Yes, I know, it's been a while. My excuse = school . . . exams :( Once exams are over, I should be updating more often, so lets all hope for that :D I don't own Twilight. Enjoy.

Jake POV

We had been walking for over two hours, after we finally convinced Edward to let go of the tree, when it dawned on me. I hadn't heard a stupid comment in hours.

"Rosalie?" I asked.

"What?" she replied tersely.

"Where's Emmett?"

She though about it for a minute, then replied, "I don't know. Come to think about it, I haven't heard a stupid comment in hours."

"Exactly."

I decided to go ask Edward. I mean, he was the mid reader, so shouldn't he know?

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he asked, still all depressed.

I ignored the depression and asked, "Can you hear Emmett's thoughts?"

He listened for a minute, and then replied, "No, I can't."

"Hmm. I wonder where he is," I mused.

"I don't know. Up until you mentioned it, I didn't even notice that he was missing. I probably should have though; I haven't heard a stupid comment in hours."

"I know, eh?" I said.

"Well, wherever he is, I'm sure he'll find his was back eventually."

"No, he won't."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because he's Emmett."

"Good point."

Emmett POV

Think, Emmett, think. How can you find the others? What could a lost vampire possibly do to find his family? I can't even hear them, and I had excellent hearing. I thought I heard Jasper a while ago, but it must have just been a Jasperfly. Lucky me.

It's not that I don't like Jasperflies – they're awesome – it's just that I'm lost and looking for my family.

Uh oh. It's getting dark. I should turn on the light or something. Wait . . . no light switch. I am so smart. I guess I could make a fire or something.

I grabbed a couple of sticks, and started to rub them together. I didn't actually think it would work, but it did. I did it! Good job, Emmett.

No sooner had I sat down again than a spark flew out of the fire and hit a tree. I was going to hit it to put it out, then I remembered that vampires are flammable. Maybe touching a spark wasn't that great idea. I could have died!

I stood and watched as the entire tree caught on fire. Oh well, it's only one tree. I mean, there are thousands more in the forest, right? Does it really matter if one burns down?

Then the tree next to it caught on fire. And the next one. And the next one. This isn't good. Dallas, we have a problem. Or is it Houston?

Alice POV

Okay, so that top will look good with those pants and . . . oh, ew! Where did I get that top? Value Village?

"Alice?" Edward asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"What do you want, Edward? I was picking out my clothes for next year."

He smiled. "I know." Then he sighed. "I need your advice. Bella's mad at me and I don't know what to say to her."

"Well, first of all, when you apologize-"

"Apologize?" he asked. "What do I need to apologize for?

"She thinks you love a piano more than her," I explained.

"Good point."

'So, anyway, don't mention Elizabeth when you apologize."

"Why not?"

Why not? Why not? Why are boys so clueless? Don't they realize that when apologizing to your wife for being upset over another girl – even if she was a piano – you don't mention her? Ever? You'd think he'd know that with all of times Emmett's learned that lesson. We all should know.

He read my thoughts and said, "I see. Anything else?"

"Well, you could buy her something. I remember this one time I was mad at Jasper, so he bought me this outfit I'd really wanted, and I forgave him," I told him.

"Okay, first of all, clothes are your thing, not Bella's. If I bought her an outfit, she'd probably get madder. And second of all, where the hell would I buy anything for her in the middle of the bush?"

"Find a way, Edward, find a way."

"But-" he protested.

"No buts. Find a way, and leave me alone. I'm picking out next year's outfits."

Let's see. Those shoes with that skirt and that top . . . yup, that's good. Those pants with . . . ew, definitely not that. . .

Edward POV

Find a way? Is she freaking insane? How am I supposed to find a way to buy something in the middle of the forest. And even if I did, what would I buy? Those stuffed raccoons they sell back at camp? I don't think so.

Arrrgh! I don't know what to do! I need to apologize to her, but I don't know where to start or what to say. I guess I'll just have to hope for the best.

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