Alice's POV

All I could do for the next few hours was sit up in Jacey's room. I sat there on her pink bed, hugging her stuffed animals tightly until nightfall. I couldn'y find anything productive to do, just sit in what used to be her bed, staring at the pink blinds. That's when I heard the music.

It was coming from Edward's piano downstairs. I had gotten a small vision of him playing it, but hadn't payed much attention. Wallowing in my misery, I could only pick up broken notes from the piano.

Jacey...Jacey...Jacey... I thought about her for a long time, wishing for something to come to me- but nothing ever did. Why couldn't I see what was happening to her? What was keeping me from envisioning the little girl?

I tuned into Edward's music again. He was playing a new tune. A bright, happy sounding one. The tune reminded me of happy things; the first day of spring, a beautiful sunset, Jasper, pink teddy bears, and Jacey's smile... what was wrong with me?

After hours of moping, I came up with the strength to lift myself up out of the bed. I had to shut my eyes as I passed through her room. As I walked down the stairs, the bright piano tune became louder. I didn't stop until I was confronted with the piano and Edward. Edward, of course, was the prodigy playing the piano, had a devastated scowl across his face as he played the happy tune. It was almost a little surreal, if you know what I mean. The happy tune stopped once Edward saw me.

"A-Alice, when did you get here?" He looked up in obvious surprise. I stared down at the hardwood floors, then back at him.

"I heard your music from upstairs." I half-mumbled. "I wanted to see what you were up to."

Edward shifted uneasily from behind the piano. "Oh."

I took a long, exasperated sigh. "What are you up to down here anyways? " I asked. Edward drummed his fingers against his knee, and took a glance at his music.

"Well, I was...thinking." He hesitated.

"About what?" I edged on, stepping a little bit closer to him.

"Jacey." He said, his voice was suddenly deeper. I cringed at her name, wishing she was safe.

"I see." Was all I could say. I knew what Edward was going to do next, but I let him tell me anyways.

"I...wrote a song for her." Edward said, just as I thought he would. "Do...do you want to hear it?"

I could only smile. It was a sad smile, but still a smile. "Serenade me, Mozart." I chided, and progressed to the nearby loveseat so I could listen to the song.

The notes started low and deep, like a dark stormy day. They kept getting deeper and slightly slower- like the storm was in remission. Then, a few brighter notes came in, like a sun breaking through the clouds. The sun kept breaking through the clouds until the whole sky was blue. The notes were now light and cheerful- kind of like bird celebrating the warm weather after a long winter away from home. It stayed that way for the remaining segment of the composition. When it ended, I was completely breathless.

"Wow, Edward. Wow." I said, amazed.

Edward lifted his hands delicately off the piano, and looked at me, flattered. "Yeah..."

"What is it called?" I asked, curious.

Edward folded his hands over his lap. "It's called Jacey's Smile."

I looked down at the chair cushion. "Why did you name it that?" I asked, although I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Anytime I think of this particular tune, it reminds me of Jacey's smile, her hope. Like a candle in the darkness- a star in a pitch black sky where the moon is nowhere to be seen." Edward said wistfully.

"Wow." I felt sort of stupid, considering I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Yeah..." There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. Leave it to me to break them.

"So, what now?" I asked quietly. I mean, I knew what the answer would be, but I couldn't bring myself to confirm it.

Edward stood up from his piano, and walked over to sit by me. "What do you mean, 'what now?' We get her back. For revenge. We just have to, for Jacey."

Jacey's POV

I sat at the small kitchen table, confronted by the two guys that had been asking me the questions. I knew they were good guys, at least I was pretty sure. The one guy, Jacob, I think, had lent me an oversized t-shirt to wear instead of my dress. I loved the dress, but it was kind of torn up now- thanks to him.

I had just finished eating the two pieces of toast on my plate when Jacob started to ask me questions.

"So...do you go to school?" He asked. I shifted in my chair uncomfortably.

"Daddy always said I was too bad that I couldn't go to school." I said quietly enough for him to hear. The guy next to him, Quil, I think, looked away from me. I didn't know why.

"Oh..." Jacob stopped.

Quil looked up at Jacob. "Hey, Jake-I take it we're playing hooky again? I totally forgot it was Monday." Jacob didn't answer him, he just kept asking me questions.

"What do you mean? Were you bad?"

"Um, well Daddy said I was, so I guess so." Nobody said anything after that answer. That was the perfect time for me to get some answers.
"Where's Alice?" I asked Jacob.

"Who?" He said, suddenly alert as to what I would say.

"Alice. And Jazzy. They were the people who rescued me." I said.

Jacob leaned uneasily against the table. "I...don't know, kid. I really don't know."

A/N- Was this chapter a little short? Sorry if it was. Hey- Bella came to Forks in the spring, right? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think she did. Anyways, review!