Well, I know quit a few people who freaked out on me. No, Jacob and Bella will not end up together, so you all can chill. But cut her some slack, you guys, did I not make it clear how tired she was? Take a breath.

"So, where do we start?" Jacob asked.

"Um, I'm not sure. The only place I can think of would be there house, but I know that would be pointless…"

"Well it's better than anything I've got so we might as well try it." He said, starting the engine of my truck. Charlie had banned me from driving; afraid I'd fall asleep at the wheel. We started driving, and I directed him as necessary on how to get there.

We finally spotted the discreet turn off and he pulled into it.

My heart sputtered.

The decaying building that stood before us was not the Cullen manor. Architecturally it was identical. But the windows where almost nonexistent. The pillars of the porch were molding and looked to be on the brink of collapsing. The weather had torn away at the paint, which was faded and aged. It looked like no one had lived there for decades...

"Mmm," I whimpered as I fought a sob. Jacob hugged me. I had forgotten he was there, but as soon as his arms were around me, I collapsed and it was a good thing he held me up. I sobbed into his jacket.

"Shh..." he soothed.

"No! I c-can't understand. I know I'm not crazy, but I...I-I..." It took a few more minutes of sobbing before I could form a question. "You remember when you t-told me about the cold ones?" I choked over the word cold...

He nodded.

"And just before that, Sam and Lauren, they were talking about the Cullens!" I insisted desperately. His face looked pityingly down at me, "No, I don't remember that."

I crumpled. He stoked my back. "Jake." I protested.

He stopped, as desired, but looked at me like he expected me to keep speaking. I released a shallow, shaky breath.

"Can't you just pick me up in an hour? I n-need some time..."

"Uh, sure, I guess I can do that." He released me and I climbed out of the truck. "Call me if you want me to come back sooner."

I nodded and shut the door. He drove off. I stood there. The sobs had let up, but tears still streamed down my face. I walked toward the house. Inside was no more preserved than the outside. A piano was in the same place as before, but this one was dusty and chipped. Keys where missing. I roamed. It almost unrecognizable.

"I must be crazy." I reasoned. I fell to my knees. "So it was all a dream?" I accused at the sky as I lapsed back into sobs.

The house was quiet.

"You aren't that creative."

I turned, jerking my neck. Impossible. This wasn't happening. "Edward?"

He walked toward me. I gawked. "How-?" I pushed myself up.

He reached out for me and pulled me into him. I wound my arms around him and cried. I was so overwhelmed. It was too much to take in.

"I've missed you, Bella." he whispered so softly. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I couldn't speak just yet. And that wasn't the most urgent of my many questions.

Finally I managed, "What's going on? Why does no one remember you? Where is everyone else?" He looked at me with a blazing stare.

"I can't explain right now. I don't have long."

My heart stopped. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, every thing's fine. Listen to me, I need to leave now." His burning eyes hardened. "I love you." My jaw tightened. He didn't miss that. "I do. More than anything. Don't forget that. And take care of yourself."

It was quiet for only a moment as I processed. "No!" I half screamed as I clutched to him. "You can't leave me." I begged. His face look tortured as he stroked my cheek.

"I don't have a choice." He murmured. He kissed me. Tentatively at first, then rougher. He pulled back.

"I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Wait--" I touched his face, and looked searchingly into his eyes. I pressed up for another kiss and he obliged.

He freed my lips and kissed my cheek before pulling away. "I love you." I said.

"I love you, too."

"When will you be back?"

He was quiet. "I don't know."

Fresh tears poured from my eyes.

He sighed. "What have you been doing to yourself?" His fingertips stroked my cheek. "Get some sleep."

"Please, I just need a minute." I whispered.

He was still for only a moment. "I'm not supposed to be here now, I must go."

"Where?" I was suddenly filled with dread.

"I'll be fine, and I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."

And before I could protest or plead, he was gone.

I felt confused and terrified.

I heard the roar of my truck. There was no way I would live through this with even a shred of my sanity.

and...not to be a pooper or anything...but was anyone else here just a little disappointed with breaking dawn?