Alice

I couldn't see Bella... but everyone had heard the start of that phone call.

Garrett had arrived here, exactly as I had forseen. He had toured the house, made the small talk and we had finally gotten around to the part where we were all waiting for him. He would be delivering a message that I hadn't seen the end of. We were all perched in the Carlisle's study, exactly as I had seen before.

"I came to deliver a warning. At least I think it's a warning..." he began cautiously, as Carlisle's phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting Garrett's explanation. Carlisle briefly took out his phone, frowned at it and looked up.

"Excuse my taking this, but this is unusual." Carlisle motioned to the phone and pressed the answer key, making to leave the room in an effort for privacy. Jacob's booming and frantic voice reached all of our supernaturally tuned ears before he had the chance to even greet the caller.

"Doc, I need you here. My house. Bella's dead. She was crushed in the fire. The whole house is gone. She's dead. She's not breathing, I can't hear her. I can't hear her heartbeat. She's gone, there's blood everywhere..."

I didn't hear the rest. Carlisle had grabbed his doctor's bag and flung himself out of the window. I let out a sharp, shocked breath. Jasper and Esme looked at me instantly. I searched, tried pushing forward into the future, ANY future. I couldn't see Bella... but then I couldn't ever see Bella anymore. But my family... surely my family would go to a funeral if there was one? After a few seconds of confused searching I realised that we were just as lost and blurry as ever. Charlie. Charlie was detached enough from the stupid wolf pack that he might just have what I needed. I grabbed through his murky darkness until I found what I needed.

Charlie was sitting in a new, barely unpacked living room, in a mildly crumpled black suit, a half-finished beer nested in his one hand, cell phone nested in the other. He was 'watching' a TV, but it was muted, and only displaying weather. He looked deathly pale, sleepless, ill almost. His phone rang, and he put it up to his ear.

"Yeah?" He paused, listening for the response. "Okay. I'll come by after the..." he swallowed quickly. "...funeral."

"No!" I cried out in alarm, burying my face into my hands, not fast enough to see Esme's hand clutched at her chest in agony.

"Is this what you were trying to warn us about?" asked Jasper, springing forward towards Garrett. I had hardly recalled he was there.

"I don't know. I don't think so." He held up his hands defensively, talking smoothly and quickly. "I had come here today because a woman by the name of Victoria contacted me earlier today. She's asking a lot about your family, and from what I could gather, not in the best light. From what I could sense anyway, but I didn't smell her heading this way. If anything, she looked like she was headed to Canada."

Esme suddenly stood, bowing her head in dismissal to Garrett. Her voice was shaky, scared. "I have to go. Carlisle will need his car. Thank you for bringing this to us, and I'm sorry we-"

"No no, please don't apologize." Garrett stopped her. "Go."

Esme was in the garage before the 'go' had finished reverberating off the walls. I stood, still shocked, not knowing what to do with myself. Bella. My Bella. She was dead? Garrett took a few moments, wondering about how to proceed. Jasper stood, stock still, looking at me. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, or thinking, or what my face displayed.

"This Bella..." Garrett started gently. Jasper and I looked at him. "I had mentioned before that I'd met her in Phoenix - albeit briefly. She was truly a part of your family?"

"Yes." Jasper had to answer. I couldn't have managed it. Garrett nodded kindly, and continued.

"Then please, pass on my condolences. I am truly sorry for your loss." He stood, walked towards me, lifting my hand to kiss it in dismissal. As he walked to the doorway, Jasper held out his phone, backtracked, and ruffled through Carlisle's desk for a charger.

"If you wouldn't mind taking this? If Carlisle wishes to call and discuss..."

"Of course." Garrett nodded. And he left, phone in hand. I listened for the click of the front door. Jasper still hadn't moved. I was annoyed and angry with him at being able to be so clam, but also grateful that one of us could manage something other than fear and sadness. Something rational. I waited, watching, not knowing what to do with myself. She was gone. And I was - I think - in shock.

Jasper walked across the room, and held onto me. I tried to flash my visions forward into Charlie's future again, but the only part I could find that was definitive, was that moment I'd already seen. So alone. So sad. Jasper held onto me. I searched blindly through the darkness of the immediate future for us too, and aside from seeing Rosalie and Emmett boarding a plane, and Edward in some rancid hotel in the south, I didn't see anything. Jasper held onto me. I had never lost anyone before. Not like this. It had gotten close - certainly nerve wracking with Bella a few times - but now... she was gone. Gone gone. I'd seen Charlie preparing for the funeral. We stood there for a long time, not wanting to move, not wanting to admit that anything had truly transpired. Not even Jasper could hide the tints of his pain as he tried to force false calm on me. I took to counting the breaths I was taking, instead of trying to think about anything - not an easy feat. I tried to watch Garrett's future for a little, watching him meander lazily back through the forest, heading generically south this time, away from here, but as he had no direction or plan, his future was blurry.

My cell phone rang suddenly, startling me. I picked it up instantly, pushing ever so slightly too hard on the buttons.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Alice," it was Esme. She sounded strained, but happy? "Bella's alive... for now. Carlisle is taking her into surgery now. She's in extremely bad condition. She was dead. Carlisle had found no pulse or breath. She has massive internal injury and bleeding. I... I don't understand how Renesmee did it, but she did it."

I sobbed for joy this time. We were apparently going to be making a trip to the hospital.

My eyes were clouded over by another vision - this time of Charlie, on the phone to someone again. He looked the same as he had before, but his suit was soaked with damp from the rain.

"Yeah, the funeral was fine. Sue and the kids... they'll be alright I think. I hate to think of them growing up without a dad. Seth's only, what, thirteen?..."

Oh sure. Only after I have a mental breakdown do I get the clarification that would have avoided the need for the mental breakdown.

"We'll be there soon."