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Note: I just wanted to say that updates will be sporatic until the end of October. Also, thanks to all my reviewers, and quail1982 for being my beta.

Standing under the rush of the water in the bathroom, I racked my brain about my visions once again. It had been a while since I did, thanks to Jasper taking my mind off of everything but him for a few hours. Once we had our fill of each other for the moment, we both broke apart and went our separate ways. Jasper started thinking about where we were going next and how long we would have to be there and backing those plans up with others to use just in case. I, on the other hand, collected my clothes and walked into the bathroom, knowing the shower was a great place for me to think.

With my eyes closed, I tried focusing on one person. Jasper was the easiest at the moment, so I thought about him, thought about what he was doing and where he was going. My thoughts showed him smiling at me in the same way he smiled an hour ago, his face full of love, comfort, hope, and a bit of lust. I heard a pen scrape against paper and crack, which made me chuckle a little too loudly. As it faded, I saw myself in the shower with Jasper. Then I saw Jasper looking for a new pen. Then I saw him standing in the bathroom. Then I saw him looking at a map.

I opened my eyes to stare at the cream colored fiberglass shower wall in front of me as I stopped focusing on Jasper. I was bewildered by the changing pictures. They were visions, and I only knew that because I wouldn't have thought about Jasper looking for a pen or a map. He would have been doing other things, fun things. Like…

I heard the sound of another pen crack.

"Alice, you're going to have to stop that soon or I won't have a single pen left," Jasper said, half angry, half amused from outside the bathroom.

"Well, you should learn to keep that in check," I said, haughtily but amused.

I turned off the shower and opened the curtain. After stepping out, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on Jasper. I told myself I wanted to see where he would be sometime in the future. Nothing showed up. I pushed myself to think about where he would be tomorrow. I saw him running through the woods; it was something I knew had to be a memory because of what we did yesterday. At this, my eyes shot open, and I looked at myself in the steam covered mirror. My ability was never going to be understood.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. It'll come," said Jasper when I finally stormed out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel.

"That's easy for you to say. You only have to feel. I have to predict an ever changing future."

I walked over to the bed and started getting dressed in blue jeans and an orange sweater with my back facing Jasper. After slipping the jeans on, my mind opened up to show me Jasper standing up from the small kitchen table. "Don't," I said after it finished.

"Don't what?"

"You're going to come over and try to comfort me," I answered, placing an arm through a bra strap.

"I was…"

I finished with my bra and turned around with my sweater in my hands. "What?"

"I was only thinking about it," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Do something for me."

I frowned and put on my sweater. "Okay."

"I'm going to eat one of those dinners still in the refrigerator. What will happen?"

Still frowning, I thought about Jasper and him actually eating the frozen food that didn't smell like it could be any good. Nothing showed up at first. Then, as if my brain finally figured it out, I saw Jasper kneeling in front of the toilet. "Oh, ewh, Jasper."

He laughed. "What?"

"You're going to make yourself throw up?"

"We can't digest food." He shrugged. "How else will I get it out?"

"Ewh."

"So, you're a lot farther than you think you are."

"Huh," I said, still disgusted at eating and, subsequently, puking up food I once thought as edible. "Oh, um, yeah, I guess. So," I continued, thinking out loud, "all you did was decide to eat food? And then I saw you… When I was in the bathroom, I saw you in the shower with me, then finding a pen, then in the bathroom with me, and then looking at a map. What was going on with you?"

"I was debating with myself," he smiled.

"I see." I walked to the table and sat down across from him, glancing at the papers he had strewn across the surface along with the two broken pens. "Do you think I can see other people like I saw you?"

"It sounds like they have to make a decision about something."

"Yeah, but what if I watch them?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it could work."

He went back to his work, and I leaned my elbows onto the table, placing my head in my hands. I worked on Bella. I wanted to see something that told me she would be okay. I wanted to see that my decision didn't destroy her future. Her future didn't show up. Instead, it was the past. There were the parties I made her agree to have. There were the shopping trips I took her on against her will. There was even the memory of us sitting together and discussing the move. I smiled sadly. They were all decisions I made for her, pushed her into. I wondered if I ever let her make one. I knew there had to be a few, but my new brain couldn't pull one up.

Show me one decision she'll make on her own, I thought. Staring at a map of Canada, I followed a road until a piece of paper obscured its end. Then my eyes picked up Bella. She was standing in a moonlit forest. Her skin was pale and shimmering in the same way Jasper's had the night before when I saw him on the front porch. There were other people around her, but they didn't hold much interest to me. I had the proof I wanted. She was going to be alright. She decided to follow me all on her own.

In my happiness, I dropped my arms down onto the table. Before my change, I always expected a table to stop me. I still expected the table to stop me, but, in my excitement, I didn't think about how much stronger I was. It wasn't until the sound of ripping paper and splintering wood caught my ears I realized that oversight.

There was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable. As soon as my arms went through the table, I jerked them back up toward my scrunched up face. A string of expletives spewed from my lips as the wood crashed onto my knees and then to the floor when I pushed myself away. My eyes refused to open back up once they closed; they were afraid to look upon Jasper and the mess I made.

It wasn't until I heard Jasper chortle did I finally take a peak. There was a jagged piece of the table missing, like someone cut it out with a shaky hand. Canada was split into three pieces, leaving all of Saskatchewan on the floor. Other papers, some ripped some not, were also on the floor over the wood. I looked up at Jasper, who was leaning back in his chair, his laughter turning to uncontrolled guffaws, and pouted. At that moment, he reminded me of Emmett, unburdened of hard pasts and unknown futures. I found I couldn't keep my pout for long.

"It's not funny. I just ruined the table," I said, still trying not to laugh.

"I'll leave money."

"That's not the point."

"You'll get used to it," he said, calming down. "And, eventually, you'll be as weak as the rest of us."

"Yeah, if you call being able to take down a grizzly weak."

For the next few minutes, I worked on picking up the papers and the wood. I knew I could perform the task faster than the pace I was working at, but I didn't want to risk it. Plus, I just wanted to pretend to be somewhat normal. It was something that had be done if I wanted to get back to the rest of my family.

"How much money do you have?" I asked, setting the piece of wood on the kitchen counter.

"More than enough."

"I can help, right? Bring in some money?"

"How?"

I turned around and leaned softly onto the counter. "I could get a job." Jasper opened his mouth, but I kept going. "Or play the lottery. Or, you know, buy stock."

"I don't know."

"I wouldn't make it obvious. Just enough to make it worth our while, and maybe buy myself some nice toys along the way."

"We'll see. I want to get through this first."

I nodded. "When are we leaving?"

"You tell me."

Staring at him, I let my eyes glaze over as I focused on a decision from Jasper. The same picture of him running through the forest came up. "I don't know. I keep seeing you in the forest. But that can be at any time before it starts to snow."

"Tomorrow," he said calmly. The look he gave me let me know he noticed my frustration.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. "Well, I already know what you're going to wear."

"That's helpful," he said with a slight smirk.

"Ha. Ha."

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"Are you ready?"

I looked up from the table and the letter I was writing to Rosalie and Emmett to see Jasper standing by the door in the clothes I saw on him in my vision yesterday. "One more second."

"I'll be outside."

I nodded and went back to the paper and finished the letter to the couple who would be finding this place. I hoped they would see the note and just forget about following us. Jasper told me how easy it was for us to be tracked by them because we weren't going to be masking our sent and stay under the radar. When I asked why, he simply told me it was because he had his Gershwin Girl. Smiling at the memory, I looked over the note:

Rosalie and Emmett,

Guess who saw you coming!

I don't have a grip on my ability yet, but I can see the future!
I was able to see you two arrive. It'll be snowing.

We're leaving the Aston Martin for you both to go back in.
I'm sad to see it go, but I've been promised my own fast car in the future.

I'm sorry for leaving without a word, Rosalie.
I hope we can work it out when I come back.
Be nice to my sister. She'll be over there more often now.
Emmett, take care of her too. Don't let Edward make her cry.
Tell Carlisle and Esme Jasper and I are doing great.
Jasper misses everyone too.
It won't be long before we call.

Love,
Alice & Jasper Whitlock

Leaving the letter next to the keys, I stood up and walked out into the cloudy afternoon. The sun stopped trying to peek through hours ago, letting the clouds overtake them and start dropping the tiny snowflakes I saw the day before. I stood on the porch watching each individual snowflake show me its beauty.

Standing near the car, Jasper turned to me and held out a hand. "Ready?"

I smiled and bounced over to grab his arm looked up at him. He bent over to kiss me. "Always."

I let go of him and he took off, me on his heels.

Even though I was weaving through trees, I didn't need to focus my whole mind only on that. Instead, I let it wander as we ran to a destination I saw but wasn't told specifics about. I figured it was just a new game for Jasper that also helped me work on honing my ability. Sometimes it was annoying, but, most of the time, it was extremely helpful. If I didn't have him, I knew I would be running around with a headache.

Because of him, I was able to see a phone call in the future. Jasper was there by himself because I was still going to be too afraid to move around the humans. That was the one thing I could wait on. Even Jasper told me that decision was a wise one.

I was also able to see more of my family. I knew what I saw could change, but I vowed to keep checking on them to see if they did. However, I hoped the scenes of Bella and Edward sitting comfortably together in his house weren't going to change. They both looked too happy for that to happen.

It took us most of the night to get to our destination east of our first stop. I was able to see it before we reached it during one of the few unneeded breaks. They were mostly for me. Each time we stopped, I looked for Rosalie and Emmett and if there was going to be any immediate trouble before we reached the new cabin that sat further from civilization than the previous one.

It still moved as such: Rosalie came into the cabin. They found the letter. They went to town and found out about our marriage. Then they called Carlisle. Then they left in the car.

There were no dangers in our path. Jasper at a pay phone was still part of the future.

Each of these similar visions gave me hope. To me, it meant Jasper and I were still happy together and we would be back with the Cullens sooner or later. It made me think about what name I would take once I was strong enough to go back to school with the rest of them. I quickly figured out I would take Cullen. Swan would always be my past, and I would be a Whitlock forever and always, but Cullen just sounded right. And I couldn't wait to be Edward's annoying sister.

"We're here," said Jasper, slowing down before hitting the small clearing where the two story cabin sat.

I walked up beside him once he stilled and looked up at the log cabin I only saw in visions. It was bigger than they made it seemed. "Wow…"

We walked up to the back door, and Jasper took out two items from his pocket that looked like bobby pins and kneeled in front of the lock. In less than a minute, there was a click and Jasper was ushering me inside. This time, I didn't need the light on to see how the place looked. To my right there was a large living room where most of the plush furniture sat facing a fireplace that sat in the middle of the room. Stepping farther in, I could see a pool table on the other side of that fireplace. I turned to Jasper and raised an eyebrow. He just shrugged and flipped on the lights.

I followed him as he walked toward the front door and turned on a few more lights. To his left along the wall was as a staircase that, I supposed, would take me to the bedrooms. I left that for later and let my eyes wander to the last room on my left: the expansive, rustic but modern kitchen we wouldn't use.

"Who lives here?"

"No one. It's abandoned."

"If it's abandoned then why is there power and," I stopped to smell the air one last time, "why does is smell as if someone recently cleaned?"

"I don't know."

I folded my arms in front of me. "You need to start talking about yourself. I want to hear everything. I can take it. My skin is thick now."

He sighed and walked back to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he said, "There are just some things about me you don't need to know."

I pulled my arms out from between us and wrapped them around his waist. "If your past haunts you, it haunts me too."

He didn't say anything, just squeezed me closer.