Chapter 4

"Thankyou for flying with Virgin America Airlines."

We were here. Walking on shaky legs, I followed Edward outside, where a row of cabs were waiting for passengers. I was jumpy, something that didn't pass Edward's notice, but I tried to keep calm. You're fine. You don't know anyone here. I was half expecting a black hoodie to jump out at any moment, or to see someone I knew. But of course, neither would be happening in an airport. It's who shows up at Upenn you have to worry about The voice in the back of my head whispered. I did not want to be here, at all. No turning back. You are Spencer Hastings, you've been through hell and back and survived. You can get through being near Rosewood.

Getting into the first cab available, we gave the driver our destination and headed off. We were staying in a motel near Upenn, where we'll walk over to the campus tomorrow, stay tomorrow night, and then head back the day after. With the wedding so close, we wanted to be back as soon as possible, so we could make sure everything arrived on time.

"Relax love," Edward murmured, placing his hand on my bouncing knee. "The meeting isn't until tomorrow. And you have nothing to worry about; they would have to be crazy not to let you in." Yeah, let Bella Swan in. Bella Swan wasn't admitted to an insane hospital. Bella Swan wasn't stalked and threatened for the past two years. Bella Swan was never framed for a murder that, despite being proven innocent, still leaves a stigma. Bella Swan never lied to authorities. Bella Swan never dated someone with a criminal record. And Bella Swan is currently living in Phoenix with her mother, staying under the radar to help Spencer Hastings pretend to be her. Yup, they will definitely let Bella Swan in.

I really need to bring out some Spencer for this trip.

Pulling on the most natural smile I could, I looked at my options. One, I could lie my way through, pretend to be Isabella and hope their records don't say anything about the real Isabella's residence. Two, I could try and go to this meeting without Edward, and apply as Spencer Hastings – after all, the meeting is not under my name. Three, I could tell Edward the truth. Four, I could turn around and head back to Forks. Unfortunately for my overworking mind, I already knew I could only choose from the first two choices. The question was; which one?

***NLMG***

Checking into the hotel, we brought our bags up and settled in for the night. Ordering some food for me, I helped myself to pizza, settling down on the couch, cuddled up next to Edward.

There wasn't much on TV, so we settled with the news. Hiding my eagerness to hear about the happenings going on near my home town, I hid part of my face in Edwards shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice my face's expression. I would have to tell him someday, but I'm hoping I won't have to tell him until it's past –A's lifespan.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I almost missed the news story. Frowning at the screen, which showed people loading a body bag into an ambulance, I nudged Edward. "Could you turn it up, please?"

It was a story on a murder in Rosewood. Listening intently, I shot straight up and gasped. Please, NO!

***NLMG***

Hanna's P.O.V

"Hey mom, can I borrow your car? I'm going to the mall and I don't want to catch a cab if I can help–" Picking up her handbag, I noticed a newspaper article underneath. Normally, the news doesn't bother me that much, however this newspaper, not only was it the Rosewood Observer, but the heading stuck out to me, ignoring my mom's footsteps coming downstairs, I took a closer look.

Found body identified!

The unidentified body found in the middle of the woods last week has now been identified. While police had believed the body belonged to Toby Cavanaugh, the man himself showed up unharmed, and the DNA results revealed startling information. Coming as a second heartbreak to this family, the body has been revealed to be Jason Dilaurentis. Police do not know who murdered the young man, however they believe it may be the same person who murdered Jason's younger sister, Alison Dilaurentis, two years ago. Miss Dilaurentis's murder is still unsolved. We will give you more details on the news tonight at 6:30.

Jason's dead. Alison's brother is dead. Spencer's half-brother is dead. Oh. My. God. This can't be happening.

"Do you need some cash for dinner or will you be home?" Mom froze as soon as she saw the article. "Where'd you find that?"

"I…um, I was looking for your car keys, and I um, found this."

"I was curious. Your father went down there a couple of days ago and heard about the body, so he emailed me the story. When they found out, he sent me that one."

"So that's why you were acting strange. You were looking up the murder." She sighed.

"Look Han, it'll be alright. So we'll hole up here a bit longer, it's not that bad of a place, is it?"

"Not if people are still being murdered." I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I-I gotta go."

"Hanna –" Whatever my mom was going to say was cut off by my slamming of the door.

***NLMG***

Pulling off to the side of the road, I took a deep breath. I'm okay. I'm safe. Whoever killed Jason is not –A. it's not related. I'm fine. My mother is fine. But it wasn't fine, and I knew it. And there was a high chance that –A killed Jason, but why? There were a lot of people that would make sense for –A to kill – not that I wanted them dead, but that they'd be a target for –A – but Jason didn't know anything. At least that's what you think. Too many questions were going through my head, and it was making my brain fuzzled.

How'd they kill him? Was it the same way Ali died? Or was it the way –A almost killed us the day before we were sent away? Did he know something important? Or was it a random murder? What does this person want or want to hide?

My phone beeped. Pulling it out, I froze.

Can't run forever Hanna, although you sure have tried.

Such a shame he had to die to get you to realize that.

Guess I'll have to see you at his funeral. Or someone else's.

Tick Tock.

-A

No. this cannot be happening to me. Crap. To say I sat there and screamed would be an understatement. I'm pretty sure my mom could hear me, and I had made it to the other side of town.

Can't run forever Hanna…guess I'll have to see you at his funeral. Or someone else's…-A. What does that mean? Did they kill someone else or are they planning to? Why would they have to kill someone else?

Have to see you at his funeral…or someone else's. Was someone else dead? Or were they going to kill someone if –

If I don't go back.

Tick Tock.

***NLMG***

Disclaimer: I do not own, or have any affiliation with the Twilight Saga, Pretty Little Liars Tv show, movies, and books, nor do I have any affiliation with their respective owners. This is a non-profiting story with a plot made up by me using a world created by Stephanie Meyer and Sara Shepard.