Sarah didn't return home for hours after Jacob picked her up. Sarah had almost not left a note for her father, but she was glad that she had. Kevin had gotten home an hour before Sarah was even in Forks, and if he hadn't found his daughter there, he probably would have called the police. Fortunately, Sarah returned before he got too carried away.

"Where were you?" Kevin asked, his voice stern. Truthfully, he had been worried to find his daughter gone, on the first weekend they had spent in town. It would have been irrational to call her and demand her return home, but at the same time, he hadn't been able to calm down until the strange boy had walked her to the door. And even then, he didn't like the look of the boy from La Push. He looked too big, too old. What was he doing with Sarah?

"Didn't you get my note?" Sarah asked, still carefree and cheerful from the time spent with Jacob. His presence had had a great affect on her mood. She led her father over to the kitchen, where she sat at the table to tell her father about her day. "A boy from La Push, Jacob Black, just showed me around Forks and La Push. He's pretty nice, too. More honest and likeable than anyone else I've met in Forks."

"Oh, really?" Kevin asked with polite, but untrue, interest. "How old is he?"

"Sixteen, really," Sarah told him. "He's a junior at the high school in La Push. He looks pretty big, though. A friend of mine told me that a lot of those La Push boys are all huge." In truth, Sarah had heard that from Jacob, none too modestly. She had almost had the honour of meeting a few of them, but apparently they were all busy. Jacob had seemed a bit anxious when he had gone looking for them, and almost relieved that they were out. It seemed like he had been waiting for them to do something.

"Do you have any other plans with him that I should know about?" Kevin asked, no longer having to fake interest. Anyone that pulled her away from Chris was okay with him. After all, he only thought of him as her untrustworthy boyfriend who had hidden intentions, even if Sarah refused to believe the suspicions he felt towards her boyfriend.

"Not yet," Sarah admitted. "He's somehow got the number, though, so he'll probably call next week with more plans for the weekend. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about me meeting his father and maybe a few of his friends, so I might end up in La Push next Sunday as well. Who knows."

Kevin was pleased with the answer, and pulled out a newspaper, scanning the headlines idly. "Did you learn much about Forks?" he said, deciding to drop the subject of Jacob Black.

"I found out that there's really nothing to do here," Sarah said. "I mean, a lot of my friends told me that they mainly stuck around Port Angeles during the weekends, but I didn't understand the true necessity of it until today. There aren't very many stores around here, only a few places for people passing through, and maybe a grocery store or two. I'm going to have to have Jacob show me around Port Angeles, and maybe get myself a ride up there every so often."

"All right," Kevin replied, more or less pleased with her answer.

"I should probably get to bed," Sarah said, glancing at the clock for the first time. Time had passed amazingly fast with Jacob Black at her side, she would soon realize. Hurriedly, she showered and brushed her teeth, glad that she had eaten dinner in La Push. Then, when all else was taken care of, she returned to her bed and pulled out a sketchbook.

Sketching scenes she saw everyday had been a hobby of Sarah's, long before she had arrived in Forks. Since she had even heard about leaving her home, the sketchbook had been neglected in her backpack. But now she was having the urge to pick up the pencil and just draw.

At first, Sarah tried to focus one what she had seen. She sketched the view of the forest from outside, and then from the trail, where Jacob had taken her. Sarah also tried to do the highway on the way to La Push, and even a few idle stores on the way. But Sarah soon reached my desired subject. Jacob Black. He was standing just inside the forest, and he was smiling brightly, looking so happy. This was how Sarah wanted to remember the day they had spent together.

Back in La Push, Jacob Black was having a very different night.

"Why didn't you just tell her, Jake?" Emily asked from across the table. The side of her face that remained unaffected by the scats was twisted into a confused, almost pained expression. Sam was sitting beside her, his arm around her, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. For them, it probably was. But even so, Jacob could never see him doing something like that with Sarah. They seemed so much more… distant.

"It would be different, you know?" Jacob said, squirming uncomfortably in his chair, knowing that Sam's judging eyes were fixed on him. "She wasn't raised on legends of werewolves like we were. She's probably never even heard the story! For her to hear something like that, she'd probably think I'm crazy. Then I'd have to show her, and she'd probably be afraid, she'd probably run away screaming. I just… I don't want to lose her."

"But you have to tell her, Jake," Sam said quietly, but his voice was very commanding. "By what I've seen, she doesn't even seem aware that you like her. I'm not telling you to rush things, but you can't keep secrets from her. You even told Bella everything, when that was against the rules. Now that you're finally allowed to, you can't hesitate too much. If she starts to think of you as something that you're not, you'll only jeopardise your attempts…"

"I know, I know," Jacob muttered, feeling like a child disobeying his parents. "Look, I'm going home. Billy will be expecting me, and after I get an hour or two of sleep, I'm going have to go join the border patrols, correct? I'd rather not lose more of my sleeping time."

Jacob didn't give Sam the time reply. Instead he stormed out of his and Emily's house, angry that the two of them were trying to give him advice on how to handle his life. Ignoring the motorcycle parked outside, Jacob phased into a werewolf with ease, and ran back to his home. He ignored Billy, although his father didn't seem like he was going to attempt speaking to Jacob anyway. He made his way to his small room and slammed the door shut.

It's my life, Jacob thought angrily. I'll tell her in my own time.