At first, I thought my lovely wife was having visions of the anniversary present I was going to give her. I had been trying to be indecisive, but when the perfect inspiration came to me that night, I couldn't help but start to plan it out. When she went into that vision and I felt her horror, I'd thought she hated it. I kissed her, trying to bring her back down to earth so that I could apologize for my mistake. Oddly, I felt her grow more and more terrified. Finally, her eyes clear and she sits up quickly.
"Jasper!" she shrieked. Suddenly, she started running around the room, picking out clothes, and packing bags. Some of them were already packed because we were going to try and find Edward soon. Abruptly, her eyes glazed over and she stilled.
"Jazz, stop projecting confusion," she said. "We won't be in time, but we have to try. Maybe we could help Charlie cope, or..."
"Ali, what on earth are you talking about? What did you see?" I asked, using my pet name for her. She was like a tornado, a cleaning force of nature as she finished packing bags, put things away, wrote stuff down…
"Oh, I know the perfect distraction!" Alice said as she moved. "Jazz, project lust. Like, boatloads of it. I can't tell you what I saw now because we're short on time..." She said as her face fell. I could tell whatever she had seen was bad so I did as she said. I could feel desire floating off her in waves as I projected. But then sadness, guilt, horror, and fear overrode the passion she felt.
"Ali, are we leaving?" I asked.
"Yes," she looked at me sadly. "We should both get dressed. Will you buy the tickets? First class to Seattle." I gave her a searching look, then a small smile as I put my clothes on and grabbed the phone. Alice zipped up the bags and grabbed a piece of paper where she scrawled a note to Carlisle. I felt a worm of suspicion coming from Emmett and Rosalie's room, but I quashed it down and replaced it with lust. Suddenly, Alice ran over to me, put her arms around me and kissed me passionately before she regained her composure. I smiled at her.
She only had one bag, an unusual thing for Alice. I figured it was her hurry to leave that kept her packing light.
I felt indecision coming from her when she closed her eyes. I knew what she was doing. She would make a decision and then see how it impacted the future. As she ran through the possible scenarios, I grabbed the bag to take to the car. I was about to ask which car, when Alice opens her eyes.
"Take the Vanquish, it's the fastest and Edward isn't here to miss it," Alice said. We leave the room together and I pump up the lust so that no one notices our departure. Alice puts the note on the coffee table in the living room. By the time we get on the road, Alice is shaking and dry sobbing at whatever was in her most recent vision.