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~~Bella~~

I hung up from Edward and did a little internal squealing. I'll get to see him tonight in the bar. I started to make myself a cup of tea, smiling as I boiled the electric kettle and ripped open the little sachet of sugar. I instantly knew what I wanted to do.

Sitting at the little desk in my hotel room I opened my laptop and then launched iTunes and created a new playlist. I named it simply 'Edward'.

I'd been thinking about making one since our discussion at lunch yesterday. I wanted to make a playlist especially for Edward that included all of my favorite Australian bands. I had a ridiculous amount of music.

I knew I could fill in a lot of time compiling it. I started thinking about what songs Edward may put together for me, and whether he'd ever have the time. I mean, he was working on the film an average of seventeen hours a day. I was lucky that he wanted to spend time with me in the bar after a grueling day at work.

Edward doesn't spend time in the bar just to see me; he wants to play the piano. It's not like he could go anywhere else.

Friends. He's just an ordinary guy… ARGHHH.

I had learned so much about him yesterday. He told me about his family, although he didn't really go into details when speaking about his twin sister Alice. I knew that he had already signed on to do two more movies when this one was finished. The next one would be filmed in London, and he would go there in January. I knew now that he did miss being able to play live on a stage to an audience. I had been right; he really did enjoy his music more than acting.

I clicked on a song and thought about how wonderful it would be to hear Edwards voice, to see him play the guitar or the piano on stage. I remembered Angela's photograph in Ben's home studio; the intense look on Edward's face. Would it be creepy of me to ask Angela to print me a copy of the photograph?

Then I had this amazing idea. What if I could find somewhere in Vancouver that Edward could play on stage? It was probably impossible, but maybe worth investigating. Maybe Mike the concierge could suggest somewhere? It would have to be a secret gig. No, that would be impossible to arrange. Maybe I can ask Edward to bring his guitar up to the bar, but that's hardly the same as playing in a real club.

I took a sip of steaming tea and contemplated. I knew I should really be trying to work on my novel. Then my phone rang. I grabbed it off the desk. It was Charlie!

"Hi dad!"

"Hey Bells, are you enjoying Vancouver?" He sounded tired. I knew he loved his job, but he never took any holidays. He must have been worn out.

I hadn't seen Charlie since I was eighteen. We used to talk on the phone often, but that tapered off when I went to University. I was genuinely excited at the thought of seeing him, and eager to tell him about my new acquaintances.

"Vancouver is great; the city is fantastic. I've met some amazing people. Dad, I met Angela Weber! She said her dad is a pastor in Forks? She lives here with her boyfriend Ben Cheney."

"Well, really Bells? Angela and Ben. Yes, I know their parents."

"I also met Edward Cullen; he's here filming a movie. He told me you know his family?" I tried not to sound too excited, but I don't think I really succeeded.

"Edward huh. Yeah, I know the Cullens. Esme Cullen did a lot of fundraising for the hospital when Dr Cullen worked there. So, Edward is an actor?" I balked. Charlie was never one for being up on contemporary movies or world news. He was so insular in his work and environment; nothing outside of Forks interested him, unless maybe a crime spree in Seattle or something to do with sports.

"Yes, Edward is a pretty big global star dad. I'm surprised you haven't noticed that he's on the cover of practically every magazine you can buy!"

"Err, yeah, well he always was a good-looking kid." I almost laughed. Did Charlie really think he got by on his looks alone? I suppose some people might think that, but regardless of his exceptional beauty, he was pretty fucking talented and you really only had to watch his films to see how diverse his skills were. Not to mention his musical ability.

I didn't really want to start gushing over Edward to Charlie. He knew about the 'Riley crush' and I would hate for him to assume that I was slipping back into that mind frame when I was determined not to. I also decided against telling him about the song. I'd rather tell him about that in person.

"When are you coming up to visit me?" I questioned, waiting for his excuse, wondering what it would be.

"Well Bells, I thought you could come and spend Thanksgiving with me this year."

"Thanksgiving is four months away! I was hoping you could come up to Canada. Maybe we could fly to Niagara together, you always promised to take me." I sounded a little peeved.

We were not close; I knew it was because we never really spent a lot of time together when I was growing up. The two to three week visits to Forks every two years or so was never enough time to bond. I would spend at least three days getting over the exhaustion of traveling from Sydney to Forks and then, he'd always try to take me fishing or drag me to the Station while he filled in 'urgent' paperwork.

I was an adult now, and I wanted to know Charlie better.

"I don't think I can get away Bells. I'm covering a lot of shifts until we can get some fresh blood. We lose all the good cops to Port Angeles or Seattle. Our tiny town is pretty much crime-free, and that can be quite boring for young officers." I sensed his pride when he claimed Forks was crime-free. I knew he lived to make that statement fact.

"Please, dad? I specifically chose Vancouver so you could come and see me. Surely you can get away, especially if Forks is so free of crime?" Try and argue your way out of that one Charlie!

"Ah, well, yeah, I suppose I could. I'll see what I can do, but you will come back home for Thanksgiving anyway?"

"Sure, I'd love to." It made me smile. Charlie still referred to his house in Forks as my home. I'd sometimes forget that Charlie had never lived anywhere else. The house had been Grandma Swan's. She had given it to Charlie and Renee when I was born. Mum thought that she could convince Charlie to move from Forks; she wanted to live in a big city. Instead the homey white house had made him want to stay, to give me the childhood that he had.

There was never any doubt that my parents had loved one another, but Renee wanted to see the world. Charlie on the other hand was happy in his hometown and the Forks community. Their love hadn't been enough to get past their differences.

"Okay, well then. I'll call you soon." Charlie wasn't the chatty type.

"Bye dad, look after yourself."

"I always do. Bye Bells," the phone disconnected.

I sat for a long time; thinking about my dad, wondering what it would have been like if I had gone to Forks when I was sixteen. I couldn't dwell, it didn't happen.

I cleared my head and continued to scrawl through my music library. Most of the songs I hadn't listened to in a long time…in three years. My fingers hovered over the track pad. Would it hurt too much to listen to them now? Could I listen to the songs that reminded me of Riley without completely freaking out or falling into a self-pitying depression?

I hadn't fallen into it when I told Angela about some of my history with Riley this morning. Maybe I can listen to one song.

I double-clicked on the track. Middle of the Hill, by Josh Pyke, and automatically my mind reeled to recall a particular day.

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Spring in Sydney was deliciously warm. I had set myself up outside on my little alfresco balcony, laptop, freshly brewed plunger coffee and a whole packet of Tim Tams that sat untouched. My tummy was growling with hunger, but I couldn't bring myself to stop writing. I can't eat chocolate biscuits for lunch anyway. That is sooo unhealthy! I continued writing my essay that wasn't due for three more weeks, but I had been inspired by Friday's guest lecturer, and his inspirational words were at the forefront of my mind.

The intercom buzzed.

I quickly hit save and rushed inside. Maybe Jessica decided to drop by after all. If she wants to stay for lunch, I'll make us yummy sandwiches.

"Hello?" I held the receiver up to check who it was before I buzzed then in, but there was no answer. I tapped the receiver and hit the button a few times; the damn thing had been playing up. There must be a loose wire. I'll have to call the Strata Manager tomorrow and have him send someone to fix it.

"Hello, is it you Jess? Come on up if you can hear me. I think the intercom is broken." I pushed the grey button that should release the foyer door. I held it down for longer than normal, just in case.

I rushed into the bathroom quickly, knowing it would take her a few minutes to wait for the lift and get to the door, and when I came out of the bathroom I heard the timid knock.

When I opened the door, I thought I was dreaming. Riley Biers stood in my doorway. He was casually dressed over his muscular frame. He looked older, mature, his features well defined. He'd cut his hair, and it was a darker blonde than I remembered. He was holding a small posy of red roses.

I stood staring at him; I could only imagine the look of utter confusion plastered on my face.

"Hi Bella, how are you?" his voice was soft, warm.

"Riley, I…um, you look great, you're walking…" I couldn't find the words. I was in complete and utter shock that he had just turned up at my door. The last time I'd seen him he had been lying in that God-awful hospital bed, cold and pale.

"Bella I feel better than I did before the accident. One hundred percent recovered. I wanted to talk to you; can I come in?" His voice was calm, confident.

"Yeah, sure," I held the door for him as he stepped into my apartment. He smelt freshly showered, with a hint of spicy cologne. My heart was hammering in my chest, I was anxious and jittery and I was freaking myself out.

Why is he here?

"These are for you. I seemed to recall you like roses." He handed me the beautiful posy. I smiled as I inhaled. Those months that I visited him in the hospital, I had revealed almost everything about myself. It distracted him from the pain. He would pepper me with questions constantly. I told him everything, except the fact that I was obsessed with him, and that I secretly fantasized every day that he would keep his word.

I will kiss you again one day.

I deliberately didn't look at his face. I was overwhelmed. I tried to calm myself, focusing on the roses. They were intensely fragrant and the deepest blood red I had ever seen. The combination of beauty and smell and the fact that Riley Biers was standing less than one metre from me was completely intoxicating. I slowly walked to the kitchen cupboard to pull out a small crystal vase that would be the perfect size.

"I wanted to see you, to say thank you for visiting me in the hospital. If it wasn't for you, I don't think I could have made it through the daily pain. I owe you so much." His words made my tummy flutter. My mind was scrambling. He thinks he owes me?

"I miss not being able to talk and see you every day." He misses me? I didn't know what to say to him. I carefully undid the red velvet ribbon from the posy and peeled back the clear cellophane that encased the deep green stems.

"I enjoyed visiting you Riley; really, it was so much quieter to work and read in the hospital than it was at the Fischer Library." I tried to make it light, funny, but my voice sounded like someone else's and I could feel my face flaming in a heated blush. He always has this effect on me.

"You had Victoria. I'm sure she helped you cope with the pain more than I ever could." I grabbed up the stems to place them in the vase, when I felt the sharp prick of a thorn.

"Oww!"

Instantly, Riley was standing beside me. I had automatically placed my index finger in my mouth to dull the sting. The coppery stagnant taste of blood hit my tongue.

"Let me see." His voice was gentle. He wrapped his warm fingers around my hand and pulled my finger from my lips. He was standing very close, too close. I could smell the fresh crisp laundered smell of his shirt. I was sure he could feel my pulse and hear my heart pounding.

As he observed my finger, I looked up to his face, the face I had dreamt about nightly since he kissed me at that damn party six years ago. His eyes were still that deep, deep brown. His skin was no longer pale; he had a slight natural tan, his hands were so warm, his fingers rough, calloused from work?

"It was you Bella, not Victoria, that made me want to recover," he breathed, staring into my eyes. He leant down and kissed the tip of my finger.

This isn't real...

The song finished. I kept my eyes closed. I waited. The pain wasn't there, just the memory of the longing I had held for Riley, the memory of his touch and his smell.

I could listen. The songs no longer made me sad. I could learn from all the mistakes I made with Riley. I could move on from that hurt. I would move on.

~~Edward~~

I was anxious to get up to the bar. It was late, way later than I wanted it to be. I wasn't going to see Bella tomorrow night, so I wanted to make this night last as long as she would let me. The car pulled up outside the hotel and there were about three cougars and their daughters waiting patiently, not screaming, with their cameras out and their cute little autograph books.

I kept remembering my manager berating me about spending more time with fans, and I must admit, I had been avoiding all of them since I arrived in Vancouver for this shoot. But, I'd see Bella tonight, and the thought put me on a natural high.

I purposefully stopped to chat to them, signed some autographs, and posed for numerous photos. It was so bizarre that strangers felt so connected to me through the characters I portrayed. The fans were nice, courteous, if not a little flirty. A couple of paps showed up but they kept their distance. I took it all in, answered the fans' questions then bade them farewell with a smile.

I entered the foyer, and heard them all squealing with delight as the doors closed. I laughed. I knew people found me attractive, but it was still weird to have people want to take my photograph, or see photos of myself. It was the face I looked at every day in a mirror. Nothing special. My family had never made a big deal out of my looks. My mother Esme always told Alice and I that it's what you do in this world that counts, and how you treated people.

Dad was a doctor; he had always been my hero. He had encouraged me, without actively molding me into his clone. I'd never had the academic commitment to want to go through years of medical school. I changed my mind too often. I had thought long and hard about what I wanted to do with my life. When I tried to narrow it down to one single profession, one job that would define me, I couldn't do it. I floundered. There was nothing. The only thing I really enjoyed was my music.

Acting was the closest thing that I could come up with that would allow for me to try new things, travel and get paid to do it. My career allowed me to be another person, however briefly. I became immersed in the characters, focused on the performance, and then, when filming wrapped, I walked away.

My music was keeping me sane. Had I known that my life would have turned into this crazed circus of fans and paparazzi, I'm not sure I would have pursued it.

The elevator doors opened on level 25 and I couldn't stop the shit-eating grin that covered my face. I walked into the bar. There she was, sitting with the halogen lighting up her silky hair, laptop out, bottle of wine in an ice bucket on the table.

She looked up when she heard the door, and smiled at me. I could tell she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her.

"Hi, you've been writing?" I questioned.

"I tried, still not really happening, so I thought I'd do something else to get the creative juices flowing." She smiled and twisted her laptop towards me so I could see the screen.

She had created me a playlist - over four hours worth.

"Whoa, that's a lot of music!"

"I know, I'm trying to narrow it down, but it's too hard. All these Australian bands are fantastic. I even cut out the ones that you may have already heard of. Anyway, regardless, it was fantastic listening to them all. I haven't indulged in ages." There seemed to be a second meaning to her statement and when I looked from the screen into her eyes, they looked a little sad.

"Well, we should play them then, or at least start," I said. Bella looked perplexed, but I just smiled at her as James the bar guy approached.

"Your Heineken Sir." He placed the beer on one of those purple napkins in front of me.

"James, would you be able to hook Bella's Mac into the sound system? We'd like to listen to this music." Bella looked kind of shocked.

"Certainly Sir, I can do that right away." Bella smiled and pushed the laptop his way and he carefully lifted it, unplugged her power cord and took it behind the bar.

"We really don't have to listen to them now, I mean I...you can listen another time. I can publish it to the iTunes store, and email it to you, once I narrow it down." she looked at me with a half smile.

"I'd rather listen to them with you here, so I can ask you questions. I'm afraid I haven't had the time to start on yours, but I will."

She smiled and took a sip of wine. She looked a little nervous.

"What did you mean when you said you hadn't indulged in ages?" I was curious to know, we're friends, and we had been pretty open with one another. I was hoping I could decipher her expressions, but her sad face had perplexed me. Why would she find listening to music sad?

"Well, I just meant that I hadn't listened to some of these songs since...I mean, they kinda reminded me of a time that I don't really want to think about," she looked up at me. I must have looked confused. "Some of them remind me of my ex-boyfriend," she closed her eyes.

Fuck! I shouldn't have asked her. I didn't want her thinking about her ex when she was with me. I suddenly felt angry with myself and viciously jealous. Was she still in love with him?

I wanted to ask her, but some part of me really didn't want to know. Would I completely lose it if she said she was still in love with him? Why did I feel so possessive of her? Were the words to Episode about him?

I have to know.

"The song, did you...is Episode about him, your ex?" Bella opened her eyes and looked up at me, astonished.

"I didn't think of him at all when those words came to me. No, they're not about him. Well, subconsciously, maybe, they kind of could be...I don't know." She shook her head and looked at her hands in her lap.

Then the music started playing through the hotel speakers. She sucked in a deep breath. "It was a long time ago. I can listen to these songs now and the memories are still there, but I have moved on. Music always reminds me of a particular time or place. You know what it's like right? I mean you have ex-girlfriends?"

She was looking into my eyes. I stared back at her. "Yes, I have two ex-girlfriends." I wanted to tell her about Tanya, but what would I say? Lauren wasn't even worth mentioning. "It's like what you said to me on the first night we met."

"The first night?" She looked confused.

"Sorry, no, the second night, the night after you gave me the lyrics. You said that the song defines the place that we occupy right now. Everything will change around us, we will change, but the words and the music will never alter."

She was still staring at me, I couldn't read her expression. Then she laughed, looked away and picked up her wine glass. "I can't believe you remembered that."

"Of course I remember. You agreed to let me use your perfect lyrics. I'll always remember that night. Listening to or performing Episode will always make me remember that night." Tell her! Fucking coward, tell her! Bella, I've been fucked over by my user ex-girlfriend, and I want more than anything to be in a relationship with you but I don't want you thinking the only reason I want to is so you'll let me use your lyrics!

She sipped her wine, but didn't look at me. Will you wait? Will you want me in a month or two?

We sat listening as the first song continued to play.

"What's this song?" her silence was maddening. I didn't want her to be quiet; I didn't want her to be thinking about him. I wanted her to engage with me.

She smiled. "It's by Lior, it's called Daniel."

~~Bella~~

He quoted the words I spoke to him four nights ago. I closed my eyes. He said he will always remember that night. Always? Oh God, when he leaves after filming I'll never see him again. He'll go on with his life. I'll go on with mine.

I kept thinking about the lyrics to Episode. Were they about Riley? The possibility had never entered my mind. I hadn't thought at all about Riley while I was in that trance. Or did I?

No.

Once the song was recorded, the copyright paperwork signed, that would be the end of my relationship with Edward Cullen. I looked around the bar. I looked at the piano. This room will be the place I'll remember whenever I listened to Episode. I'll remember Edward's smile, the way my body reacted when I shook his hand.

"What's this song?" His words broke me out of my daze.

"It's by Lior, it's called Daniel."

Edward seemed as if was trying to distract me from thinking about Riley. Does it make him uncomfortable talking about past relationships? I didn't want him to think I was trying to crack on to him or anything. I decided to enjoy his companionship; I wouldn't have it for very long.

I perked up and told him about the bands and the songs as the music played. I pushed Riley out of my mind. I shouldn't waste my time being moody and reflective. My friendship with Edward had a time limit; he didn't seem the type, or rather, wasn't in a position where he couldn't go out of his way to see friends. I got the impression at dinner with Ben and Angela the other night that they really didn't see much of him when he was in Vancouver, and they were his closest and oldest friends. I couldn't expect him to email or call me when I went back to Australia and I doubted I'd be back to the US for a few years.

Soak him up, enjoy being able to spend time with Edward, before you blink and this fairy-tale is over.

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It was a dream; I knew it was a dream because this would never happen in real life.

Edward was playing the piano in the purple bar. It was dark and the bar was empty. I felt this tugging, a magnetic pull that made me want to leave the booth and go and sit next to him on the piano seat. I picked up my champagne flute and walked to stand behind him. I watched his neck. He had this little freckle at the hairline, brown and raised I wanted to place my lips against it and poke my tongue out. I wonder how many other freckles I could find on his body? He finished playing and he shrugged, the tension in his shoulders evident.

The glass in my hand disappeared. Yes, it's a dream alright. I couldn't make my hands stop, they glided across his back and clenched his shoulders, deeply massaging, my thumbs pressing into his tense shoulder blades in long kneading movements. He moaned and relaxed into my touch. I felt my burning pulse on the tips of my fingers and I watched in stunned fascination as my hands slowly crawled over to touch the bare skin of his neck. His warm skin felt heavenly. I will never get to do this for real. My fingers slid slowly up into his hair. He leant his head back in my hands.

"Bella," his velvety voice reverberated in my mind.

My fingers lightly massaged his scalp, digging sensuously through his tousled mane. His hands reached up and covered mine. He stilled them. I tried to pull them away, to apologize for touching him inappropriately. I could feel my face flaming, the heat almost as intense as the burning and pulsing between my thighs. Instead he held onto my hands tightly, his fingers wrapping around mine. Then he pulled them down in front of him. My body leaned forward with the movement, and he placed my flat palms against his chest. My hair fell forward, the side of my face fit perfectly in the crook of his neck.

"Bella," he moaned. His hands were pushing my palms across his chest and down to his abs. I turned my face, to nuzzle his jaw. God I want to lick it. Before I registered the fact, I tasted him; soft whimpering moans escaping my lips. I lightly kissed his skin, my tongue flicking out and suckling.

Instantly he turned in his seat, let go of my hands and stood to face me, his hands on either side of my neck, then gliding through my hair, up to my scalp. He leant his face towards me slowly and started kissing me. Long languid kisses that I could feel burning into my lips, his tongue probing my mouth, his hands securing my head to him, deeper...deeper...there was no end to the kiss. I was sinking into his hard body. I was melting away; nothing existed but his lips and the swirling images that flashed through my mind; the bar, the piano, the city lights though the windows, my typed lyrics on a page.

Edward was consuming me, body and soul.

"I want you Bella," his lips traveled to my neck; his warm tongue slowly licking up to my ear. His breath hot, labored.

I want you too Edward, please. His hands pulled at my blouse, his deft fingers tugged at the buttons until all were released. His hands cupped my breasts over the pale platinum colored lace. I started to claw at his t-shirt. I wanted to rip it from his body and kiss every inch of him. His fingers yanked at my jeans, as he bent to pull them down, I felt his hot breath over my lace-covered nipple.

Oh God yes, I need you to touch me.

Edwards's arms reached around to unclasp my bra and peel it off. I watched his hands as he threw it across the room. He grinned with that exceptionally sexy smirk, then his lips were kissing me again, he backed me up towards the piano. He stopped abruptly and spun me around so my belly hit the cool black lacquer.

"I want to take you Bella," he breathed in my ear. "I can't wait any longer."

He slowly pulled my undies down my legs; planting soft wet kisses down my spine as he went.

Oh God yes Edward, I want you so much. I want more than friendship, I want all of you. My body craves you. I want to be able to touch you.

No, no, no, ignore it!

NO!

The awareness was painful. My phone was ringing, and vibrating across the bedside table.

Where the fuck am I?

I snapped into consciousness, gutted by the loss of the dream that faded away with each shrill ring of my phone.

I gruffly reached across and looked at the display, Jessica? What the?

"Jess?"

"Bella! I can't find Jake. I just got home, there was a terrible thunderstorm and...I left the balcony doors open. I...I can't find him, the rain would have washed away any...God it's so high up, he wouldn't have survived the fall..."

"Jess, stop. Calm down." Oh my God no, I can't lose Jake. "Jess, did you look under the bed?"

"Yes, I even called for him, Bella, I'm so so sorry..."

"Jess, is there still thunder or lightning?"

"Um, the storm has died down, just a little lightning in the distance."

"Go and look in the laundry, behind the clothes basket or in the basket if it's full." I tried to stay calm. Jake had always been afraid of loud noises especially thunder. I was pretty confident that he wouldn't have gone anywhere near the balcony if there was a storm. When he got scared he would try and hide until the storm passed. There weren't many hiding places, if he wasn't under the bed, the laundry would be the next spot I would have looked.

"Thank fucking hell! Oh Jakey you scared me," the relief I felt at hearing Jessica's words was immeasurable. I'd had Jake since I moved into the apartment. He was a present from Phil. I had always wanted a pet, but Renee and Phil refused to let me get one. Phil had 'allergies'.

"Oh Bella, I'm so so sorry, I should have looked. I just panicked. He really misses you. He's been crying for you all week, like this feral calling meow that has been driving me bonkers. I caught him sitting on the balcony ledge three days ago and I nearly had a conniption!"

"It's okay Jess, I'm glad you called me. What are you doing home so late on a Sunday anyway, isn't it like almost midnight there?" Even though I was relieved to know Jake was fine, Jessica's timing was lousy. If only I could have continued that dream for ten more minutes, URGH!

"I was on a date. Um, it's like, you know a new guy and I'm not sure where it will go or anything, so I didn't tell you. He said he'd call me, so I hope he does. I mean, I think he will." she was all giddy and excited, and I felt like a bitch. Here I was mentally chastising her for interrupting the only kind of sexual stimulation I was probably ever going to get while in Vancouver, and she'd just come home from the joy of being on a date to believing that Jake had fallen four stories to his death. I hated myself.

"So, where did you meet him, this mystery date?" Jessica usually would tell me as soon as anyone asked her out, or even looked at her with any intention. I wonder why she didn't want to tell me?

"Well...he...we, it's really a long story, so maybe I can email you? I just realized I must have woken you it's like four in the morning there, right? I'm so sorry Bella. You should go back to sleep and I should get to bed, got to work tomorrow." she was rushing through her words and I knew it was definitely because she was trying to hide something from me.

"Are you okay Jess?"

"Yes, just tired Bella. I promise I'll email you tomorrow. Oh, and that reminds me. I have all this personal mail for you. Do you want me to send it to you? They're not bills; I'm totally all up to date with paying everything."

"What kind of personal mail? Junk mail?" Everyone knew I was in Vancouver, and no one sent me snail mail these days.

"No, letters. There's like six. They don't have a return address, but they're hand written. The first one came four days ago."

"Oh, okay then yes, can you send them to me here, whenever you get to the post office. You still have the hotel details I gave you?"

"Yep, I'll send them by air mail this week. Gotta go Bella, sorry for waking you and freaking you out, please forgive me. I'll know to look for Jake in that hidey hole next time."

"Thanks for taking care of Jake for me; I'm sorry he's all whiney on you. I miss you both. I'll email you too. Goodnight."

I looked at the clock. It was 4.44am. This was going to be a really, really long day.

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