As soon as Jacob left, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I fell on the floor with that discussing taste in my mouth and cried. For half an hour, all I could do was cry. Jacob and I had sex and now I didn't even love. What kind of person was I turning in to?

When I finally felt well enough to stand up, I went into my bedroom to change my sheets. I mean, the last thing I needed was Charlie walking into my room and noticing my dirty sheets and realizing I that had I sex with someone while he was away.

I sighed; I was horrified with the way I things were going. Just when I was happy and in love without a care, I got my memory back. I couldn't believe the irony of the situation! The crazy thing was, I wasn't in love with Jacob anymore; all that devotion had gone straight to Edward. Edward! The last this had happened, he had gone straight to the Volturi, which only meant that I had so much time before it happened again.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed Edward's number, but there was no answer. Oh, God.

I dialed another number and was more fortunate this time. "Bella?" asked Alice in a surprised voice.

"Alice!" I said, relieved. "Alice, I got my memory back. Where's Edward? He's not answering his phone."

"Bella he's- he's-"

"Alice! Where is he?"

"Bella, he's… gone."

"Alice, don't do this to me!" My heart started to pound and my head began to throb.

"Bella, he thinks you don't love him anymore."

"But he's wrong! He's all wrong! I love him so much, more than anything in the world."

"That's not what he thinks."

"Where is he, Alice? Just tell me!" I was almost screaming into the phone I was so nervous.

In a quiet voice she replied, "He went to Italy."

My hand started to tremble and I dropped the phone. It broke into several pieces when it hit the floor, but I didn't care. Edward, now and forever the one I loved, was committing suicide because he thought I didn't love him. Everything was spinning around me; I could hardly breathe. Suddenly, I saw the ground rise up to meet my face and a whooshing sound in my ears; everything went back.

When I woke up, Alice was sitting on a chair by my head staring into my eyes. She had moved me onto the couch and had a worried look on her face.

"Bella!" she said upon realizing that I was wake. "We have to go now before it's too late." She sounded more scared than the last time this happened. "Are you ok?"

"I don't care. Get in my car; we're going to the airport."

"Are you suggesting we use a Mercedes when we have a Porsche on our hands? I don't think so."

"What about a passport and boarding pass?" I asked as everything suddenly became more focused.

"I gathered all that while you were unconscious."

"What about Charlie?"

"As long as you don't mind an extremely angry father, we're good to go. I left him a note."

We immediately headed out the door and into her car. Alice slammed her foot down onto the pedal as the accelerated out of my driveway and down the street.

"Alice," I croaked, almost unable to speak. "Someone's gonna give us a ticket."

"It's a fine or your love, Bella. You choose."

I sighed. Normally I would care about getting in trouble, about things like tickets and fines, but not now. The only thing that mattered to me right now was getting to Edward before the Volturi did.

As the minutes ticked by, I began to worry if we would get there in time. And if we didn't… no. I wasn't going to think about that.

As we boarded our plane to New York, I was extremely thankful that there was an airport this close to home; we wouldn't have made it if we had to drive to Seattle. While we waited for the plane to take off, I slowly, I drifted to sleep and began to dream. An image of Edward burning in the middle of a circle of hooded figures appeared in my mind. A high pitched cackle came from a shorter member and I recognized it to belong to Jane. I saw Caius's face flicker in the firelight and Aro sadly shaking his head, mumbling about he was a good vampire. Behind the Volturi, I saw Carlisle and Esme staring down into their burning foster child, to sad to cry if they had had the ability to do so. As the Volturi left, Alice kneeled by Edward's ashes, shaking as though she were sobbing. Jasper crouched beside her and held her hand. Behind them, Rosalie was crying into Emmett's shoulder; Emmett embraced her and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, I screamed. NO! He couldn't die!

Awoken by my scream, I was fully conscious and noticed every person on the plane staring in my general direction.

"Bella?" asked Alice in a worried voice. "Bella, what is it?"

"I'm just so worried. How much longer is it until we get to New York?"

"About an hour, you slept a while. What were you doing up so late last night?"

The correct answer would be who was I doing, but I decided not to point that out. Luckily, a flight attendant had come over to see what the problem was. "Anything the matter?"

"No, ma'am, just a bad dream," I said.

"Alright, if you say so. Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?"

"No, thanks, I'm not hungry."

As the

"Reading," I finally decided on saying. Hopefully my lie wasn't too blatant.

Unfortunately, Alice could see right through me. "If that's what you say…" she said skeptically.

"I'm hungry. Did they already serve the food?"

"You just said you weren't."

"I lied."

"Right, I saved you a little something. I hope you like peanuts."

"Peanuts are fine, Alice, thanks so much."

She smiled and pulled a shiny plastic bag out of her purse and handed it to me. I immediately opened it and ravenously devoured each and every peanut.

"I have more if you'd like-"

"Yes! Yes please."

Alice took out two more bags and handed them to me. "On the next flight, we can get you some real food," she said as I wolfed down the rest of the peanuts.

Two and a half hours later, I was flying over the Atlantic Ocean and eating a turkey sandwich. Alice sat beside me with her tray down and was reading a book. "Alice?" I asked.

She looked up. "Yes?"

"Alice, how did I hit my head? Edward said it was a motorcycle accident but…"

"You don't remember?"

"Not really…"

"Hmm, I'll have to inform Carlisle of that."

"What he said is only remotely true; you were riding a motorcycle when it happened. However, the accident wasn't caused by the actual bike."

"Then what did cause it?"

"Paul."

"Paul?" I was shocked. So that's why nobody could tell me the truth; it was werewolf related. "What about Paul?"

"It all started when Jacob came back from Canada. It was Edward's present to you, seeing Jacob again, but I guess he couldn't stay away. Anyways, he came over to your house and took you motorcycling for the day until your bachelorette party. While driving, he came across Paul, who quickly became angry when he found that you came back and told Bella before his own brothers, and he phased."

"But how I did I get hurt and not Jacob?"

"I'm getting to it. So Paul phased and attacked Jacob. Then you, being the noble saint you are, tried to get him to stop and he hit you, throwing you into a rock."

"Oh. Ow…"

"Yeah."

Just then, a flight attendant appeared by our row. "Are you finished with you food?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied; she took my sandwich and tossed it into a garbage bag, then walked away. I shut the window and leaned against it, trying to fall asleep.

"Here, Bella," said Alice, as she handed me her IPod. "It'll help you fall asleep."

I took it and put the band called Muse on shuffle; they were pretty good. Slowly I fell asleep, but only to be greeted by another bad dream. This time, I was standing in the Volturi's palace and Jane was with me. I was lying on the floor, writhing in pain; my shield had broken and I was now vulnerable to Jane's powers. I was almost dead; I was seconds away from breathing my last breath, screaming my last scream, when the dream changed. Suddenly, it was Edward on the floor, screaming in pain. But instead of a smiling, sadistic Jane looming above him, it was me. I was wrapped around Jacob in a way that would not have been appropriate for the Cullens to see. Suddenly, the perspective changed; I was seeing through Bella's eyes instead of merely viewing the scene. "Bella, Bella," said Alice, and I felt like I was being shook. Was Jacob shaking me? "Bella," said Alice, louder. She was staring into my eyes with a pleading expression on her face. "Bella!" she shouted, and I woke up.

"Bella!" She looked frightened. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Edward… He died. The Volturi were there. And then you all came and… Oh, Alice!" I cried, and began to sob on her shoulder.

She sighed and smiled sympathetically. "It'll be ok. We'll get there in time."

"Do you see us getting there in time?" I whimpered.

She paused before taking a deep breath. "No, I don't."

I moaned in agony. "Is that it then? Is it all over?"

"No, it's not all over. Edward has made a decision to die, so I see him dying. But, when we get there-"

"If we get there," I interrupted.

"No, Bella, when we get there, he will change his mind, thus forth the future will change, making my visions change. We can do this. Just have a little faith."

I gulped. "'Kay, Alice," I croaked. "'Ow come you don't seem worried?"

She sighed again. "I am worried, Bella. More than you know. But if I show that I don't believe we'll get there in time, you'll be hopeless."

"Do you believe it won't happen?!" I almost shrieked. I was close to hysterics.

"No, Bella. I have perfect faith that Edward will not die from this. Now, I think that you should distract yourself. How about you watch a movie?"

I shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

"Just, Bella? What ever you do, don't fall asleep."