AN: I accidentally fell asleep yesterday. so sorry. this chapter is a filler-in, i totally lost my 'creative thinking' at the moment. i'm out of the zone...it's been too long. i forgot what mooby is, haha...but not to worry... i should remember soon. I'll keep typing like a maniac and get in the zone. stretches out fingers, grabs a cup of java, and prepares for the typing madness begin

Where we left off: Bella trying on the dress

"You look wonderful." She opened the bathroom door, revealing a huge mirror on the backside of the door. I stared at myself in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" My expression must of concerned Esme.

"I…" I hesitated. "No, nothings wrong. I'm just kind of surprise, is all."

"Oh, alright." She said still concerned. "Are you sure?"

"M-hmm."

She sighed. "I'll be right back, dear. I need to bring my sewing kit from the kitchen. Seems to me there's a small torn on the left side of your dress." And she was gone.

I stared back at the mirror horror struck. White dress with beads, lace, and ribbons, exactly like the clothes from my déjà vu visions. This is getting too weird.

"There, all patched up." Esme said in accomplishment. She stood up from the floor and put her sewing kit underneath the ancient sewing machine. She looked at me with warmth in her eyes. "Are you sure you are alright?" she asked again.

"I'm fine, really." I answered. I looked at the mirror once more, looking into the eyes of a 1918 Bella. How weird it is to see such a thing. I let my thoughts go and looked at Esme. She looked at me curiously but said nothing.

"Esme, you know about the whole flashback episodes I had, right?" I asked knowing she probably already knew. Her face stood still and her eyes looked at me carefully. She sighed and walked toward me, putting her soft delicate hand on my shoulder.

"So, you did have them..." she whispered more to herself. "Alice told Carlisle and I about it, but we were not sure how to take that. Alice seemed to be confused, she did not to know what to do, or how to do it. So it seems she took you to the place it all originated...Chicago."

"Why is this happening?" I asked desperately to find an answer. All this was so confusing.

"I know as much as you do. This is all new to me." she answered. "But it will all be figured out in due time." she smiled assuring me so.

We stood there a few moments, until our silence was interrupted by a loud crash downstairs. I gasped wondering what that was, but Esme only laughed and sighed. I looked at her with surprise, but she didn't looked worried. "Mooby" was all she said.

"EMMETT!!!" Alice chirped. "Get back here NOW!"

"NO!" Emmett roared. "You're not making me put that thing on!"

Esme and I went towards the top of the stairs, to see what the commotion was about. Emmett was running towards the kitchen, while Alice and Rosalie closely followed.

"Oh Emmett, sweetie, sugarbum---"

"OH! Now I'm sweetie and sugarbum? Don't get me with your words, woman." Emmett roared back, accindentally of course. By the time he realized what he said, it was too late. Rosalie glared.

"Woman?" Rosalie raised her eyebrow while still glaring. He was in for it now and a very scared looking Emmett disappeared into the kitchen.

Alice and Rosalie followed after them. I laughed at the hilarious sight. Poor Emmett.

"Oh dear." Esme frowned at the sight of her children. "Please forgive them, they usually don't act like that. Of course you know them well enough to do so..."

"Oh Esme. It's no big deal." I smiled. "No Mooby yet I presume?"

"Looks like it. Alice and Rosalie will probably get Emmett in a few seconds. They always do." Esme stated. "Now, on to other things. Edward, and Carlisle & Jasper, will be arriving tonight, I'm afraid. So since my children are unfortunately unavailable at the moment, would you, if you please, like to help me finish decorating the place?"

"Of course!" I answered willingly. How could I not? Just a couple of more hours...