Jacob slammed the door of his car, storming into the house. Billy had managed to get himself on the ground and was helping Cate make a brick building out of the colored blocks Bella'd sent her for her first birthday. Billy watched his son silently as he passed, but left him to his own.

Jacob slammed his fists against the wall, hanging his head. "No," he whispered. "NO."

He couldn't do it. He couldn't live without her. He wasn't moving on from Cate, but his BODY was. It was torture. But without his body…

Jacob looked around the room. Promise or not, he'd see her again. She'd be furious, naturally -- but he'd be with her. The idea sent him scouring the room for anything that could end it quickly. He dug through the drawers he'd cleaned for anything that could be dangerous if Cate got into it. Then he found it: an old Native Americanblade that'd belonged to his great grandfather. It was locked in a leather cover. He quickly untied the knots that would have been impossible for the average person. Jacob was not average. He tested the blade. A line of blood trailed down his finger instantly.

He thought he heard a gasp -- but he ignored it -- figuring the sounds were from the other room…

Then he heard a definite shuffle. He looked up.

Cate was wobbling towards him with something in her hands. "Daddy, " She said, her eyes wide with worry, "Ouchi."

He froze.

She held out a band-aid. He sighed, reality slammed back into him. He'd forgotten about her. How had he ever managed to do that? He could never leave Cate on her own…

"Thanks," He smiled at her, taking it from her tiny palm.

He put in on the gash: despite the fact it was nearly gone, and kneeled down to her. She was so intellegent…

"Cate," He whispered, scooping her up into his arms. She was confused, but completely happy to be in her daddy's arms. Her green eyes immediately became completely trusting -- a look she had somehow reserved for Jacob alone.

He carried her out to the beach again, which was empty that day. He built her a sand-castle-- which she loved until she shoved a sea-shell a little too hard into it's wall. She stared at the mound of sand quietly.

Jacob silently built a new one-- but she didn't play with it again.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked quietly after a moment.

"I kill it." She said softly.