A small, black rectangle was sitting at the bottom of the safe.

I stared at it for a moment, confused. Then I picked it up. I found a button on the side and pushed it. Immediately, the rectangle lit up. Well, the front of it, anyway.

"Holy…! A phone!" I pushed buttons until I got to the list of phone numbers. It had one. No name, no anything. Just a number.

"I might as well." I said as I pushed the green "send" button.

The phone on the other end rang twice before someone picked up.

"Took you long enough," a voice said.

"Blaine!" I said in surprise.

"I thought you'd never get the message! And to think, you single-handedly figured me out."

"Blaine!" This time, it was in annoyance.

"Can you say anything other than my name?"

"Uh, thanks for the phone."

"You're welcome. The instructions are in the closet."

"Why there?"

"Why not?"

I rolled my eyes at the wacky brain that is Blaine.

"Blaine," I said suddenly, "Where are you?"

"Um… That is classified information," he said. I laughed. "No, really. It is. Carlisle says I'm not to say where we are." A pause. "Seriously. Too much information could put you in danger."

"I thought James was gone," I said, trying to extract some "dangerous information."

"Oh, he is, but his mate—Oh, crap. I have to go."

"Okay, can you—?" He had hung up before I could get my question out.

I closed the safe and put the phone in my bag. I then opened the closet and found a booklet on the floor. After I put those in my bag, I went home.

Days slowly went by, and I would occasionally be able to talk to Blaine on the phone.

During brief snippets of time, when neither of us were talking, I would hear people in the background. I could never understand them, but I recognized them… and I took inventory of those around him.

Not once did I hear Edward.

"Blaine," I said as he answered his phone. "Where's Edward?"

"Edward?" Blaine said. "He's right here."

"No, he's not."

"Of course he is." He was definitely trying to hide something.

"Don't give me that crap, Blaine. I know he isn't there. Where is he?"

"He's … um… he's …" he mumbled an answer.

"Didn't quite hear that," I said.

"He's off tracking Victoria—James's mate. I'm really not supposed to tell you anything. It could be a potential danger to you, your mom, and anyone you know."

"Okay… so you can't tell me when you get back?"

"No, sorry. All I can tell you is to keep an eye out for my sign. Crud. Carlisle needs me. I'd better go." Blaine hung up.

Blaine's POV

My phone rang, and I knew exactly who it was. I just wasn't expecting the question.

"Blaine, where's Edward?"

I silently cursed to myself.

"Edward? He's right here."

"No, he's not." Crap.

"Of course he is."

"Don't give me that crap, Blaine. I know he isn't there. Where is he?"

"He's… um… he's tracking Victoria." I mumbled the last part.

"Didn't quite hear that."

I reluctantly told her. "He's off tracking Victoria—James's mate. I'm really not supposed to tell you anything. It could be a potential danger to you, your mom, and anyone you know."

"Okay… so you can't tell me when you get back?" she asked.

"No," I sighed, but I was thinking, I wish. "Sorry. All I can tell you is to keep an eye out for my sign." It was then that I glanced over at Carlisle who motioned for me to hang up. "Crud. Carlisle needs me. I'd better go." And I closed the phone.

"Why?" I asked, a hint of whine in my voice.

"Do you want to put her in danger?" he raised an eyebrow, and then Emmett broke in.

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll have to shut it for you."

"Emmett…" Carlisle warned him. Then he turned to me. "I'm going to have to take away your phone."

"But—!"

"We've already agreed that you'd go back to Forks early. Don't push it."

I shut up. He still took the phone. Crud.

Emile's POV

I tried calling Blaine again, but I got the answering machine. It was Carlisle.

"Blaine got his phone taken away. He won't have it back for a while, so you can leave a message, but he won't get it until then."

I sighed and pressed "End".

For the next two months, or so, Bella began to look healthier. Happier, I suppose.

I, on the other hand, began to look a bit depressed. I knew I felt depressed.

I saw no signs of Blaine coming back, and now I couldn't even talk to him.

Every night I watched my tree house for something different.

Finally, I saw something. A shadow passed across the tree house window. I thought I was seeing things until the shadow passed by the window twice more.

I pulled on my jacket and went out (My mom was working third shift).

"H-hello?" I said quietly as I put my foot on the bottom rung of my rope ladder. "Is that you Blaine?"

I pulled out the mini flashlight I had stowed in my jacket pocket when I had reached the top. When I switched it on, I was awestruck.

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