At five am we would be leaving to Chicago. It is now twelve am. I'm sitting in the living room in the rocking chair. It is times like these when I just come to think. Soft little footsteps came down the stairs. They are probably one of the kids. Through the dim kitchen light I can see it is Anthony. He has a little toy in his hand. "Come here Tony." I beckon his towards me. As he gets closer I could see the tears staining his face. My heart clenches at the sight. I pulled him onto my lap. "What is wrong baby?" I whispered in his ear. I stroke his hair gently and rub his back softly.

"I had a bad dream momma." Anthony chokes on a sob.

"Would you like to talk about it?" I ask him softly. Anthony nods.

"We were on the plane to Chicago. The pilot was trying to kill us and he crashed the plane. Then I was the only one alive. I felt so dead. So numb and scared." He sobbed into my satin nightgown.

"Shh. It is only a dream. It will be alright." I cooed into his ear. He started to go limp into my arms but not yet asleep.

"All night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord. All night, all day, angels watching over me.

Sun is a-setting in the West; angels watching over me, my Lord. Sleep my child, take your rest; angels watching over me.

All night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord.All night, all day, angels watching over me. "

I sung softly to him. I could feel the vibrations as his chest moved with is sleep pattern. I smiled softly to myself and brushed the hair away from his eyes. I softly, not to wake him, rose the chair and walked upstairs. I set him in his bed but he would not loosen the tight grip he had on me. I sighed and slid underneath him. My legs hung off the short little racecar bed. A smile was set upon my face as I drifted into a warm slumber.

Something was moving my body back and forth. My eyes pried open and I saw the gorgeous face of my husband. "Wake up. Time to get going for Chicago." He murmured against my cheek. He pulled back and got John up. The crisp air of December morning hit my legs. A shiver went down my spine. I gently shook Anthony awake. He wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"Time to go to the airport." I kissed his hair and sauntered towards Justin's and my room. I grabbed my already packed suitcase and set it on our queen sized bed. I walked over towards our dresser and pulled out a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress. I quickly put it on. Then I put on a jacket that was really warm. Where are my purple stilettos? I pondered to myself while searching the closet. I found my stilettos and slid them on. It amazes me how I can wear heels without falling. Having twins does that to you. My suitcase traveled behind me as I trotted downstairs. My hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Everyone was in the garage. I locked the house door behind me as we all piled into the van. I sat in the back by Alice and Anthony. Justin was driving. The kids have already fallen back asleep. We traveled through the airport quickly and got on the plane to Chicago.

The plane ride was excruciatingly long. We finally landed in Chicago. The air was crisp and cutting through flesh cold. We raced towards a taxi and piled inside. I lapped on Justin while Emma and Grace on their husbands. The kids sat, squished, between us. The taxi speed towards the nearest hotel. The Chicago streets had many dark, old fashioned street lamps. There were many tall apartment complexes and houses. Some of the large buildings were studios. The taxi driver pulled up to a brightly lit hotel. Justin handed him a wad of two twenties and we all clambered out. Our feet moved at a hurried pace into the lobby. We would want the children to get sick. Not at all. The lady behind the counter gave us a key and told us what floor we would be on. We are on the tenth floor. The elevators were dimly lit and warm. The ride to the floor was speedy. Our room was fairly large. It had three bedrooms, a kitchen, some couches, a TV, and a bathroom. The teal carpet was nice and squishy under our tired feet. We set the kids and bed and collapsed on our own beds.

The morning light poured in through the window. I groaned and reluctantly got up. I pulled on a black long sleeved shirt and black jeans. I tossed a beige jacket on and rubber boots. I pulled my hair into a side pony tail. I grabbed my scrubs and hurriedly left my room. Grace and Emma patiently waited by the door for me.

"Morning." Grace smiled softly at me. I smiled back as we left the hotel. The men would know were we went. The elevator went so much slower going down.

"What do you think the hospital is going to be like?" Emma pondered aloud. I shrugged as we exited the elevator. The busy streets of Chicago were overly populated with people. The air was chilly and damp. Probably rained last night. I whistled for a cab. One pulled up quickly. We entered.

"St. Banner hospital please." Grace asked curtly. The cab driver nods and speeds in the direction towards the hospital.

"Chicago is not as bad as it would seem. Weather wise." I murmured. It was ice cold but the rain is not so bad. Grace and Emma both shrug. The cab pulls up to a fairly small clinic. "This is the hospital that needed our help?" I asked, incredulously. Graces hands the man a ten dollar bill and we slip out into the cold weather. The sidewalk is damp as we walk on it. The sliding doors open as we step onto the map. Inside it is toasty. My numb fingers almost sigh with relief. I lead the way over to the administrative desk. In a way I'm the leader of our family. I pretty much call all the shots. A lady with perfect straight red hair is behind the counter. She has large glasses on. The glasses are not seeing glasses but sunglasses. That is peculiar. I give her a small nod. She flashed all white pearly teeth at me.

"How may I help you?" She murmurs, her voice is slightly strangled but yet is sickens me to my core. It sounds just like Victoria's voice. Babyish and high pitched. My stomach clenches together but I show no distress.

"Yes. I am Isabella Aarons. These are my two coworkers, Grace Fisher and Emma Carter. We are the trainers from Phoenix, Arizona." I say in a clear, slightly edged voice. Little dents started to form were the lady was holding onto her desk so tightly.

"I would need your maiden name Mrs. Aarons." The lady almost snarled at me. Very peculiar behavior.

"Swan. Isabella Swan." I murmured quietly. The pen in her hand breaks and she gently picks up a new one and scribbles onto a piece of paper the directions to the floor we go onto. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Her voice is sickening and demented. I rush past the desk and to the elevators. I hit the up button. Grace and Emma are at my side. I clear my face of all emotion. The elevator opens and I see a face I haven't see in so long.

"C-C-Carlisle?"