A/N: Surprise! This isn't the last chapter after all! I decided to do another one, surprisingly. You see, I keep forgetting where I want to go with this, so I pretty much make new stuff up each chapter. This seems to be an important career skill. Just look at the writers of Lost! Zing!

But yeah, such is life. Also, this chapter is dedicated to the same person as always, and like always, I own neither Layton nor Twilight.

Luke and Layton sat in Layton's car, waiting for Bella to return with her packed bags. Rain continued to beat down loudly on the roof, making conversation nearly impossible. Luke pondered his situation: he had loved Bella for so long, but now he had seen another side of her. The real, egocentric, Layton-loving, deer-chomping her.

"Professor," Luke finally said over the rain, "do you like Bella?"

"Do I like her? Not particularly," Layton admitted, "but a true gentleman is a gentleman to every lady he meets. Why? Do you harbor affections for her?"

"Well, I thought I did. But now, after spending some time with her, I'm not so sure. I didn't know she was like this"

"How very astute of you, Luke; one must actually spend time with the objection of one's affection in order to determine if that affection is well-deserved."

As Luke puzzled this over, Bella emerged from the rain and threw her luggage into the trunk of the car. She slid into the front seat, bringing a decidedly unladylike odor with her. Luke was about to say something, but he could practically hear Layton's voice chiding him. Luke, a true gentleman does not comment on the stench of a lady.

"Sorry that took so long," said Bella in a decidedly unladylike voice. Luke was suspicious, but Layton inexplicably did not seem to notice anything amiss.

"No trouble at all," Layton replied, accelerating out of the Cullens' driveway. The ride to the airport was uneventful; Layton and Luke chatted amicably with Bella, who replied in a decidedly unladylike fashion. The trip was about as diplomatic as its circumstances would allow.

Meanwhile, Edward boarded his plane and watched a blandly attractive stewardess teach him and his fellow seatmates, in exaggerated detail, how to buckle their seatbelts. Having dealt with standard seatbelts before, and knowing full well the belt across his lap would present no difficulty to him, Edward turned his attention to the SkyMall magazine stuffed into the seatback pocket in front of him. He flipped through its pages, meditating on the usefulness of each item it showcased. The magazine's wares were undeniably flashy, but ultimately useless. What use did the world have for a motorized floating drink holder? None, he decided. Just like the world had no use for a vampire.

Oh, his book series had been popular, there was no denying that. But he regretted ever agreeing to let Stephenie Meyer chronicle his life. The books had earned him a rabid following and hundreds of thousands of dollars in royalties, but they had failed to produce a meaning for his life. Edward closed the magazine, and, against the orders of the stewardess, reclined his seat. He waited for the sweet oblivion of sleep to take him.

Two teen girls across the aisle eyed him intently.

"Is that… Edward?" One asked the other incredulously.

"No – it can't be!"

"Oh my God! I think it is!" By this point, both girls started crying. "I can't believe we're on the same flight – I'm not worthy!"

"Why?" sobbed the other. "Why couldn't we have been on a flight with Jacob Black? It's just my rotten luck that I get stuck with stupid old Edward!"

Edward heard this last remark, and unable to take the pain any longer, consumed two doses of the cough medicine he had smuggled onto the plane as a single tear rolled down his stony cheek.

N/A: Aw, so depressing. You're probably tired of hearing this, but the next chapter will probably be the last one. Probably. Expect the entrance of everyone's favorite Flora! And as always, review/fave/share! :D