All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 7 - Jake's Junk

JACOB

I was ready to defend myself from my father's accusation. I didn't know how Bella knew where my room was, and I didn't understand why she felt so comfortable there, or why she wanted to be there just now. Bella started screaming my name like she was dying, so I ran to her side. She was curled into a ball in the middle of my queen-sized bed, so I had to crawl up next to her to let her know I was there. I was trying to think of what to say to her, when I tentatively touched her arm, and she seemed to relax instantly. She felt so cold to me, as she pulled me tightly against her, wrapping my arms snuggly around her.

"Just hold me. Please, just hold me," she begged.

I glanced over at the doorway where my father was, and he gave me a concerned nod of approval. I gently kissed her head, so she would know I would stay for as long as she needed. I'd had a crush on Bella Swan for as long as I could remember. But the last several years, I hadn't really seen her, and I was excited she'd moved back, even though I hadn't had a chance to catch up with her. I was shocked, when her friend, Alice, called me and told me Bella needed me. I thought it was some sort of trick, but Bella was never one to pull pranks, not ones that would hurt someone. Not like this. I didn't understand why this amazing girl had asked for me or insisted on being here right now. All I knew was she was upset, and for some reason, my arms brought her comfort.

I tried my best to keep it platonic, to not think of the way she kissed me. She had never kissed me before. Well, not since I was six, but she had kissed me tonight, as if I was an old friend, a lover, and it startled and scared me a bit. I knew then something was wrong, something was off with Bella Swan. I just hoped whatever it was, she would sleep it off.

As the morning light broke through the window, I was thinking my bed felt so much smaller with a girl in it. In the middle of the night, I'd snuck out of her grasp for a moment to change into something more comfortable. Jeans were just so uncomfortable to sleep in, and I realized this would be the case for her as well. I carefully set a pair of sweats and a t-shirt next to her, just in case she woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to change. She was sound asleep now against my chest. She still felt cold to me, but my t-shirt seemed to cling to her, her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I couldn't understand how someone so cold could be sweaty. I myself was feeling hot and had abandoned my shirt in the middle of the night. Her little sweaty body had caused my shirt to stick to me, so I had removed it, tossing it on the floor next to me.

I was sure that her being all sweaty was a sign she would be all right, like when a fever broke. It made sense; that was until she woke up and kissed my chest. Shit. Sweaty yucky girl, sweaty yucky girl, I chanted in my head. God, please, don't let me get a boner with her next to me. I was only wearing sweats, so there would be no hiding it, and I was suddenly wishing I had on jeans again. She sat up and looked at me. She looked a little worried. I tried, I really tried not to look down past her face, but I did, seeing my sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her breasts, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and went back to praying. Please, no boner…please, no boner...

It didn't help that she slid her arms across my chest and laid back down, pressing her unrestrained breasts into me. No boobies, no boobies, don't think boobies...

"Jake? Are you feeling okay?"

It took me a moment to find my voice, clearing it before I spoke. It seemed to come out much deeper than I expected, and I really hoped she didn't laugh at me or think I was trying to do it on purpose.

"Yeah, Bella, I'm okay. Are you alright? You seem kind of cold."

She laughed at me. I knew it, I sounded like an idiot.

"I always seem cold to you, wolf man."

Wolf man? She had a name for me? Why wolf man? She whacked my chest playfully as she said it.

"Wolf man, huh?"

"Of course, silly, what else would I call you?"

"Um, I don't know."

And I didn't, but this line of questioning was not distracting me from my sudden morning hunger. God, I felt like I hadn't eaten in years. My stomach growled, and she laughed at me.

"Let me make you some breakfast, Jake. It's the least I can do for you coming and saving me."

She got up off the bed and walked over to her pile of clothes on the floor. There was a black lacy bra on top, and I prayed my mind would not try and imagine her wearing the matching underwear. Please, God, no boner...

"I need a shower. You mind if I take one first?"

"Um, yeah, that's fine."

She opened the cabinet in the hall and pulled out a towel. How did she know they were there? She disappeared into bathroom without me telling her which door to go in. I heard the water running, and then, my dad rolled up to my doorway. His eyes widened in shock. Shit, he was going to think something had happened, because I wasn't wearing my shirt.

"I swear, Dad, nothing happened last night. We just slept. I was just hot, that's why I took my shirt off."

I picked up my shirt off the floor and held it up for him; it was still damp with Bella's sweat.

"Jake, are you feeling alright?"

Now, he just confused me.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine. I'm a little worried about Bella, though, she feels so cold to me, and she's covered in sweat. I'm not sure how that's possible."

"You feel hot?" he asked, not sure of himself. I felt warm, but not really hot, so I shrugged.

"Come here, Jake."

I stood up off the bed and looked down. Something wasn't right; maybe whatever had caused Bella to go crazy was catching, because I suddenly felt way bigger and taller than I should have been. My dad noticed the worried look on my face.

"It's alright, Jake, just come here. Let me feel your head."

He talked to me as if he was trying to calm a wild animal, which was ridiculous. I was worried, but not really upset. I bent low, so he could feel my head, and he inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply.

"You're the one who's hot, Son. You were making her sweaty. I'm sure she's fine, but she needs to go home now."

My heart fell a little at the last part. My stomach growled loudly.

"But she was going to make me breakfast. Please, let her stay to do that."

"Jake, I don't think it's safe for her here right now."

"Safe? She's perfectly safe, what on earth would hurt her?"

"You."

"What? Don't be ridiculous. I'd never hurt her."

It irritated me, the way he had accused me last night, and now this. What was his deal, why wouldn't he just shut up? I'd sworn I had done nothing, and he was all over me.

"She has to leave, Jake."

"No!" I snapped. I wanted to make sure she was okay before she left, and even though she seemed better, I hadn't really had a chance to talk to her. I wanted the chance to talk to her, maybe spend the day with her. I wasn't going to let my dad take that from me.

"You need to go outside, Jake, and cool down; you're not safe to be around. I'll call Charlie to come pick her up."

That was it. I'd had it with him and his not safe!

"I AM SAFE! I'll take her home when I'm ready, NOT Charlie!"

My body was shaking hard, and Billy just rolled back down the hall, his eyes wide.

"Jake, take it outside. It's not safe to be upset with Bella in the house."

His words sent me over the edge, and I felt like my skin exploded off of me. I heard a deep growl emanate from somewhere, and I looked for where the noise had come from. I realized then that it was coming from me. I started to look at myself, and panic set in. I was covered in hair, lots of it. In the midst of all this fighting, I had not heard Bella shut off the water, and I freaked when she opened the door. She was only wearing a towel. God, she was going to freak out and run. I heard Billy call for her, but she didn't change her focus, she looked me directly in the eyes. She looked…disappointed?

"I thought I heard a growl. Really, Jake, I thought you had better control of your temper." She walked slowly up to my face, watching my eyes carefully.

"Jake, honey, why don't you settle down, okay? I'll get you some breakfast."

She gentle reached up and petted my muzzle, as if it was something she'd done a thousand times before. Each stroke seemed to radiate peace, and I felt myself relaxing into her touch.

"See, that's a good wolfy. Come on, baby, come back to me, so I can feed you breakfast, I know you must be starving now."

I felt my body shifting back to the way it was before. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on her touch. I found myself leaning into her and wrapping my arms around her. I felt a gentle kiss on my lips.

"All better?"

I looked down at her deep brown eyes. Yes, everything was perfect, I thought. Then, the feel of her towel against my bare skin registered, and I realized I was naked. I jumped back and tried to cover myself with my hands, and she just laughed.

"Jake, don't be silly, it's nothing I haven't seen before!"

I saw my dad's mouth drop open behind her, as I turned to slink off into my bedroom. She whacked my bare behind.

"Quit acting so shy and hurry up and get dressed!"

I looked over my shoulder to see her go back into the bathroom. I quickly tried to throw on my clothes, but my shirt was too tight now, and the pants I was going to wear were not cutting it, so I put on my stretchy summer shorts that were in the bottom of the drawer. I hoped it wouldn't be too cold today. I came out into the hallway and looked down at the remnants of my sweatpants, trying to figure out what had happened. She stepped out of the kitchen and opened another hall closet and pulled out the broom and dustpan. Again, how did she know it was there?

"Here, clean it up."

I noticed as she approached that something didn't smell right. She smelled sickly sweet, and it kind of hurt my nose. I felt my body start to shake again, and she noticed.

"What is it now, Jake?"

"You smell funny."

She rolled her eyes, as if she had heard this a million times.

"Really, Jake, after what I went through last night, you're going to play the 'you stink like vampire' card?"

"What?"

Okay, she was still nuts.

"They haven't been at their house in years!"

She lifted her shirt to her nose and inhaled. She seemed to enjoy what she smelled, but my shaking wouldn't stop.

"Bells, um…"

How did you tell someone to back up, because their smell might make you explode into a hairy monster? She looked at my shaking body.

"Fine. I'll change. Go outside and get some air!"

She seemed annoyed, but she understood. She really was an odd girl. I felt the crisp air in my lungs, but it didn't seem to bother my skin. My father was waiting on the porch for something, but he didn't say what. Then, I saw a man break through the trees.

"Jacob Black," he called to me. He only wore a pair of shorts, no shoes, and no shirt; the winter air didn't seem to bother him, either. "Your father tells me you've phased."

I looked at my dad; he was still watching the man approach from across the field.

"I, too, have undergone the change. I'm the first of your pack."

"Pack?" My dad looked up at me when I said the words; his face was locked, not completely stern, but not smiling. He was proud?

"Dad, what's going on?"

"You remember the legend of the wolf?"

It took me a moment, but suddenly, it clicked; the tribal legend of our people being shapeshifters. My eyes flew open wide.

"What? That's real?"

My dad gave me one swift nod, and then, I heard Sam's voice next to me. He was standing at the front of the porch.

"It's real, Jacob Black, you're a descendant of Ephraim Black, and I'm of the line of Uley, so we change. There may be others; we have to watch for signs."

He looked pained for a moment, and then, he spoke again.

"How did you calm down so fast?"

I wondered if he'd taken longer, and I thought he probably had. He probably didn't have someone like Bella.

"Bella," was all I said, and he looked at me confused. The smell of bacon was thick in the air, and then, Bella opened the door.

"Oh, hi, Sam, you going to join us for breakfast?"

She knew Sam? How did she know Sam? I barely knew Sam.

Sam looked at her with a raised brow, and then he said, "Sure?" like he wasn't sure.

She went back inside to set the table, and my father waved us off to go in. Apparently, he had already eaten. Bella had set the table for three, and I wondered how good her hearing was that she knew Billy wasn't joining us.

"So, um, Bella, how do you know Sam?"

She looked up at me, shocked and annoyed.

"What? Jake, are you feeling alright? You know I know he's part of the pack. What's your deal this morning? You sure are acting strange."

I noticed Sam shift uncomfortably, when she mentioned the pack. I decided to play off it. "I am feeling a little off today."

"Well, I figured that out, when you got all shy and covered your junk this morning. Really," she rolled her eyes. Sam looked at me in surprise. I just shrugged.

"Just talk to me about the pack, it'll make me feel better," I encouraged.

She looked up at me with concerned eyes, and then, she took a deep breath. "Fine, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Everything, from beginning to end, you know I find your voice soothing."

She gave me a sweet smile; she had to know the last part to be true, the way she seemed to calm me so easily.

"Alright, well, you, Sam, Embry, Quil, Paul, Seth, Leah…" I noticed Sam flinch at Leah's name, but Bella continued, "Collin, Brady, and…oh heaven's, my mind is getting fuzzy this morning. I can't remember the rest, but they make up your pack. You protect humans and hunt vampires you insist stink," she motioned to her clothes in my room. "I really think you do play that up a bit much," she said, as she scooped some more egg into her mouth and looked over to Sam. I followed her gaze, expecting him to say something, like she was crazy, but he didn't.

"No, they do stink, bad, and they burn my nose," Sam insisted.

My mouth dropped open. Was he insane, too? It was then I noticed Sam sniffing towards my room.

"Was there one here last night? I thought I caught traces of one."

"No, that was just me. I was out at the Cullen's place, and Jacob picked me up."

Sam's eyes flew open wide, and then, they narrowed on me.

"You went to the Cullen's?"

"I…I didn't know, some girl named Alice called and told me to pick up Bella; she didn't tell me her last name."

I chanced a look over at Bella, and she was frozen stock still. Shit, I'd broken her again.

"Bella? Bella, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Sam asked, concerned.

I couldn't figure out why he was concerned. Yeah, they gave me the creeps, but I didn't think they would hurt her.

Bella narrowed her eyes at Sam. "You know they'd never hurt me!" she snapped and stormed off to my room, slamming the door.

"Great," I muttered to myself.

"Something's not right with her," Sam said.

"You think?" I got up, annoyed.

I was going to go check on her, when he grabbed my shoulder.

"You're young, you shouldn't get too close to that smell; you might hurt her."

Billy had come in, when he'd heard Bella slam the door. "Is everything alright?"

I scratched the back of my head; I didn't know what to say. No one was hurt, but Bella wasn't alright.

Sam spoke first. "You need to remove the clothes she wore with the smell. They'll set Jake off."

My dad nodded and wheeled down the hall. He opened the door to see Bella crying into her shirt.

"Bella?" my dad tried to speak soothingly, "Bella, honey, I need the clothes you wore last night, the smell is making it difficult for Jake."

Angrily, she snapped them at my dad, throwing them at him, and then, when her face met his, and she saw what she had done, she looked like she went into shock.

"He's not here, he's not here, he's not here," she muttered over and over.

I groaned, as my dad rolled away. Sam looked at us, thoroughly confused.

"She was like that when I picked her up last night."

My dad was shoving the offensive-smelling clothes into a plastic bag, when Sam blurted out, "He went to the Cullen's place last night."

My dad's eyes went wide. "Are you alright, Son?"

"Yes, fine, why? Why is everyone acting all weird? It's not like they're real vampires, that's…"

I was about to say that was just a stupid legend, but I stopped mid-thought, remembering suddenly Bella and Sam's exchange. I looked at Sam. He just nodded at me.

"They're not…I mean, not really, right?" I asked.

"Yes, they are, and you going over there was probably what set off your change. It usually takes longer, a week at least. I wonder what set it off so fast. I mean, they're usually so careful about distancing themselves, so you likely didn't come in direct contact with them or anything, right?"

I remembered specifically shaking an older tall blond man's hand, when he answered the door. It did feel unnaturally cold, but I didn't think anything of it at the time, and then, there was the little bouncy Alice chick. She had tapped my bare shoulder, when Bella had shocked me with a kiss. I rubbed my eyes. Maybe this was just a crazy dream.

"Jake!" Sam's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Did they touch you directly last night?"

I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck.

"Yeah, I kind of shook one of their hands, and then, one of them tapped me on the shoulder to let me know it was time to go."

My dad spoke next. "That must've been what rushed the change."

Sam nodded at him in agreement.

"It still doesn't explain how Bella knew it was Jake or why she could calm him down." We all looked at my door, wondering about the curious girl behind it.

"No, she seems to know too much. According to her, the pack will grow quit large, but she could be wrong; she may be mental; she named Leah Clearwater as one of the wolves. She's a descendant, but she's a female. Never in our history has that ever happened. She may just be crazy, but she can't be allowed to leave, not spouting the stuff she is."

My eyes narrowed at Sam. I wanted Bella to stay, but I wasn't about to hold her prisoner. "We need to find out what's going on with her, before she goes anywhere."

My dad added, "I'll call Charlie and tell him you ran into Bella in town, and that she'll be hanging out here. I don't feel comfortable keeping this from my friend; he'll be okay with her being here."

We all nodded in agreement. Bella was Charlie's daughter first to my dad, and I knew he would help me protect her.

Sam headed for my bedroom door, and I followed close behind. My dad's wheelchair didn't fit through this doorway, so he went to go call Charlie and left us to Bella. Sam spoke first.

"Bella? Are you alright?"

His words seemed to break through whatever she was lost in for a moment.

"Sam!" Her face lit up with recognition.

She turned to me, and then, she reached her hand out for me. I took it and sat down next to her. She curled her body into my lap, tucking herself into me, as if she'd done it a million times before. In a strange way, it felt natural, almost familiar. Sam noticed our closeness. "Bella, what's your relationship with Jake?"

"I suppose he's still my best friend."

"Still?"

"Well, yes, we may have been closer for a few years, but since he imprinted on Nessie, I'm okay with being his friend, he knows that, I understand what happened was out of his control."

Sam shot a pointed look at me. I had no idea what Bella was talking about. What did she mean by closer, and who was this Nessie? She had mentioned her last night.

"Bella, I know you haven't been feeling well, so can you tell me what year it is?" Sam asked carefully.

She looked annoyed. "It's 2028."

I gasped. What the hell? She said it was nearly twenty years later than it actually was.

Sam held his calm expression. "Yeah, that's right."

I looked at him, shocked. Was I the crazy one?

Sam continued his line of questioning. "Bella, I know this is hard on you, but could you please tell me about the Cullen's?"

Bella's chest heaved, as if she was preparing herself, and she pressed a little deeper into my arms.

"Okay, they were my friends; they saved me from James, killing him when he tried to kill me." She gently stroked her wrist, but when I looked at where she touched, there was nothing there. "You know, Victoria's mate," she added.

Sam just nodded, and I wondered if he did know.

"Edward," she choked on the name as she spoke it. You could almost feel the pain radiate off of her. I wanted to make Sam stop, but his stern look told me he was going to push forward with this. "He, he didn't love me, so they left. He left me my senior year, and they haven't been back since."

The pain was evident on her face; I could almost feel it myself.

"He didn't want me anymore," she whispered softly. It was like a black whole of despair sucking in my soul. How could anyone not want her?

"So, you were what to him, before he left, Bella?" Sam pushed, and I wanted to tell him to stop.

"He was my boyfriend."

I saw Sam stiffen, he didn't like that idea.

"Are we done, Sam? I don't want to talk about him anymore," she softly whimpered out.

"That's fine, how about we talk about Jacob here. He needs some refreshing this morning; he's acting like it's his first day as a wolf."

She laughed, and I was glad that, for a moment, her mood was lighter. She smiled up at me. "He is acting funny."

Sam gave her a big smile to encourage her to speak. "Tell us about your relationship, how did it start?"

"You know that, Sam, you have the pack mind, reading each other's thoughts in wolf form and all," Bella laughed.

Sam looked surprise for a moment, but he quickly smoothed his face. "Of course, but tell us, just for fun."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, okay, I got a couple of motorcycles I needed help with, and Jake here, the magical mechanic he is, got the pieces of crap running, and he taught me how to ride. He hung out with me and tried to help me get over him."

We knew she was talking about Edward.

"It was just natural for us to get closer over time, and then, when the packed saved me from Laurent and then Victoria, I guess it was just natural for my feelings for him to get deeper."

"How much deeper?"

"Sam!" she yelled, shocked. "I'm not giving you the sordid details of my sex life. Besides, you probably got most of it from Jake at the time. It just wouldn't be right to discuss it here, now that he's with Nessie."

"Oh." Sam looked at me a little shocked, but I thought the shock on my face would have trumped his any day.

"Where is Nessie, anyway?" she asked suddenly.

"Um, shopping," Sam thought fast. Shopping was totally a normal girl thing to be doing.

"Oh, are her and Emily out buying stuff for the baby?"

"The baby?" Sam asked nervously.

"Yes, silly, Emily said she'd go with Nessie to help her get what she needs for the baby."

Did she say baby? I was going to have a baby with someone named Nessie? She had to be nuts.

"How is Emily doing?" Bella asked Sam.

"Emily is…" he ran his hand through his hair nervously, "She's going to be okay."

Bella gave him a big smile. Who was Emily, and why did it upset Sam so much?

"Good, I know she's been busy helping out with Quil and Claire's wedding."

Her smile seemed to falter. I noticed in this future of hers, everyone had someone but her.

"Who are you seeing, Bella?" I asked.

She gave a nervous chuckle. "You know I don't date, what did Paul say, once you go pack you never go back?" she laughed blackly, and then, she got up off my lap. "You know I'm alone."

Her hand went to her arm, and I noticed for the first time the stitches and the giant gash. How on earth had I missed that? "What happened to your arm, Bella?" I asked, and I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jake. Um, I need to go home." She headed out the door, and we followed. She stopped on the porch, when she realized she didn't have a car. "Can you give me a ride home?"

"Yeah, Bella, no problem." I grabbed the keys, and Sam took them from me. Apparently, he knew I didn't have a license. We started into town, when Sam broke the silence.

"Can you give me direction to your house? I can't remember how to get there on the streets."

"Yes, I suppose you only know the way to my house through the woods."

Why would Sam know how to get to her place through the woods? She gave him directions, and he was following them, but she looked a little distressed, when the last road we turned on ended up being a dirt road that led out into the woods. We stopped in a clearing, and she got out.

"This, this, this isn't right, this is not right," Bella stammered, in a panic. She was looking around frantically, as she ran up the road to the street sign. She stared at it, shaking her head, as if she was trying to make something appear. She looked back at Sam and me standing in the clearing and came running back up to me.

"Jacob! Jacob! What's today's date?" she asked with wide, frightened eyes. "What year is it?"

That seemed to be the million dollar question today. I didn't want to upset her, but I had to tell her the truth.

"It's 2008, Bella."

BELLA

Jake was acting weird this morning, but I tried to brush it off. I was feeling better after some sleep, and I was trying hard not to think too much about anything. My hallucinations last night had been so real it scared me. I was afraid I was going to lose it again.

Jake asking how I knew Sam was weird. What was he playing at? Was he trying to make me crazy? Maybe he was the one feeling off; he was acting strange this morning. He answered, a little unsure of himself, admitting that he was feeling strange. I wondered what was really going on in his head. Crazy wasn't catching, was it?

When it was mentioned that Jake had gone to the Cullen's house, Sam went nuts. Why would he care if Jake went there? The place was abandoned. It was on one of their patrol routes for heaven sakes, but the words that came out of Jake's mouth were what floored me. He claimed he didn't know who Alice was and that she was a Cullen. What the hell were they playing at?

I couldn't handle it, I had to get away from them, but I was afraid to go too far, afraid I might lose myself again, so I retreated to Jake's room, slamming the door behind me. I found my shirt and brought it to my face. It did smell like the Cullen's. I didn't understand how it could after all these years. Their place still held their smell, and I took it in, almost daring my hallucinations to start, hoping once again to see Edward. I flinched internally, as I thought his name. He had felt so real last night, and I couldn't restrain the tears. I heard a voice asking for my clothes. Apparently, the scent of them was irritating the wolves in the house. Figured, stupid wolves! I threw my clothes towards the voice and turned to yell at them, but I stopped, shocked to see it was my hallucination of Billy, he had returned again.

I reminded myself over and over that Billy wasn't really there, hoping to get my grip back on reality. I looked up, and he was gone, the door was closed again, but my shirt was still missing, and I wished I had it, so I could inhale the Cullen's again.

I heard Sam's voice, and I looked up and saw him come in. He looked just as he should. Maybe I wasn't completely insane. Jacob stepped in behind him, and I reached out to pull him to me. I needed him to help me stay grounded. I curled up in his lap, finding some peace.

Sam asked another odd question about my relationship with Jake. What was he getting at? Did he think we were having an affair or something? I needed him to know that I understood imprinting. I would never do anything to get between him and Nessie.

Then, he asked me what year it was, and I told him. Really, what was his deal? Then, he asked me to talk about the Cullens, and I wanted to cry. My chest ached to hear their name out loud, but he looked serious, so I agreed. I asked questions about Nessie, and though Sam answered, it seemed he really didn't know what he was talking about, which was very strange.

I wondered how Emily was doing. I knew her arthritis had been acting up lately, so I asked how she was, since the whole baby thing was throwing Sam for a loop. I mean, really, Nessie was eight months pregnant, pretty hard to miss that. Sam said she was okay, but his answer said otherwise. I hoped Emily was coping okay and gave him a smile of encouragement.

I remembered her telling me about how, after making several bags of seeds to throw at Quil and Claire's wedding, her hands hurt, and I wondered again if she was doing alright. It was hard to think of their wedding, everyone so happy together and me alone, but I could be happy for them. Then, Jacob's words hurt more than I thought they could. He knew I was alone, so why was he rubbing it in?

I needed to go home. I didn't know if I could handle seeing Jake and Sam with Nessie and Emily. I looked at my arm, and I wondered how my attempt to kill myself had been thwarted. I saw the stitches, but I knew they couldn't have been done by Carlisle; no, I must have been really out of it not to remember what had happened. I was alone, the Cullen's were gone, and apparently, so was my mind.

I asked them to take me home, and Sam agreed. I went to the door and hurried out to the front porch, but I realized my car wasn't here. I cursed silently; I knew I must have been out of it, because I had no clue where my car was just now. I found it odd that Sam drove instead of Jake. I tried not to think on it too much; I was barely hanging on as it was. Sam broke the silence, asking for directions by street. He seemed to know just where I lived from my directions, so I decided to doze off in the backseat, as last night's bout of insanity had really taken a lot out of me. I felt the road change and opened my eyes, confused. There were no dirt roads in my directions. I sat up to see where we were. It all looked familiar, but wrong at the same time. Something wasn't right.

Please, don't let me be losing it again.

I ran up to the street sign on the corner, this couldn't be right. It was my street, and the Haney's house was still there across the way, but my apartment building was missing. The street was unpaved, and the rest of the buildings that surrounded mine didn't even look like they had ever been built. How could it be? I tried to put together all my insane thoughts, tried to puzzle piece them right. Was I lost in time? Was I standing here before my apartment building had ever been built?

It couldn't be. I was dreaming, I had died at thirty-eight years old. This just couldn't be happening.

Jake shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to answer, when I asked what the date and year was. He looked at Sam, and then, he answered, proving I had totally gone insane.

"It's 2008, Bella."

Oh no…