When Bella arrived at the 16th of January it was drizzling. Not feeling much for getting soaked I was sitting in Chief Swan's cruiser. I had come across him several times the past week while buying supplies and materials in the few shops Forks had, and he had always been polite and slightly awkward, but curious as to how Bella was doing. I of course offered him some information concerning his daughter's and ex-wife's being; I was sorry to see he hadn't yet let go of his former marriage.
On our last encounter he had offered me a lift to the airport. I had asked how he knew I was planning on meeting Bella there, but apparently said person had sent him a mail in which she'd explained the matter.

Chief Swan wasn't what you would call verbose, so it had been a silent ride – not that I minded though, it meant that I could concentrate on other things.
Right now he had gone to wait for the plane to hit the ground, in the rain. The flight was a bit late – either that, or Bella had broken a leg descending the stairs. That wouldn't surprise me the slightest bit. The heater had been turned on so as to drive away the cold and damp. I was sitting in the back, hands under my knees, watching two raindrops roll down the window and become one near the bottom.
Contrary to earlier expectations, the act of enrolling in the local high school had been fluent. Some subject needed some catching up whereas others I was ahead on: especially the beta-subjects needed some extra attention. The relationship between myself and the other students was more or less the same as it had been in Phoenix – they left me alone, I didn't bother them, and sometimes they didn't even notice me passing. I found it positive, because that meant that I wasn't the rumour of the school (I very much hoped so at least).

Ten minutes later Bella and her father appeared through the doors of the simplistic square building. Both walking on two legs, that was a good sign.
I quickly got out of the car to greet them. Her father had taken one of her bags, and by the sheepish smiles I could tell the conversation between them was beyond awkward, if there was any interaction at all.

"Hey Bella! It is great to see you at last," I cut in, pulling the brunette in a light embrace. "How was the flight?"
The brown eyes lighted up with gladness, and a genuine grin broke through.
"It was ok, I guess. It's good to see you too." When we pulled back she remembered whom she was with, and looked sideways at her father who was placing the suitcases in the trunk of the cruiser. They fit easily.
"So the two of you already met?"
I nodded in confirmation. "Hm-hmm. Forks is a small town."
At the sound of that her face fell.
"Unfortunately."

After we'd buckled up and were driving away from the airport Chief Sw- Charlie announced he had found a good car for Bella to use to drive to and from school.
"What kind of car?" she asked carefully.
"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."
"Where did you find it?"
Then there was a whole conversation about one Billy Black, the age of the car and it's price. I only listened partially, not feeling inclined to take part. Instead I listened to the rumbling of the engine and watched the scenery on the other side of the road.
After some while we made it back to the white, two-story house that made up the Swan's residence. The exterior was made of white wood placed horizontally, and a black roof. The front door was right in the middle with grey stone stairs leading up to it. On either side and above there were several smaller windows, left of the door a bay window, and on the left side of the house there was a second stair to what I guessed was the backdoor.

In front of it were parked a grey Mustang (mine) and a reddish Chevrolet truck (Bella's). I kind of disliked the truck because of the prominent iron front part, that looked like it could ram through an entire herd of beef cows and still come out undamaged.

"Wow dad, I love it! Thanks!" Contrary to what one might expect this wasn't sarcasm, she sounded genuinely pleased with the present.
We got out of the cruiser, and I stood by Bella as she admired her own red car.

"I think I will leave now, give you some time to settle," I spoke up, having seen Charlie carrying the suitcases along to the front door and waiting there expectantly.
"I'll pick you up for school tomorrow so that I can show you the way to my place, is that alright?"

She nodded, still gawking, and I doubted she'd remember it.
The gravel crunched underneath my shoes as I walked to my car and got inside.
Bella had just decided to move inside as I drove it out of there, and a sudden urge to depart as quickly as possible rose.
A feeling of imminent danger.
The emotion didn't match the environment, or actually I might not have expected it here. Through the rear mirror I thought I spotted something moving in the forest - but it might well have been a forest animal, or my imagination. Despite the realism my mind wouldn't let it go, and that was all the more clear when I went to sleep that night.
Or rather the lack of sleep.

The next morning started out foggy and wet; the latter being unsurprising. I parked early in the morning in front of the Swan's residence. Chief Swan's cruiser was absent, meaning he'd gone to work early. Sighing deeply, I rested my forehead against the cold steering wheel and closed my eyes – the nightly event had worn me out terribly, and the nagging anxiety in the back of my mind wasn't helpful either. First a nightmare, which left me screaming in bed, then insomnia kicked in because of the adrenaline.
And now another day of school. Oh joy. The more I thought about having to socialize with them strangers, the more reluctant I felt to go. Frankly, I'd rather spend a whole month working on my new house and the garden around it than this. Last week had been… alright, I guess, but no. No people person.
Sitting up straight, I ran a hand through my bangs (which as a result became static and clung to my forehead). Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, I mentally sang, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming..
At times like these I was so glad people couldn't read minds. It would be plainly humiliating.

The sound of a closing door pulled me out of my mantra. A black jacket with brown hair flowing over it had exited the house it was now locking up. Unless Chief Swan had grown an immense amount of hair overnight as well as feminine features – which I highly doubted – this was Bella being early. The keys were being placed under the eaves by the door.
She turned around (surprise, it was indeed her), and jumped six feet in the air at the sight of my car. Was a Ford that terrifying?
With a hand to her chest she came closer, after having caught her breath, and I opened the passenger's door from the inside.

"Are you aware how little effort it would take a burglar to break into your home?"
Bella frowned. "No offence, but what are you doing here?"
"Get it," I commanded, and she abided by it. "You're getting a tour around my place after school, remember?"
Bella's cheeks flustered. "Oh, right."
We both fastened our seatbelts, and I threw Bella's backpack on the back seats, next to mine. Gently, of course.
"And now to school… Just imagine," I tried to cheer her up, "people might actually start to call us the pale Phoenix twins if we don't get up and face them."
A small smile broke through on Bella's face at the thought. "I doubt they'd mistake us for twins. Beside the appearance there's an obvious difference in grace."
"Too bad PhysEd is mandatory in all four years here."
She immediately grew gloomy. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. "Ugh. Now you're just rubbing it in."
"Stop worrying about it! There's a big chance that they will place you in the same classes as me. Do you wish to bet?"
"You could just say wanna bet, Ave. Wanna." Bella automatically corrected me. Slang wasn't something that I picked up easily.
"Fine - wanna bet?"
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes when she spoke up: "What about, if we're in four or less hours together, you get to drive us to school for two weeks."
"Three or less," was the counteroffer. "Take it or leave it."
"You've got yourself a deal."

The entire two miles my company had kept silent, growing paler with every minute.
"How are your nerves?"
She swallowed hard as she stared out of the window. Her heart was beating like mad. "I'm afraid they didn't make it."
"If you have to throw up, warn me beforehand will you?" This was a serious request – one time, just before sports day began (her personal Hell) she'd vomited right on the spot. The upside of it was that she didn't have to participate after that.

I remembered my first week vividly, and it hadn't been optimal either.

~Le Flashback~

The atmosphere around the house had changed since my last visit. The green of the surrounding nature had lessened, and the ground had become a dark brown, sloppy mass.
When I opened the door the chilliness surprised me, even though it shouldn't. First task, turn up the heat. The house had one of those manual thermostat thingies, and I immediately set it to 60°F. Next I placed my humid coat over the heater and the umbrella and suitcase next to it. That would dry after a while.

Well, there I stood, with an immense task beforehand. You never know how much possessions you have until you move. All of the furniture had been replaced by dozens of boxes. The living room-and-kitchen-in-one only needed some cleaning before the furniture could be installed, so that would probably be the best thing to do first.

The walls had been painted in a light shade of blue, which complimented the wooden beams and floor. There were two large windows on the left side of the room, where a couch would come to stand from where you could enjoy the view outside. In the middle of the room there was a corridor with four doors, one of which lead to the veranda on the back side of the house. The doors left were those of the bathroom and the boiler, and the one on the right gave entrance to the only bedroom. Opposite of the windows was a small kitchen, and there would come a semi-circular table in front with two chairs around.
The room itself was probably not more than 25 feet long and 15 feet wide, corridor, bathroom and bedroom excluded of course.

But for now, in which box had I left the cleaning supplies again? I knew it had the label 'kitchen', so that left only four boxes to look through. Oh joy. But luck was on my side, because the very first box I opened was the right one. After that it didn't take long before the kitchen had a lavender odour. That was one of the advantages of having a small kitchen: there is less cleaning to do. The previous inhabitants had also cleaned before leaving, which made everything a whole lot easier.

Now the boxes… I needed to move them in order to get the room clean and liveable before midnight. I attempted to lift one of the carton ones, with a hand on either side. Turned out they weren't as heavy at all. In no-time they had all been moved to the bedroom, revealing a larger space than it might've appeared.
A vacuum-cleaner and mop over the floor, a sweep over the window sills and tadaa, the room was habitable.

Move the furniture in, and there you've got yourself a kitchen and a living room.

From the deep depth of the filled bedroom I got myself some blankets and pillows, and created a warm sleeping spot on the beige couch. My bed for the coming week or two. I didn't mind the slightest to sleep on the couch, no, it was exciting to do something different than normally. And with some decorating candles or photographs or whatever it would be even cosier than now. And curtains, that had to be added to the shopping list.

I must agree, this all sounds boring and like little less than an hour had passed, but everyone who has moved once will probably agree with me that a) there isn't much to be said, except moving this, installing that, etc. and b) it always takes longer than you expect. By now it was around 6:30 PM, dinner time.
Chips, I should've remembered to buy myself dinner, I realised, sitting on the couch and staring at the small dining table. On Sundays the shops were closed, so that left me with only a few leftovers from what I'd taken with me – muesli bars and an apple. Well, it would suffice for now.

I took a small bite from the apple and laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

Forks was very much different from Phoenix, that was certain. And this bungalow, it had a pleasant atmosphere, but it was different nevertheless. A part of me missed the small apartment with the balcony, the orchids on the coffee table, the black and white tiles in the bathroom. True, the orchids and coffee table were here, but it was still not the same.
Oh well… I figured I would get used to it soon.

In between the sea of green, just off the highway, a collection of maroon buildings appeared. The only indications that they belonged together were the big parking lot and the sign that read: 'Forks High School'. It differed a lot from the public high school in Phoenix, which had more of an institution-like exterior.

"I think that's where I have to be," I mused at the sight of the first building, with FRONT OFFICE on it. There was a smaller lot in front, probably off-limits.
'I'm not certain if I'm allowed to park here, but I am kind of early… Oh well, I'll park in the right lot after this,' I decided, and parked the car on a random spot.
The sudden silence only increased the heavy feeling. First day of school, great. I had only one goal for the next weeks, and that was to not stand out. Wish me luck.

I clambered out of the car, leaving my bag inside. The car was locked anyway. There weren't any students yet, which was a good sign I supposed.

When I entered the front office I was met by a pleasant warmth.
My overall impression of the small room was that it was rather cosy. Folding seats formed a waiting area, the walls were covered with all sorts of pictures and awards, and an old clock ticked the time away.
Behind a long counter that split the room in two there was a red-haired, bespectacled woman, who looked like the maternal figure of the school, proud of all her little students. She was dressed in a mere T-shirt, as opposed to the sweater I was wearing underneath a loose jacket. Whoops.
"Can I help you?" she asked, looking up from a neatly stacked pile of paperwork that yet needed to be done.
"Good morning," I responded, "My name is Avery Lewis. I've been told to-"
"Of course," she cut me off, and began digging through a different pile until she found several sheets. Obviously the name rang a bell, not a good sign.
"Here is your schedule, and a map of the school." She then gave a thorough description of every building, the different teachers, the best routes to each building, and in addition handed me a slip of paper where I had to gather a sign of every teacher I had a lesson from today.
"Thank you for the information," I told her, and flashed a polite smile at her. She merely nodded.
"You're welcome dear."

Once outside I suddenly spotted a line of students in their cars, trying to find a spot on a separate parking lot. And that rhymed. The average car was as old, maybe even older than my Mustang – even a Volvo stood out.
For some reason the other students never noticed my presence – not yet, at least. But I intended to keep it that way.

There wasn't much to be told about that day.

The first hour was fine. With chemistry we had lab partners, mine was a brown-haired girl who had no skills in the lab – some fellow students muttered something like 'hope she doesn't blow stuff up again'. I did not see the source of their concern. Her name was Jessica, and she was a tad clumsy, yes, but not inapt.
Before long the bell rang, a monotonous buzzing sound, and I gathered my belongings to head towards building six.

I was one of the first to arrive at government, thank goodness, but had been assigned a seat close to the teacher, Mr. Jefferson. Bugger. Iconic name, by the way. Government also went by quickly as the teacher droned on, though I hadn't picked up much from what he was saying.

Trigonometry was a completely different story. Mr. Varner demanded I would stand in the front and introduce myself. I'd been through the horrific experience before, and it was just as awful as always.

After gym the lunch hour started. Worst part of the day. Just like I'd always done I evaded the cafeteria, and instead sat outside reading a book. It hadn't yet rained today, luckily, but not even the ominous clouds in the distance could keep me from sitting on the stone tiles with my back to the wall, out of everyone's sight. Until I had memorised the layout of the school, this was where I would be compelled to spend an hour per day here.

Ancient Greek went past in a blur, and soon the last subject of the day began - geography. Mr. Lowe, a balding man around his fifties, he allowed me to sit wherever I liked. Next to the window there were two empty seats next to each other, so my choice was obvious.
Geography had always been a rather easy subject. Especially now we were studying endogenic and exogenic processes, so it wasn't hard to catch up.

At the end of the day I handed back the slip of paper to Mrs. Cope – the Front Office lady.
"How was your first day at school?" she asked, kindly.
I shrugged. "I suppose it was good, but there might be needed some more time to adjust."
She nodded sympathetically (Please don't) and waved to the door. "You're free to go. You can always drop by if you have a question, you know that?"
"Thank you, I will." That was a lie.

~End of Le Flashback~

We arrived early at school, and so I was able to find myself one of the better parking spots.
Basically Front Office was a repetition of my first day, but my friend could only stare at the many plants wearily.
We thanked the lady and got back into my car as fast as possible, to wait for the other students.
"That was great. Let me see your schedule," Bella demanded.
After a while Bella handed me the schedule back with a nauseous grin.
"I win. Now I don't know if I should be triumphant or horrified," she added with a grimace. "We only have trigonometry and government together."
"But your first subject is English," I opposed, "and that's usually a piece of cake. Do you want to trade – I have chemistry." She wasn't in the mood, clearly.
She sighed, and after a long silence began to move again. "Well, now is as good as a time as ever."
It had begun to rain cats and dogs, and armed with raincoats we followed two unisex raincoats to the lockers, from where we parted. Me to chemistry, Bella to English.

None of the students bothered to talk to me. Some even stopped speaking when I passed. I wasn't looking hostile, was I? They had been doing this for the entire week already, and that was rather unnerving for some reason. On the bright side, they left me be.

Jessica from chemistry had decided to fill the silence that sometimes fell in our conversations with continuous chatter, and the only thing I needed do was nod and say "Indeed" and "Probably" every once in a while.

When Bella arrived several minutes later than me at Government she was talking with.. a boy?
"Who was that?" I therefore asked as soon as she sat down next to me.
"His name is Eric, I believe. Overly helpful chess club type," she muttered under her breath.
"Ah. Some pain in the neck they are." A shortage of sleep definitely did increase the frequency of sarcasm.
She snorted. "You just sounded like my grandmother."

We left the matter of Eric for what it was, and instead I asked the question that bothered me slightly more than a possible follower: "Do I look scary or something? Where you attract people they seem to evade me."
She leant back and studied me with a critical eye. "I can't say," was the outcome, "your bangs have grown too long, perhaps? It gives you a bit of a seclusive aura…"
We shrugged synchronically, then both laughed about that. Nearly the entire classroom turned to look at us incredulously.

Trigonometry was horrible. Like me last week Bella was called to the front by Mr. Varner to introduce herself: she turned tomato red and began to stutter. And as if 20 pairs of staring eyes wasn't unnerving enough for her, she also tripped and nearly took me down with her.

After gym, assisted by a dark girl with unruly brown curls in the extreme, I made it to the cafeteria – I hadn't yet been there, having spent this hour elsewhere instead, but for Bella's sake…
I opted for only a bottle of water for lunch in order to skip the line.

Bella was quickly spotted: she had joined several other people at a full table, I noticed – a bespectacled brunette and a corn silk blonde whom I had geography with, Jessica from Chemistry and Trigonometry, chess club type (what on earth?!) and another blond.
And she had been afraid she'd stand out?
Getting a heavy feeling by only thinking of joining them without invitation, I steered to an empty table in the back.
A headache was coming up, making me only more annoyed than before. Now that hostile impression was very, very welcome. The warmth of the cafeteria made me want to lay down on the cool table. However this would probably come across as peculiar, so instead I sipped at the cold water and held my eyes fixed on the table. Silently I listened to the different conversations in the room, especially those at Bella's table. Not eavesdropping, just.. paying attention.

"Who are they?" she suddenly piped up. Jessica giggled before answering: "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who just left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."
Curiosity led me to look who they meant, though it wasn't hard to see. Four people were sitting apart from the others, and they clearly stood out. The first boy had bronze hair, and indifferently looked up at Bella's group as if someone had called his name but had meant a namesake, and he'd involuntarily responded to it. The second was brawny, and at a shortage of words, a bear of a guy. No really, in a match between him and a bear I wouldn't take bets. The third, a blonde girl, was the impossibly perfect type. The photoshopped girls on a magazine cover were incomparable to her. The fourth boy was muscular, though not as much as the bear-like person, and honey blond.
There were several things they had in common – first, their clothing was all designer type. Not obvious, but still too good to be second hand. Next, and that probably made them stand out most, was the paleness of their skin and the colour of their eyes: butterscotch/amber. They were all staring at their plates, outside or at a wall, as if in deep thought, and had dark shadows under their eyes (probably because of a lack of sleep). In other words, they were different. But who cares, this was high school, everyone stood out in some way. And I didn't really have the right to judge.

The pounding in the back of my head grew more painful because of the constant stream of chatter. My wariness certainly spiked, because of… well, I'd figure that out later, I was a little occupied at the moment.
The urge to leave the cafeteria now grew with every second that passed by, whether that was because of the Cullen's or the continuous buzzing I did not know, the headache made it hard to think about anything but the cruel pounding in my head.
One… Two… Three… Four… I counted along with the heartbeat that terrorised my brain. Five… Six… Seven… Still… Three… Quarters… To… Go…
Nope I'm done.
Only a quarter after I'd entered the cafeteria I left again, carrying the partly finished bottle of water along.

The next three quarters I did nothing more than hide in the girl's bathroom, waiting for the bell to ring – and finally, finally it did. The headache had diminished a little, fortunately. With a feeling of relief and annoyance I made my way to building two, where I had Ancient Greek with Mr. Howard. And oh joy, chess club was there too.

At the end of the day I gathered my belongings and went to front office, where to my surprise Bella was already standing in front of, talking with that blond boy from earlier. As soon as she spotted me she cut off the conversation.
"Oh, sorry Mike, I have to go. Hi Ave!" She approached me faux-cheerful, so as to make this Mike understand that he should leave.
"How was your day?" I went along, "No wait- don't tell me yet. Don't spoil the surprise. First front office." There was a hint of sarcasm in my voice as a result of a bad mood, but she appeared to understand and we walked together to front office. In the meanwhile I tried to get the car keys out of my bag and not let the cold wind get the better of the papers.

When we entered the building however we both froze in out spots. There in front of us was the bronze-haired boy from lunch hour. He was discussing something with the receptionist, unaware of us entering. He was discussing his change from Biology II the sixth hour to another class. I remembered Bella having the same subject at the same hour, so they must be classmates, then.
His back stiffened, and he turned to look at us – Bella, more specifically – with one of the foulest glares I'd encountered so far. If looks could kill, Bella would long have been six feet under.
As far as I knew neither of us had offended him in any way, and I highly doubted that shy Bella would be capable of annoying someone this much within an hour, unless she'd accidentally stepped on his foot or something.

"Anyhow," he hastily ended the discussion, "I think I will ask my sister for further help, thank you so much." Without waiting for the receptionist's response he disappeared through the door.
I almost felt sorry for Bella for having someone like him in the same class.

After Bella had handed over the slip of paper we hurried to my car before the now pouring rain would soak us. From the moment we had entered front office her face had grown somber, and now that we were strapping in she was on the verge of crying. Her rich brown eyes were moist from the tears she was trying to hold back.
"What's the matter? Was gym that bad?"
She shook her head. "Not here, please," she whispered, referring to the students who lingered around the cars.
I understood, and drove us out of there as fast as the speed limit allowed.

*3rd person p.o.v.*

"What do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it?" the black-haired girl commented from the other side of the bed. "The environment I mean."
Bella threw another shirt in the wardrobe, which Avery then picked up and folded neatly before placing it back. They were in Bella's room, since Avery had decided that it would be best to leave the surprise – her house – for tomorrow, regarding the emotional state Bella had been in when they left school. Bella had omitted to unpack her suitcases yesterday, so that was exactly what they were doing now.
"Says the newcomer to the native," the brunette mumbled.
Avery's lips parted in a laugh, revealing sharp canine teeth. Not abnormally, but Avril Lavigne kind of sharp. "True. But then again, I've already been here for more than two weeks." She stood out from the people present in the house; she had straight black hair, a more oval-shaped face, and was also slightly shorter than Bella. Sometimes Bella would use the height difference to tease her, by childishly holding things above her head.

A short silence followed, and her face fell. "You really dislike this situation, don't you?"
For a moment Bella considered lying. "I don't hate it.. I think. It's just not like home." She opened the second suitcase. "It's too wet. Too green. And every day I'll have to talk to him," she motioned to the door, "which is plainly awkward. I mean, I love him and all, but it's.. ugh. He's never gotten over my mom, which only makes this more uncomfortable. And tomorrow.."
She stopped unpacking and used both hands to pull back her hair in a frustrated motion.
"Tomorrow I'll be making a fool out of myself in front of everyone again. The newbie, the specialty from the South. Daughter of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last. I don't even know these people, and it only takes one day for them to know my entire history! Oh, and all those stereotype based questions they asked! Why aren't you tan like all people from the South? Because my genetics decided I was meant to be the part albino. But you must be good at beach volleyball, right? Wrong. Unless you want to get hit K.O. by the ball and lose, don't put me on the field. What's the weather like in Phoenix? Dry, hot and sunny, people! The exact opposite of this. Don't they have books here to, oh I don't know, look it up? Speaking about books, there isn't a single decent book store within a ten mile range. That means I'll have to go all the way to Port Angeles in order to get myself a new book."

All the while Avery listened patiently to her rantings, nodding understandingly every once in a while. The brunette flopped down on the bed in between them and sighed deeply.
"I just don't know how long I'll be able to stand it."

The green-eyed girl abandoned her work and sat down next to her friend, and began stroking her chocolate brown hair. "Now there, don't worry so much. I'm new here too, so that makes the two of us. Furthermore, there's a local library with a decent amount of books – not much, but enough to fill time. About Charlie, well, I'm certain he will open up to you more in a matter of time. From what I've heard this parenting situation is quite new for him, so don't be too harsh in judgement. In the time that you were in Phoenix things have changed here as well, so maybe it's a good idea to make the first step yourself. Ask about his hobbies, visit some of your friends from former times."
"Maybe," Bella muttered, still looking downcast. Avery sighed knowingly.
"That boy from front office, he is bothering you, isn't he?"
She visibly stiffened.
"Will you tell me what happened?"
It was silent for a moment, and Bella's face was a mixture of sadness and fuming anger.
"Nothing happened," she eventually broke the silence, "I just had to sit next to him in Biology, and then he just became mad for no obvious reason! He was looking at me like I was the foulest creature on earth, or had insulted him or something. And now he's changed classes, because of me!" By now she was nearly crying. "And I still don't know what I've done wrong."
"Maybe he isn't a people person."
"Maybe." She didn't sound convinced.
"Or hormones – unpredictable mood swings, random outbursts of uncontrolled anger.."
"You think that was it?"
"Could well be. Unless you dropped your books on him he doesn't have a reason to behave this way. You'll see he'll have come around by tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter," she slowly agreed. "He's not in one of my classes anymore – only during lunch hour I'll be seeing him."
"That's right. Besides, you can always spend the fifth hour with me in the music room, like we used to," the other added. "And you have a group of friends already, I'm certain they'll be on your side in the matter."

The outcome of said matter however went different that either of them had anticipated.