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"Why are we doing this again?" Stephen asked once more.

I glanced up at my best friend to see his lap piled up with the scans and copies I'd made of Sorenson's case but his eyes were fixed on me.

"We still need to figure out the deal with Sorenson," I said, looking back down at his diary of scribbles.

"Yeah but why do we have to? He's alive. Mystery solved." He grumbled.

"You are not at all curious about what happened to him? What if he found something? Worse, what if he brought something back with him?" I asked.

Stephen looked bashful for just a second before scowling again.

"That's all the more reason for us to be wary of him, isn't it? Look, I get where you're coming from and I am totally with you through it all, no doubt but look at this like this. The dude doesn't know anything about how we got here when we first asked and then reaches out to me of all people before disappearing. Turns out he's alive after all and he shows up at your place. There are obvious signs of assault and he might have just led something to Forks, more likely to your doorstep. You still want to help him?"

I shook my head.

"It's not that we're helping him, per say. He knows what happened to us. That's all that really matter to me at this moment. I want to know." I sighed, getting to my feet and walking around in a long pace.

"I don't know if you understand but it's killing me, not knowing. I understand that you want to settle where you are and so do I. I…I doubt we'll ever be able to go home, Steph…and it, it hurt me and I know it hurts you, don't pretend that it doesn't." I said and he looked away.

"I am trying to be happy with what I have and that's not really all that much. Now, especially with Bella…and me still here…" he trailed off and I crouched in front of him to look him in the eye.

"You're right. I can't move on. I need to know as well." He said finally sighing.

"We'll find out together." I said and he nodded.

Stephen gave me a closed and hesitant smile before his expression cleared, blanking out as his jaw loosened.

"What?" I asked warily but he was already flicking through the pages in his lap.

"Remember how we found out that the reason why Sorenson started working in dimensional theory was because of his wife? He thought she vanished in another dimension." he picked up a small passport photo of a woman in a white blouse and held it towards me.

I took the photo in my hands, gazing at the woman in it wordlessly. She was averagely moderate in all aspects. Dark hair, dark eyes, normal American complexion…nothing really outstanding about Emily Sorenson…

"What if she's the clue?" Stephen asked, eyes glinting.

There was stunned silence as we both considered the new fact that had blown up in our faces before with a series of knocks; Edward Cullen himself stepped inside the room, looking down at us sitting with masses of stolen crime reports in our laps.

"Why am I not surprised?" He sighed immediately but I was already off the floor and tugging him further into the room.

"We may have a new lead." I said breathlessly.

Edward looked at Stephen first before me and crossed his arms. "And I have lost mine, Sorenson refuses to talk. He straight up told me to tell you to forget everything and to enjoy the life you have been given for as long as possible." He gritted his teeth, eyes darkening as he turned the vaguely threatening words linger in his mind.

I stared at him for a bit before impatiently jerking his arm.

"That doesn't matter. This does, so we think that the key to make Sorenson talk lies with his wife."

Edward blankly looked at me before at Stephen. "His wife?" he asked.

Stephen got to his feet and nodded, handing Edward the diary in which Sorenson had written his entire journey of becoming a dimensional expert beginning with the entry in which he theorized his wife had vanished between strings.

Edward's eyes, keen and fast raced over the written words before he was tossing it back to my best friend. "That read like one of the Science Fiction movies you always want to watch." He sighed again.

"But there's a point here, his wife disappeared, Edward. When I died the last time here," I ignored the sharp wince he let out and continued, "I woke up back in my world a day after I went missing. Time works differently in the Strings but his wife was never found. So her disappearance didn't make a time loop because she was never found." I tapped my fingers roughly together, waiting for my boyfriend to connect the dots.

"I appreciate the thought and effort put into it, guys but Sorenson will not talk. Why do you want to investigate his wife?" He asked finally.

"Because it's important to us," Stephen said finally, coming to stand up next to me, shoulder to shoulder…or whatever part of his shoulder, I could reach.

Edward frowned when he was presented with a united front but didn't further argue.

"Alright, but I'm coming with you. Where do we start?"

"We start where she grew up. The town isn't too far from here." Stephen said.

As promised, Edward drove us wherever we needed to go, but it didn't seem like he was completely alone. Timely conversations with Alice over the phone happened regularly and I soon realized that Edward was making Alice see anything and everything that could go off in our futures.

For the moment, he was relaxed and was being very cooperative with our little investigations so I assumed that everything was going fine.

Edward came to a stop at the suburbs, the addresses page of Emily and Roosevelt open on the dashboard where the most worn out address was the one we'd picked first to go talk to.

Edward cut the engine and Stephen was the first to get out. I was about to follow when Edward's hand shot out, encasing my wrist in his cool one. I turned to look back at him, puzzled and confused.

He waited till Stephen had slammed the door closed before looking at me.

"Let's just be careful, ok? I know you think Sorenson holds answers but the most I think he has are secrets. These secrets might be connected to what happened to you and Stephen but I don't think he has any idea about…how to send you back home."

I sat back in the chair, chewing my lips. To him it probably looked that I was dejected that I couldn't go back to my world. Instead, I gave him a pursed smile.

"I am home, Edward." I said, leaning forward to place a small kiss to his lips before I was slipping out of the car as well, not seeing his expression,

Stephen looked at me for a second but didn't say anything as Edward rounded the nose of his car, looking up at the house, hand wrapping around mine as we trudged up the walkway to knock on the oak door.

As we waited, I examined my surroundings.

The suburban areas were usually colder than the more developed home areas, simply because of the sparseness but this was new. Low lying mist hung around trees and grass lawns, courtesy of the winters and even though we'd bundled up, I could feel the chill right down to my bones.

Even the temperature felt wrong. It couldn't be this cold, it felt so off, so wrong. Even the place with its mowed lawns, perfectly trimmed trees and hedge bushes and fences and brick houses looked as if it had been copy pasted from a magazine or something.

Everything just felt wrong.

"There are people in the house. I don't know what's taking them so long." Edward muttered.

My attention was drawn back as we heard shuffling and then the drawing of a bolt and a hassled man looked at us. "Well, what is it?" he said.

His voice was raspy, worn and weary as if he hadn't used it in a while and then had to suddenly shout a lot.

I glanced at Stephen quickly.

"Hello sir, my name is Mason. I was wondering if I could talk to you about one of your friends." Edward said, pleasantly.

I kept my face straight, trying to jump at his casual misuse of name.

The man blew a breath, fogging up his friend and ruffling his moustache a little. "Friend, did you say…which one that would be?" he asked.

Before Edward could speak again I broke in. "Emily, Emily Sorenson…" I said.

The man's slightly hazed eyes roved to me, widening before narrowing. "Nah, don't know anyone by that name." He said.

"What about Roosevelt?" Stephen put in quickly but the man just shook his head. "Can't say I do, have a good day." He said quickly.

The slam of the oak door on our faces made us reel back to the car.

"I can't believe this," Stephen groaned, falling into the car's seat as we finally called it quits two hours later. "We scanned about fifty houses and nobody remembers them? All those people in their address book but no one remember that damned couple?"

"I think they're scared. They all jumped when we asked before closing the door." I murmured.

"Well, we can't do anything now. It's going to get dark soon. We should leave." Edward said when a loud smacking made us all jump, minus Edward who only looked annoyed as he whirred the window down.

The woman was shivering, in a thin sweater and her straggly blond hair mussed as she gave us a nervous smile.

"I heard you were looking for Emily and Roosevelt." She breathed, a cloud emitting from her mouth in the eerie cold.

"Uh, yes, ma'am," Edward said politely.

"Wow, I haven't heard those two names before. Why didn't you look for me? Oh, silly me, I moved houses. Anyway, I live a few streets over. I had to rush in when I got the call that you were asking about them. Let's go to my house and you can all warm up and we can chat, how about it?" she asked.

Edward and Stephen looked at me.

I blinked for a second before shrugging. "Yes, that would be nice." I said.

Edward looked back at the woman. "Have a seat, ma'am," He said.

The woman slipped into the back with Steph and I turned to face the front, as she murmured directions to Edward, just catching the way her eyes were fixed on me in the rearview mirror.

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