A.N.: Ha-ha. Don't worry, Eddie will come back into the picture soon. I need the Change Bella first, though. ;) I'm actually getting quite impatient, as well.

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I stepped out of the shower, shivering. Why I needed a shower in the first place was still a mystery, but I felt it better to just go along with whatever Emily says. I wrung out my still-damp hair, got dressed, and made my way back to my room.

The room didn't feel right. The walls were too white, the bed too big. Somehow, I didn't belong in this room. I found my self missing the tiny bedroom facing the yard, with the periwinkle walls, the old, pine dresser.

And the window, as well as the one who so often came through it.

I pursed my lips and took several deep breaths to clear my mind. Getting a book to read (and making sure it's nothing that will bring me more unnecessary thoughts), I plopped down on the springy bed.

Diving into Animal Farm, the book we were studying in school before I so rudely 'died', it was a while before I realized someone—or something— knocking on my window.

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Whoever it was knocked again, three firm raps on the glass. I hadn't the faintest clue who in the world it could be. After all, most of the world had thought me dead.

Then, I felt a thrill of anticipation… and fear. Could be…?

No. He said he wasn't coming back, and you know he's true to his word. My sub conscience remarked sarcastically. And don't get yourself hopeful, either. It'll just make it worse.

But I still had no clue who it was.

I pondered whether or not I should get Emily or someone else, but I decided against that. It's absurdly stupid, it's true, but I still had my pride, if nothing else. If it turned out to be nothing, I would've got them all worked up.

So I stepped cautiously towards the curtains. Pausing for the space of a heartbeat, I tore the curtains away in one swift jerk.

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A.N.: It's short again. Dx I'm gonna get mobbed one of these days.

I'll be sure to make the next one extra long (and pivotal:O ) to make up for it.