I ran to the flower bed from my first vision. I had seen the attacker take her here. It was only a block from the coffee shop Jasper and I had met Lisa and Debbie at, the one the two of them had most likely gone to last night. Edward was at my side. "Careful, Alice." He was right, there were too many people on campus. I followed her scent a short distance, then it was gone.

"He carried her," I said. I closed my eyes. I couldn't see the past, only the future. There was very little she could see where she was. It was dark. Of course, it was night. I tried to force myself to see further. It wasn't something I did often. I usually let the visions come on their own, but I needed to see where she was in the daylight. A small stream of light came through a window. Debbie cowered, gagged, behind a shelf of books. The window was high on the wall.

"He can't honestly be keeping her in the library."

"It's a lower level," I pointed out to Edward. "And which library? How many are there on campus?" More than two. I thought there might be five.

"Seven," Edward answered me. That just made it more likely there was one with a dark hole for him to lock her in.

I saw him come for her. I saw his dark skin, his black hair. He slapped her and pulled her to her feet. He grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it from her. He reached under her skirt -

"I can't." He pinned her to the floor and opened his pants. "No, please." I watched her mouth open in a scream around the gag. He slapped her again, moving over her. He tore her bra and bit into her breast. "Please." He spat on her face and rolled her onto her belly. He flipped her skirt up. "Edward!"

"Look at me, Alice." I saw golden eyes through the vision. "We can still stop it, right?" The image changed as he said it. I jumped in through the window and untied Debbie.

This story is labelled complete. I thought, at this point, Jasper and Alice have fully integrated into the family, so the story I wanted to tell, has been told. I hate writing weddings. :p

"Right." I planned to go to Paterno and Pattee libraries. Edward nodded. "I'll hit two and meet you back here."

I came up empty. The lower level of Pattee was filled with students working on tables and in carrels. I walked through various doors, looking for a back room, but none were locked and all were lit.

At Paterno, I found a door labelled 'Staff Only' and broke the latch to enter. I found plenty of shelves, but I also found lights and librarians. I avoided them at first, checking empty rooms, but Debbie wasn't in any of them. When I came out, I was met by a matronly looking woman with her glasses on a chain around her neck. "And just what are you doing here?"

"Oh, wrong door, sorry." She narrowed her eyes, but I fled up the stairs before she had the chance to ask me another question. I returned to the flower bed outside in the quad. Edward approached from the direction of the science buildings.

"Nothing," he told me when he reached me.

Flash: Jasper attacking a man in his cell.

"We're out of time," I said in a dull voice.

Edward saw my plan as I made it. He didn't see anything to argue with. Except one point. "I'll get the files. You take the cells."

We walked as far as an alley and then ran for the police station. I met Edward again in the alley outside the precinct. We were outside a back had, of course, gotten here ahead of me.

"Go in. Ask to see him."

"Right." I walked to the front of the station and up to the desk. "Excuse me? My husband was brought in for questioning and hasn't come home yet. Is it possible to see him?"

"What is his name?" asked the man behind the counter.

"Jasper Cullen." He finally looked up.

"Cullen. Go to the end of that hall and ask for Sargent Pasco." He pointed.

"Thank you." I turned.

"Mrs. Cullen?" I looked over my shoulder. "He won't be going home tonight."

I tried to make my face look fearful. Then I skipped and tripped my way down the hall, hoping I looked distraught.

"Sargent Pasco?" I asked hysterically when I reached the end of the hall. It was the tall officer from the park. "My husband. Is he still here? Is he all right?"

"Mrs. Cullen. Yes, I'm afraid we have to detain him. We have had several witnesses who saw him with Miss Forsythe immediately before her disappearance."

"Jasper had coffee with her. She was interviewing him for a class paper. He watched her go. Can I see my husband?" I begged, knowing my account would mean nothing and not certain just how much time Jasper had left.

"Yes. I should warn you though. There are some... raucous men in there with him. Try not to be offended by them." He looked genuinely worried for me. Foolish man.

"Please," I begged again.

He led me down a stairwell. As soon as we hit the bottom stair the lights went out. I grabbed the keys from Pasco's belt, clubbing him on the head with a fist before running to the cell and opening the door. I closed and locked it again behind Jasper, dropping the keys beside Pasco as we ran back up the stairs. We ran out the back exit that Edward stood beside.

"Got it all?" I asked as we ran down a third alley.

"Yes. The only information they have on Jasper Cullen is what is still in their heads."

I came to a halt and turned to Jasper. "Go. Back to Hellertown. Get them ready to leave. I'll meet you in Montreal."

Edward watched the vision as it came. We would reunite there. We could stay in Canada for a time before moving on to wherever we went next. Denali, perhaps?

"You?" Jasper asked.

"I have to get Debbie. I don't want your name and face to stay with her case. They'll never stop looking for you. If she's found, you won't be. Now go." The sooner the better. The police could spread word fast. I turned to head back to campus. It was late enough now for most buildings to be closed and locked.

I saw Edward at my side. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Do you know which libraries I checked? Do you know where the others are?"

I rolled my eyes. I didn't want him connected to this either.

"I'm not. You are," he reminded me. "You are Mrs. Jasper Cullen."

Shut up and lead, Edward, I thought crossly. He brought me to the outside of one of the buildings. Wrong windows. He led me to another. This was a possibility. I kicked in one of the narrow glass panes and slid through. There were book shelves throughout the room. I listened for a heartbeat, sniffed for blood. Nothing.

"There's a door," Edward pointed out as he landed, then he was there opening it. I was at his side and stepping through. Another room, identical to this one. Still no sign of humanity. We checked four more rooms on the floor with no sign of Debbie.

"Come on," Edward urged. "We have one more to check. If she isn't there," he sighed, "we might have to let this go. It would mean she's in a library off campus. Could be anywhere, in the city or out."

He was right. "She will be in the next one," I declared. I could see the trouble that would follow us if we didn't rescue Debbie.

"How are we going to explain to her?" I asked. "She's going to wonder how we found her. How we can see her."

"We aren't going to let her see us. We're going to untie her and go, leaving the doors open. She can draw her own conclusions." He didn't look at me as he brought us to the last library. He kicked in the window this time.

"So much for her not seeing us," I muttered. The vision had come to me as he chose the window.

"Mmmm!" There was a muffled cry from below.

I shook my head and dropped into the room. I pulled the gag from her mouth. "Debbie? It's Alice. They think Jasper took you. We have to run. We can't let them investigate him." She would draw whatever she needed from that. That he had a record, probably. "But we couldn't leave you either. Can you find your way out of here?"

"Ye-es," she stammered.

"Do you know who did this to you?" I asked next.

"Yes, John." Her voice rasped and tears fell from her eyes. John from our study group. John from our Logic class. How many other girls had he done this to, I wondered. Well hopefully the police would find the answer to that. I snapped the tape holding her wrists and she put them to her face.

"You managed to free yourself, all right?" I told her. "You didn't see me. Thank you, Debbie. I am so sorry this happened to you." I jumped and grabbed the edge of the window, pulling myself out. She would have to use the doors.

"Foolish," Edward said.

"We couldn't leave her," I reminded him.

"We could have."

I shook my head. "They would have continued to search for Jasper. It's better this way."

"Well, there was one other benefit," he said slowly. I looked to him. "Because it was you, she was thinking about Jasper. He needs to be immersed in humans. She didn't think of it that way; she never guessed. But she wished she could tell you that."

"Immersed? Like completely surrounded? Why?"

"She refined her analysis. It isn't the unpredictability of the 'others' that is the problem. It's his inability to predict himself."

I thought on that. If he was completely surrounded by humans, more often, he would learn his reactions and be better able to control them. It made sense. Edward distracted me from my thoughts as we continued to make our way off campus.

"Montreal?" he asked.

"Yes. I want to honeymoon at the Chateau Versailles." I smiled. I watched the whole wedding play out in Mont-Royal Park. It was going to be beautiful. It would be a few weeks from now, when the day finally turned cloudy.

He laughed and we ran.