Claire headed towards the Black house, and Kuri found she could follow her as a ghost. Was she dead? She certainly hoped not.
She watched as Claire kissed her Jacob (that HUSSY) and smiled at him.
"There you are, Kuri." Jake smiled. "Where have you been?"
In answer, Claire twirled in her baby blue dress—Kuri's dress!—and grinned. "You ready for the dance?"
Jake just smirked. "Yeah I'm ready."
Claire touched his face—Kuri caught her breath. "You are so beautiful…"
"So are you, Kuri." Jake smiled.
Kuri floated above them, looking sad.
Jacob paused on his way out the door, looking straight up at what he couldn't see, but could sense—Kuri.
"What are you looking at?" Claire pulled on him nervously.
Kuri flew down to Jake, waving her arms and calling his name. "Jake! Jake help!"
"Nothing." Jake sighed, trying to push off his weird feeling.
Defeated, Kuri started to cry.
Claire quickly pulled Jake to the dance, victorious.