wanted to do. It just wasn't in me. We ended up sitting at opposite ends of the couch just looking at each other, our backs to the armrests with our knees drawn up to our chests. Our faces were probably a mirror of each other's pain.

"Did it hurt this much last time?"

I didn't ask what he was talking about, I already knew. "Yes. Just as much."

"How did you make it through this? I feel so much pain and betrayal, coming from you, coming from me, how did you deal with it?"

"I didn't. Last time, I just shut down. I blocked it out, and it didn't work. I wasn't myself for months, finally Jacob Black started to help me. I was more myself around him. I wasn't totally alright until I got him back though. And this time, I don't- I don't think he's com- coming back." I said, finally starting to sob again, hiding my face in my knees.