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25. New York City

"Here," Bella handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I frowned as we boarded the plane.

"Open it once we're in the air," she said softly and walked ahead of me.

Like Bella instructed, I waited until the seat belt sign was turned off and we were high in the sky. I slid my finger under the sealed flap and dumped the contents onto my lap. A Washington state license with my picture and name (well almost my name: "Coraline Quinn") and a passport with the same credentials fell out. I sighed and tucked the secret documents into my backpack. As we flew ahead three times zones, my mind wandered to Mike. I played aimlessly with the charms. I sat on the aisle seat. Alice was in the window seat and Jasper in between the two of us. To my right was Esme and Carlisle was reading a book in the window seat. Edward and Bella sat one row ahead of us with Edward on the end. I closed my eyes, sighed and leaned my chair back – obviously not sleeping, but attempting to allow myself to reboot. The biggest worry that plagued my mind was my lack of hand-to-hand combat – sure I wrestled with Jasper but that wasn't fighting to the death. But then again I was slowly learning that a lot of survival techniques were installed when I underwent my transformation, and it wasn't all a matter of thinking 'how do I kill this person?' it was a matter of just following my gut.

"That's a pretty necklace," Esme's voice rang in my head and interrupted my thoughts; I could feel her gaze on me. "Is it new?"

My hand wrapped around Jasper's wrist with a grip that would have broken a normal human's bones. I sighed and opened my eyes.

"Yeah," I smiled, and I could see Edward's head turn back slightly in my direction. I'll tell you later, Edward.

"That cross is so pretty and oh, is that a shamrock?" her gentle fingers played with the charms. "How nice, where did you get –"

"Esme, look at that," Edward suddenly stood between the two of us and pointed her attention out the window past Carlisle, "it's like a patchwork. It actually looks like that blanket you have stuffed in our cottage."

"Well," she snickered, "I have to draw my inspiration from somewhere."

Thank you, I looked at Edward.

He didn't say anything, or look over at me, just subtly nodded in response.

When we landed in La Guardia my mind started to race. It was hard to remember all the details clearly, but the last time I had been in this airport was when I was saying goodbye to Diana. We both knew that was going to be our last time seeing each other, I thought as I followed them to the luggage pick-up.

"Where are we staying?" I asked.

"Millennium Broadway Hotel –"

"You're joking," I cut Carlisle off. He looked at me like I was nuts. "Carlisle, that's like the heart of the City and it's one of the largest hotels in the area!"

"So we can slip undetected as much as possible," Edward whispered in my ear as he glided down the escalator past me.

I looked to Carlisle who shrugged and nodded. "Face it Corey, we fit in with that crowd. We have the means to play up the role of a vacationing family from out of town."

"So we're the Quinn family?" I raised an eyebrow, my mind tracing back to my falsified documents.

"Is there a problem?" Carlisle seemed amused.

"No it's just so … normal."

"And Cullen isn't?" he frowned.

We glided over to the conveyor belt where the rest of the family was already waiting for us. I couldn't put my finger on it. There was definitely something comical about the whole thing.

"No," I responded, my thoughts bringing a smile to my face, "Cullen is a pretty common last name … I just … I don't know, I guess I expected something more original."

"Well if we get too original we're memorable. But I'll make you a deal. Next time we have to plan a rescue trip out of town, you can choose the last name."

I chuckled. "I appreciate it."

We grabbed our bags and hailed cabs to Time Square. Alice's visions were holding up so far. We hadn't run into anything unpleasant and the weather was cooperating nicely – rain and clouds were expected for the next four days at least. We checked into the hotel – Carlisle and Esme in one room, Edward and Bella in another, and that left me awkwardly with Alice and Jasper. Our room, however, connected with Carlisle and Esme's.

For three full days we searched. Day and night through the pounding rain we tried. Alice didn't see much, just clips of Rosalie and Emmett, disoriented and now captured by the family, but that was it. Their scent of course was impossible to try to track in a city of over 12 million people. On the fourth day we met in Esme and Carlisle's room. We all convened and discussed the best plan of action.

"They've been keeping them in the same, very dark place. There's hardly anything to even distinguish this place from the back alley around the corner. They're hiding somewhere …" Alice started to sound like a broken record. She sat in a chair in Esme's room. "They're …" Her voice trailed off, and there was something about her expression – it seemed more intense, as if there was something new to seem. Jasper stuck a pencil in her hand and she drew.

"If this doesn't look familiar," Bella muttered.

"They're moving them now … I can see more clearly …" her hand moved at lightening speed, but not too fast for any of our eyes. Her hand sketched a strangely familiar theater and its surrounding areas.

"What theater is this, Corey?" Edward asked very directly, he was at his wits end.

"Um …" I racked my brain. I knew I had been to it. It wasn't until she added a few more details and I saw the word "RENT" appear, that I was certain of the building location. "The Nederlander."

"Where is it?"

"I think in the 200's," my eyes went wide. "It's been a long time since I've been there … I don't even think anything is play there right now …"

"It's abandoned?" Carlisle asked, a strange edge to his tone.

"It has been for a few months … RENT went off-Broadway …" I looked at him sideways. Again, Edward's words about exercising my power more rang through my head. I dove into Carlisle's.

Abandoned theater … A good place to hide them … Edward! What if … I didn't think of this before … Is Corey strong enough to try to contact Rosalie and Emmett through her mind? I don't want to push her too hard. She's been doing really well and I'm afraid we'll make her snap if she reached out too far –

"I won't snap!" I instinctually spoke into the silence and then realized all stunned faces were on me. Edward and Carlisle turned, but not as surprised as the rest of them. "Sorry … that, um, that wasn't a very good impression was it …"

Jasper made a weird coughing noise, but it soon turned to laughter. The rest of them joined in and I stood tapping my foot, waiting for the hilarity – at my expense – to wear off. When they had stopped laughing, it was back to planning.

"I'll try to find them … I … It's going to be hard, they're over 50 blocks away. But maybe it will help to know they're at that specific theater," I eyed them warily.

"Just try," Esme put a comforting hand on my back.

I nodded and closed my eyes. I concentrated on nothing – just imagining nothing but black emptiness. When my senses had calmed down a little, I focused on an image of Rosalie. I remembered what she was wearing the day she had left – it was of course beautiful, even if they were only playing Monopoly. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with lots of perfect strands hanging down. She wore light cargo khaki pants and a white tube top that had long strings that tied around her neck. She didn't have shoes on while playing … I hoped she had sense enough to put some on as she left.

Rosalie … Rosalie it's Corey, please respond …

Silence.

ROSALIE, EMMETT!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!

Silence.

Panic began to form like a lead ball in my chest. I knew I was freaking Jasper out. Edward was listening I was sure. I continued to grope in the darkness.

ROSALIE HALE LISTEN TO ME! WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU. YOU HAVE TO GIVE US SOME GUIDANCE!

Silence. I opened my eyes and shook my head. Esme made a mournful cry and hugged me. I let my head drop. We were back to square one. I let everyone down …

"No you didn't," Edward said softly.

"I think now that we have a specific location, the only option now is divide and conquer," Jasper said solemnly. I met his eyes and I suddenly felt a strange sense of relief run through me – I knew it was only Jazz messing with the emotions in the room, but I could live with a false sense of comfort … for now.

Thank you, I said to him and a thin smile spread across his face.