They got home about 5 o' clock and Carlisle asked Elizabeth, "would you like a tour of the house?" Elizabeth nodded. Carlisle showed her the house; it was quite large with 8 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, a sitting room, 5 bathrooms, and a kitchen. When they got back to the main living room, Carlisle said, "Esme could tell you the history of this place, the year it was made, who lived here, what's original, what's been updated, all those sort of things. " He smiled and then continued talking, "I find it interesting but I don't think I could ever make a living with it. History is more of, a side hobby of mine. I prefer more on the history of cities, how countries started, myths, that sort of thing. Jasper could tell you all about how various empires rose and fell, all of the major wars, that sort of thing. He wants to join the army when he's done with school." He looked at Elizabeth. She was looking around nervously with her hands in her pockets. Carlisle looked at her and said, "You don't have to be scared about anything. No one is going to hurt you and this is your home too. We want you to feel welcome." She nodded and gave him a sad smile.

Carlisle looked at her concerned and asked, "What's wrong?" He then walked towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." She avoided his eyes as she said this. Carlisle replied calmly "Something's wrong. You won't look at me and you gave me such a sad smile before." Elizabeth looked at him and Carlisle could see a few tears running down her face. She wiped the tears away and said, "I'd rather not talk about it." Carlisle nodded and pulled her into a hug and whispered, "If you need to talk I'll always be here to listen." Elizabeth was a first very tense, not use to anyone ever showing her any physical signs of caring, and then she hugged him back and nodded. She whispered back, "thank you."

Elizabeth then pulled away and ran to her room. Carlisle was stunned and then quickly followed her. He tried to open the door but found it was locked; he could hear Elizabeth sobbing inside. "Elizabeth, let me in." Carlisle sounded worried but Elizabeth replied, "Please, just leave me alone. I'm fine, really." But the sobs continued and Carlisle felt helpless. He asked her repeatedly for about 10 minutes for her to let him in. He didn't know what to do; did he break down the door and risk having her discover the family's secret, did he leave her be? He leaned against the door for a few minutes and the sobs became quiet and the time in between each one longer. Carlisle said, "Elizabeth, if you need or want me, I'll be in the living room." A quiet, sad voice replied, "Alright, but I'm fine." Carlisle then went and sat down on the couch; he put his head in his hands. He heard Alice come rushing down the stairs and he turned to look.

Alice had a very frightened look on her face and she said quickly, "Carlisle, go to Elizabeth. Now! She's harming herself."

Carlisle registered this and then ran to her room. He started banging on the door. "Elizabeth, if you don't let me in your room in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to break down the door." 10, long seconds passed. Nothing. Carlisle pushed in the door and got in. Elizabeth wasn't in her bedroom and then Carlisle looked in her bathroom. On the floor was Elizabeth with a sewing needle in her left hand, her right wrist covered in blood. She looked up at him and continued sobbing silently. Carlisle grabbed a towel, sat down on the ground next to her, and pressed the towel on her wrist. He put his other arm around her and pulled her into a hug and started rocking her to calm her down.