Jacob's POV: It was time for me to come out now. I saw my dad. I saw his shrunken body from age. I saw the unhealthy shade of his skin from the treatments and from being so sick. I even saw the

marks on the back of his hands where the IV tube had been. I still smelled hospital on him, and it churned my stomach. I felt so guilty. I was selfish. When he actually needed me, I was out drowning

my sorrows in chasing squirrels. Stupid! Embry guided me over to a spot near officer Swan in the circle. Sorry to be blunt but… he looked like shit. He was holding hands with the old widow…what

was her name? I was amazed that I couldn't remember; I must have been away longer than I realized. On officer Swan's other side was a beautiful girl. I heard Quil and Embry examining her in their

heads. It was the kind of cheesy remarks you'd hear out on the streets, not at a funeral. I found myself reprimanding them. Calm your hormones, idiots. Have you completely forgotten where we

are?!

'No, mom. But seriously. Don't tell me you weren't thinking anything similar…'

'Yeah man- like, look at her! Just do it. You know you wanna sneak a peak.'

Will it shut you up?

'Yeah'

'Sure'

I peeked at the girl holding Charlie's hand. My heart rose to my throat, then looped back to its usual position, poised like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. My stomach tingled with some

strange feeling. I knew this girl. I had kissed that girl. I had watched that girl jump off a cliff just like the one we were standing on. I watched this girl step out of a Volvo and fall on her ass. This girl

was Isabella Swan. But I thought she wasn't. Her eyes had a different hue to them. They were the same colour, just a little darker. She'd always had nice hair, but it shone brilliantly even though there

was no sunlight. Her skin was, as I think I mentioned before, snow white. Literally. Like almost blinding white. And her lips almost seemed fuller. They were so tempting. Any occasional blemish

she'd ever had looked like it had never existed. In fact, I recall a scar down her temple from another one of her freak accidents. It wasn't there. She wore a sheer eyeshadow and a coat of mascara. It

was a stunning contrast against her skin…

'Dude, you're drooling.'

'Stop gawking, she's looking at you, too!'

Sure enough, her eyes had found mine. I couldn't explain the look on her face. She looked confused, but relieved. She had another look to her too, but I couldn't define it for the life of me. I watched

the Elders light the wood. I watched my proud father begin to take a new shape… My fantasy of my dad's well being in the afterlife was shaken as I noticed Charlie beginning to twitch. She noticed it

too. He seemed to settle down.

Dad was close to being through with the cremation. As this moment drew closer, Charlie's tremors grew more violent.

"Dad?" I heard her say quietly, full of concern, "Are you alright?"

He looked at her with a crazed expression, a small amount of foam collecting in the corner of his mouth. He tore his hands from Bella and the widow and leapt at the blaze.

"I'll save you, Billy! One hell of a barbeque gone F--king wrong, eh buddy?!"

He was clawing at dad's remains, catching on fire but desperately trying to do…something.

"Dad! What's wrong with you?!" she shouted, as the fire licked at Charlie's clothing.

"Well, Billy-boy, if ya can't beat 'em, join 'em!" and he laughed maniacally as Bella's face contorted into an expression of horror. The on-lookers gasped and tried to persuade Charlie to get off the burning mound.

"DAD!" Bella shouted again. This time, it caught his attention. Charlie looked at his daughter confusedly, before taking in that she was real. He hopped down from the wood heap and made his way

towards Bella, who in turn took a step back. Charlie seized her in a hug before anyone could do anything.

"My little girl…all grown up. Oh, Bells! You're just so…pretty, I couldn't help but…" then he realized where he was. He realized his hair was burning, his skin was melting, his clothes were simply

masses of fire. And now, he was burning his daughter. And Charlie began to scream. He leapt off of Bella, who quickly discarded her coat and beat out the flames on her pants. Her hair had somehow

only caught a spark, which she extinguished quickly as well. Now that I think of it, it was almost…too quick. Emily was at her side, making sure she was okay, but Bella was totally concentrating on

Charlie, who was being smothered by Sam and Quil. One of the Elders shouted something to Bella, but in the frenzy he didn't bother to speak English. She looked at him desperately, obviously not

sure what to do. He handed her a fine insult [and oh, it was tempting to phase at that point… and she looked even more confused. Before I could say or do anything, she told Emily she'd page an

ambulance from the cruiser, and took off running down the trail. She was faster than I remembered, and I was amazed she didn't trip over a tree root. Oh wait… she'd tripped over it so many times

when she practically lived at La Push; she must have memorized it by now. Charlie screamed again. This was going to be an eventful afternoon.