Edward's POV:

So close, I thought. Just a couple more minutes and we would be entering the small town of Forks. The trip had actually only taken twenty minutes; each minute passing with my mind racing quickly through all the possibilities of what Bella would be doing. Had Alice's vision already happened? I quickly pressed down on the gas pedal again, completely flooring it. I heard Alice in the seat next me think, "Edward, you need to relax. Please. It'll all be okay". I hoped to God that she was right.

"Edward, we're here," Jasper whispered urgently from the backseat.

"Alice, can you see anything?" I asked Alice furiously, hoping that she could see something, anything! I waited anxiously as Alice's face slowly became blank and her eyes glazed over, which I took to mean that she was seeing the future.

"It's still the same," Alice responded sadly.

All of a sudden, a deafening of motorcycles was heard approaching us. It was like thunderclaps or the sound of two vampires colliding. Alice, Jasper, and I watch in awe as six motorcycles jumped over our cars. All you could see through the black night was the glint of headlights on metal as each motorcycle passed overhead. I heard Alice's thoughts, How come I hadn't seen this? Who are they?

Alice POV:

This was all so frustrating! Of course I couldn't see anything because Bella was already…gone, but I was literally blind!

I couldn't see what they were doing with Bella's body; I couldn't see when the funeral was, nothing.

The only future I could see was a faint glimpse of a black-haired vampire smiling at me. Jasper and I could not make anything out of it. How did this vampire relate to Bella?

This was why I was currently sitting in the Forks' library searching for news on Bella's death. When I found no news on her death, I frantically searched all the obituaries several times. Shaking, Jasper gently pried the newspapers out of my hands.

"Why isn't it here?" That was the only question running through my head, why wouldn't it be here? The town certainly made Bella's homecoming gossip, why not her death?

It just didn't make any sense.

Edward's POV:

Thoughts were racing through my mind, but I finally made a decision. I would go down to the institution that had housed Bella and question them.

Alice POV:

With a sigh, I knocked softly on Charlie Swan's door.

With a loud creak, the door pulled back to show a haggard-looking Charlie. Instantly, my mind filled with sympathy. I could only imagine how hard Bella's death had been on him? I mean, look at how her death affected our family.

"Alice? Alice Cullen? What are you doing here?" Questioned Charlie with a confused look on his face.

"I came here to see Bella," I had planned to act as if the news of her death had not reached me yet.

Charlie's face transformed into the face of a man who had seen much pain and anguish.

"Alice…I…I don't know how to tell you…why don't you come in?" Charlie moved aside to let me pass.

I walked silently into the home, smelling and seeing the neglect everywhere. Pizza boxes and beer cans covered every surface, even spilling out of the small trashcan. It seemed to be a lot of garbage only collected over two days.

Charlie saw me observing the living room and kitchen, and looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry Alice. If I knew you were coming, I would've dressed up or even cleaned up a bit," Charlie said while attempting to throw some of the beer cans into the trash, but failing because of the overload.

"Nonsense Charlie. You should know by now that I don't mind, not at all," I answered smoothly while holding my breath because of the moldy pizza smell coming from one of the boxes.

"Have a seat," Charlie gestured to one of the couches.

After seating myself, admittedly rather uncomfortably, on the couch, I looked expectantly towards Charlie.

Charlie didn't speak for a few minutes, looking sadder and sadder with each passing minute.

"Alice, before I tell you anything, I need to know. Did he come back with you?"

"Charlie, I couldn't stop him if I tried. He knows he's made a mistake. He's come back. Actually, the whole family's back, " I answered. If only I could read his mind; the anticipation was killing me. I needed to know what happened two days ago!

I expected Charlie to blow up, to be angry, anything except sigh and look dejectedly towards the window.

"Alice, she's gone," Charlie whispered softly, a tear making its way down his cheek.

"What do you mean Charlie?" I asked, still preserving the act of ignorance.

"She's gone. She's dead. Because of your brother, we sent her to an institution. You should've seen her, Alice. The doctor even used the word catatonic. She wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk. She seemed dead. She was alive, but it never seemed as if she were here," at this point, Charlie turned from the window to look at me.

"Two years after sending her to that goddamn place, I hear that she's burned herself and the entire room she was in. I couldn't believe it. I called Renee and had the funeral three days later. I couldn't believe that she could be in that much pain, so much that she would kill herself. Alice, I don't know what to do. She was my life," at this point, Charlie buried his head in his hands, muffling his sobs.

My hands flew to my mouth in shock.

"Three days after her death?" I questioned, all pretense gone. "How can that be? Three days?" That would mean tomorrow, as in the funeral already happened. Have my visions been off?

"Yes, we thought it would be too soon, but Renee insisted. Right after she flew in and we had everything set up, the funeral took place. You should've seen it. All the local newspapers were there, the whole town…" Charlie trailed off, a distant look on his face. "A day later, Renee flew back. She couldn't handle the grief."

"Charlie, when exactly did Bella die?" I asked, still confused.

"Alice, Bella died a year ago."