"What's your full name?" I demanded, my heart pounding. Nessie stared at me, her brow furrowed in confusion. Carlisle and Jacob stood frozen, staring at me as well, with bewildered expressions on their faces.

"What?" She asked.

"Your name." I repeated. "Is it Reneesme Carlie Cullen?" I asked, and all three of them stiffened, eyes wary.

"How do you know that?" Carlisle asked, his tone all too casual, all too calm. Fleetingly, I was struck with the thought that I should be very, very careful around him, but I shoved the thought away as nonsense. He was a doctor, what danger could he be? I focused my attention back on Nessie.

"So it is?" I asked. Nessie nodded, tentatively. That meant, as unbelievable as it was, that these people were part of Jasper's family. And they were alive. "What about Alice?" I insisted, and my heart broke at the silent exchange between the three of them. She was dead, then, I guessed.

"How do you know about Alice?" Carlisle asked. His tone was still calm, but less friendly now. There was a note of warning in it that sent a shiver down my spine.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, and took the plunge. "Are you Jasper's father?" I asked Carlisle.

He stared at me in shock, his eyes wide. The other two simply stood there, mouths gaping. Finally, Carlisle blinked. "Did you just ask if I were-" He couldn't bring himself to actually say Jasper's name.

"Jasper's father." I finished. "Jasper Whitlock?"

Carlisle shook his head slowly. "What do you know about Jasper?" He asked quietly.

"He's alive." I told him, and was rewarded with a light that sparked in his eyes. "He's a patient at the mental hospital where I work. He thinks you're dead. All of you." I hesitated. "Is Alice-"

"She's alive." Carlisle replied slowly. He seemed to be having trouble accepting all this. "Jasper's alive?"

I nodded.

Nessie darted off abruptly, and Jacob followed.

"You said he's in a mental institution?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes." I nodded again. "I don't know why. There's practically no information on him, and the guy in charge is really weird about it. I nearly got fired simply for talking to him."

"Is he alright?" Carlisle asked. "What-"

I held up a hand to quiet him. "I don't know much. I know he attacked a girl that worked there when she got too close. I know he thinks Alice is dead. I know something's wrong with him. Some days he was perfectly calm, perfectly rational. Other days he was depressed and miserable and completely incapable of functioning. More often he was crazed, violent. He would scream and curse and threaten anyone within earshot. He was in a restraining jacket." I stopped there. Carlisle looked as if someone had torn him apart.

"He's what?" I jumped at the sound of the voice behind me and jerked around. It was one of the ladies Sam had bumped into in line, the one who hadn't spoken. She was petite, and had short cut brown hair. She was too pale, like Jasper and Carlisle, and had the same dark circles under her eyes.

"Who are you?" She demanded, her eyes flashing.

"Are you Alice?" I returned. She nodded. "Jasper thinks you're dead."

Her eyes widened. "Jasper." She whispered. "Where is he?" She demanded.

"Alice-" Carlisle began, but the look on her face silenced him. "Let me come, then." He said.

Alice nodded, then turned back to me. "Where is he?" She said again.

"I can take you there." I said.

"You can tell us where the place is." She corrected.

"She can get you in quietly." Another too pale boy spoke up. I hadn't noticed his arrival either.

"Fine." Alice snapped. "Carlisle can drive, though."

I followed these strangers to Carlisle's car, giving directions on how to get from here to there. I sighed as we passed my car.

"We'll get it to your house." The boy had followed us. He didn't even bother asking where I lived.

We got into Carlisle's car and set off, Sam clutched in my lap, watching with wide eyes.

"She doesn't speak." Carlisle said almost absently as he drove way too fast. "Any particular reason?"

"We couldn't find one." I replied shortly. I didn't want to sit and listen to another doctor tell me something was wrong with my child.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to pry." Carlisle apologized sincerely. He hadn't meant to upset me.

I sighed. "The doctors say she can, but won't. They think something's wrong in her head. She doesn't like people, you saw that. She rarely responds to people in any form, even when she tolerates them."

"She seems rather intelligent, though." Carlisle commented.

"She is." I retorted.

"Maybe she just isn't ready yet." He said as we hit my hometown. It was the most encouraging thing I had ever heard from a doctor.

Sam smiled up at me and hugged me.

We reached the hospital in no time at all and practically flew out of the car and into the hospital. I carried Sam in my arms.

Janice simply looked at me as we entered. "I'm going off duty." She said. "Whatever this is, don't get me involved in it."

I rolled my eyes as Carlisle approached the desk. There was no way they were going to let him in to see Jasper; they weren't eager to lose their jobs. I cut him off before he could say anything, taking a chance and setting down Sam so I could grab Alice's arms.

"We have an emergency." I informed the woman, somewhat relieved Alice hadn't ripped my arms off, though why I was expecting something like that-

Carlisle looked confused, but didn't say anything as I continued. "There was an incident, I was lucky to be walking by, the girl just lost it. Doctor Cullen helped me get her calmed down, but-

I broke off, and the receptionist fell for it. "Go on through." She said, eyeing Alice, who was by now pretending to struggle, and putting on a pretty good show of looking crazed.

I led them down the hall, checking to make sure Sam was with us, and around the corner. I let her go, then, and led them to Jasper's room.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open, and we stepped inside.

Disclaimer: Twilight does not belong to me.