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"Bella! It's time to get up." Jasper's slightly impatient voice disturbed my tranquility.

I was hiding under the covers in the hotel room, ignoring Jasper. I was still tired; I didn't feel like getting up yet!

This is about the tenth time he's tried to rouse me into awareness.

A few seconds passed of silence. I felt the bed shift and Jasper's voice was suddenly near my ear. "Bella, you promised you'd come golfing with me."

Uug, golf! I can't even walk right and he wants me to swing around a ready metal object?

I muttered, "Why I ever agreed to that, I'll never know."

Jasper chuckled and kissed me behind the ear, "Because you love me, and it'll be boring without you."

I buried my face into my pillow and mumbled, "Five more minutes!"

Jasper growled, "Bella, we're going to be late, get up."

I pouted at him over my shoulder. I'd much rather just stay here with him all day long. It's non-dangerous for the people who will be near me, at least.

Jasper tugged the blankets away and threatened, "I'm going to make you get out of this bed."

I accepted his challenge, "How?"

He grinned, quite a devious grin I will add, and tucked his hand under my shirt. I gasped as his cold hand slid up my back, making me shiver.

I jumped away from him, "You cheater!"

He rolled beside me, "Great! You're up! Let's go find your shoes."

I trudged along side Jasper as he led the way to the first hole. It was drizzling outside, and a darker shade of gray then it usually is in Forks, so we were practically the only ones out here at all.

Good, I can't kill anyone if nobody is around!

Jasper set up the ball, "Ladies first?"

I snorted, "Not likely. Show me how to do it."

He smiled and stepped up behind the ball. He debated, "I bet I can catch it and be back before the club hits the ground."

That took a second to sink in, and then I gasped, "You can't do that! There are other people around!"

He shrugged, "Too many trees, they won't see me."

I frowned. I didn't like the idea of him taking un-necessary risks.

He promised, "Alice said it's fine, she called when you refused to get out of bed."

Before I could ask what she said, he had cracked a vicious swing into his golf ball. They both disappeared. I watched, amused, as the club landed on the ground. About one second later Jasper was back.

I pointed out needlessly, "You loose the bet."

His eyes twinkled, "Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head and he pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "That means you win a free private lesson."

I blushed as he moved me so I was standing in the right position. I moved my arms with his as we hit the ball, sending it flying 13 or 14 feet.

I looked up at him from over my shoulder and smiled, extremely happy.

He asked, "What's on your mind, hon'? You're practically leaking rainbows."

I stood up and rested my head against his chest, "What does this remind you of?"

After a couple of seconds he smiled, too. "It reminds me of volleyball."

The first time that we interacted, the first time that he touched me; came close to me; was when he had wrapped himself around me to help me serve a volleyball.

I kissed his cheek, "We should go golfing more."

We spent the rest of our day at Oak Park, just lounging around and wandering. When my leg started to hurt we returned to the hotel. Jasper handed me a painkiller and sat down on the bed.

A second later Alice and Edward came flouncing in.

I smiled, "You're back!"

Alice had a very worn manila folder in her hands. It was rather thick.

Jasper guessed, "You found it then?"

She curled up onto the bed and handed it to me. Edward lay behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She smiled, "Yep, there it is. It was quite easy to get. The building was run down, boarded up in '62 apparently. Nothing was removed, there's file cabinets full of information."

I leaned against the pillow and asked, "Can I open it?"

She shrugged, "If you want to."

Edward warned, "Remember, Bella, we lived in a very different time then we do now. People who were different weren't treated what you'd call well."

That was worrisome.

Jasper moved next to me on the bed as I opened up the folder. There were a small handful of pictures, of Alice in a white gown-like outfit. It was startling to see it. I'd say she was about twelve or thirteen years old. She was staring at the camera, but her eyes were a million miles away. She looked everything but happy.

I handed the picture to Jasper and shifted through the many papers. Alice helped me by handing me one near the bottom.

She smiled, "It's a summary sheet of my first year there."

I took it from her and began to read.

She was just nine years old when she was admitted, under the name of Mary Alice Brandon. It said the reason was because she was delusional, prone to hysterics, and mentally unstable.

I skimmed the page, reading several horrible things. Shock therapy, ice baths, and even drug treatments were used on her.

'Patient displayed violent tendencies' and such and such.

More startling things were listed as well. Jasper was now reading the stack of papers, at a quick speed.

He pulled out a blue sheet suddenly, "Did you see this one, Alice?"

She shook her head, "I only read the summaries. What's it say?"

He frowned, "It says 'Patient spirals into psychotic fits when allowed into the light. Patient claims that she needs the darkness so she can tell the difference from her 'bad' world, and her 'happy' world. Doctors are unable to tell which one is reality.'"

Edward mused, "So she was living in darkness all her life?"

Jasper nodded and Alice was suddenly really quiet.

I guess that explains the lack of memory, though.

How can she remember her human life when it was completely black?