A new chapter already! Aren't I nice? :P JK. Thank you, again, to everyone who reviewed last chapter and this story! You make my day, you really do. :D I hope you like this one. I know it's a bit short, and the conversation isn't developed much, but they did just meet! There'll be more later, I promise! And now, enough of the cryptic weird clues, read on!

It wasn't like how people usually describe it in books. I didn't feel like I was falling down, or flying up, or surrounded by a rush of colour and sound.

Everything went very quiet, and I felt myself pulled forward by an irresistible force, even though Edward's hand really didn't have any substance. We glided through the doorway of the piano room, out through the hall of my house, downstairs, and out the door. But as we moved, the house didn't stay the same. Paint flashed on and off the walls, furniture disappeared and reappeared, getting more outdated every time. I even caught flashes of people walking through doorways, down halls - people who weren't my parents.

Then we were out the door, flying through the streets of Chicago. People walked, drove, and rode, up and down the streets, but backwards and sped up, like rewinding a film, and extremely fast. Their clothing, too, grew more outdated as we went along, the cars as well. I knew, somehow, that they couldn't see me.

Everything got progressively older-looking as we flew down the streets, and when I was abruptly set down, everyone was wearing clothes like those I had seen in films set during WW1, and I even caught a glimpse of a horse-drawn carriage turning the corner up ahead. 1918, I would bet anything.

I was in a busy street, not exactly sure where in town it was, as everything looked so different. Wooden and brick buildings lined the streets, mostly shops, though I could see a few that looked like houses. I was standing on a wooden sidewalk, right in front of a newsagent's with striped awnings, surrounded by people.

It was around then, when I got over the shock of suddenly being transported to 1918, that I panicked. I couldn't be in 1918! What would they think of a girl wearing denim shorts and a purple tank top standing in their midst?! But then I took a breath, and realized that no one was giving me funny looks. So was I invisible, then?

Just then, a man in a light suit who had been walking directly at me, swerved to avoid me, and touched his hat, nodding. Acknowledging my presence. So I wasn't invisible, then. I looked down, and realized that, while everything around me had been changing, so had I. I was now wearing a floaty, cream-coloured blouse tucked into a long, dark-blue skirt, and my hair was done up in braids.

I turned my head, then, to ask Edward how in the world he had done that, and realized he wasn't there. I whipped my head around to the other side, then frantically behind me. I searched the crowd in vain, but didn't see his peculiar bronze hair anywhere. Where had he gone?

Just then, a polite voice spoke from behind me. "Excuse me, Miss, are you lost?"

People were so polite back then, or, now, I thought with a shock. "Uh, no, just loo-", I started to say, but I turned around, to face the good samaritan who had asked, and it wasn't true anymore. "just new." I finished with a smile, turning to face him head on. That was easier than I'd hoped.

"You're new in town?" He smiled warmly.

"Yes. We just arrived, and I'm trying to get acquainted, but it's awfully confusing. . ."

"I could help, if you like. My name is Edward Masen, if you are in need of a tour guide?" Perfect.

"Yes, thank you! That would be lovely, if you have the time." I smiled and held out my hand. "I'm Isabella Swan", I added.

He surprised me then, by not taking my hand and shaking it as I had intended, but holding it delicately in his, and bringing it to his lips. "It's lovely to meet you, Miss Swan."

"A-and you" Was all I managed to get out.

"I was on my way to get the paper", he told me, smiling, and gesturing to the shop in front of us. "But I'll just be a moment, and then I could show you around, if you would like? Whereabouts are you living, what would you like to see?"

I was about to tell him my address, but then I realized that it would be the same as his, so I quickly changed my story. "I'm not actually living here, we're just visiting an aunt for a few weeks. I'm actually not sure of her address, but I remember the way back. I don't really need to know where things are, I'd just love to see the city. It's very beautiful, and I'm used to a much smaller town", I gushed, hoping it was convincing. What I really wanted was time to talk with him, to start to find out for him what he needed me to do.

People were a lot more friendly in 1918, I mused, as, less than ten minutes later, I was walking down a quiet street with Edward. It was very similar to the streets around my house, back in my time, more similar than I would have thought possible. The only real difference was that there were less cars, and they looked like, well, they were from 1918! so did the few people we passed. I had snuck a peak at Edward's paper when he bought it, and I saw that it was July 20th, 1918. Exactly the same as the date in my time, just many years earlier.

Up until this point, he had done most of the talking, telling me about the city, but now I needed to ask him questions, in order to be able to start helping him. I decided to begin with the things I already knew, because they were easy, and he needed to know I knew them. "So, you walk into town to get the paper every day?" I asked, trying to seem like I was just making casual conversation.

"Yes, every day." He answered, and there was that lovely, friendly smile again. "I like to keep up with the news."

"Why don't you just get it delivered?" I asked innocently. "Wouldn't that be easier?"

"Well," he began, looking slightly uncomfortable, "My parents do get it delivered. But I like to follow the war news, and my mother. . doesn't really approve. She doesn't want me to go. Father doesn't mind, he's proud. But Mother gets upset, so I don't like to make it too obvious what I'm doing."

"Oh. You're planing on joining up? Are you old enough?"

"No." He flushed slightly, "Not yet. I just turned seventeen in June." He admitted, "But I hear that they might lower the draft to eighteen soon. And who knows how long the war will go on for?"

I knew, that was who, but of course, I just answered "yes, who knows?"

We walked like that for a while, I'm not sure how long, just talking. We talked about our families (I made a lot of things up), and Edward told me more about his city. We didn't get too personal yet, after all - even though it felt like I'd known him much longer - we'd really only just met. I found myself wanting to know more, not just so I could help him, but because I was genuinely interested, and, on some level, I realized that that was dangerous, but I put it out of my mind. It was just so nice, walking in the sunlight with Edward, talking.

Too soon, I heard a voice in my ear, quiet and musical. "I think it's time to go now, Isabella"

I looked up at the sky then, because I wasn't wearing a watch, pretending I could tell what time it was from the position of the sun. "Oh! It's getting late, my family will really be wondering where I've got to!"

"Of course," He replied, but he looked sad to see me go as well. "Will I see you again, Miss Swan?"

"Cal me Isabella, please," I smiled. Isabella just seemed to suit this time better. "And yes, I would like that very much, if you don't mind."

"You know where to find me," he smiled. "Do you need help getting back?"

"No, I'm fine," I replied, and, with that, I was speeding away from him, but forwards now rather than back.

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