I don't own twilight: A/N: this could be a confusing chapter, anyone with any questions feel free to ask!

A POV 2058

Abruptly the vision ended. Without pausing to draw breath, I rushed out of the living room of our house in Alaska, and into my drawing room, rummaging through the oak chest of draws. I soon found what I was looking for. "What was that all about?" Grumbled Emmet from the other room. I ignored him. I pulled out a pad of paper, and a pen. The paper was thick, and heavy. It could endure many years without being damaged. I began to write a letter, which I would not have to deliver for some time.

A POV 2071

The strong smell of new leather attacked my nostrils, as I Walked into the only shoe shop in forks. I was dressed from head to toe in absolutely hideous clothing. I would throw away all of these items the second I got home. However, at present, I needed to disguise who I was thoroughly. I knew it was risky for me to go to Forks. There were still too many people who would remember the Cullens from our brief stay there.

I still could not understand the vision that I had thirteen years ago. I had no idea how my actions would affect anything at all. I was acting out of desperation and I knew it. Unfortunately, my vision gave me not one scrap of information, about why I was doing this. As I had been watching a game of cards between Emmet and Jasper in 2058 I had had a vision of myself writing a letter. I knew in no uncertain terms what the letter said, and that in itself was a mystery. I had also seen in my vision that the letter would not be "delivered" for thirteen years. In order to deliver it I must sneak into a shoe shop in forks in 2071 and slip the letter underneath the inner linings of a very specific pair of shoes. I made my way towards what I recognised to be the shoes, at what would be a fast human pace. They looked rather ordinary. Plain black leather pumps. Not even heels. I looked at my watch. I had five minutes, until I had to leave, according to the vision. I picked up the left shoe, and lifted up the inner lining, placing the scrap of paper underneath. I made sure that it was secure, and sealed it back down again. It was as I was making my way towards the door that I smelled a familiar scent, that made the back of my throat burn. Bella. She was so old. Edward could never find out about this. Her skin was saggy and worn, and her once chocolate brown eyes had become diluted and glassy. They were surrounded by lumpy grey bags. She must not be sleeping well. She looked so empty. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but she could not know that I was ever here. She lifted her gaze, and her eyes locked with mine. I exited the shop faster than I should have done, but not before hearing a whispered, strangled cry of ..."Alice?" My window of hope was narrow, and thin, but in that moment I was fuelled by it.

Jazz POV 2004

"...and then I had the best idea," she squeaked excitedly, "I would make another one, in the same style, even with the same fabric - but in blue!"

"Sounds wonderful darlin'" I replied.

"oh Jazz, I'm so glad..."

A look appeared that I had seen play across her stunningly beautiful face a thousand times or more. Her eyes glazed over, and her lips stilled. She looked right through me, seeing something far away.

Suddenly, she spoke.

"She's here..." Alice announced. Her voice portrayed no emotion, but a look of complete and utter joy, spread across her face.

Faster than blinking she came back to me.

"who's here darlin'?" I questioned, confused. We weren't expecting anyone.

Her expression changed. Her brows furrowed and she looked directly into my eyes.

"I don't know" she said.

E POV 2004

I felt...unusual. It was on the tip of my tongue, and yet...

Vampires don't forget things, so why did I feel like I had forgotten something so simple and important it was life altering. That was a big thing, for a vampire. Not many things could alter a vampire's life. I felt like I had forgotten that it got dark at night-time. Except that wasn't it. Something...else.

B POV 2004

I was just as confused as ever, as I stood in the bathroom brushing my teeth later that night. I was not a vain person, however, I couldn't help but stare at my reflection. I was not yet used to seeing myself as a young woman, and each look in the mirror forced me to gasp in shock. Charlie had said that I would be starting forks high school tomorrow. That threw me beyond belief. A nervous feeling ran through me, which gave me the urge to vomit more and more with each passing moment. I hoped I had some clothes here other than what I had woken up in, because the "new" girl was not going to be popular if I didn't. Not that I cared. I was starting to hope that this was the afterlife, the alternative was too much to think about. I spat into the sink, and looked in the mirror one more time before turning the lights out, exiting the bathroom quietly, and closing the door behind me with a dull thud. As I took a step towards my bedroom, something dug into my foot. I ignored it and took another step. A sharp pain came from my heel. I continued this way for the few remaining steps until I reached my room. The pain in my foot wasn't unbearable, but it was annoying. I sat down on my purple bedspread and took my shoes off. Holding them up, I noticed something sticking out from under the lining of the left shoe. I tugged, and a piece of folded paper came out. Instantly burning with curiosity, I turned it over. What I saw surprised me so much, that I had to check at least three times before, I was sure I was not imagining things. No, It was unmistakable.

Bella Swan

I recognised the handwriting, I remembered it without a second's hesitation. Alice. Hungry for answers to the questions which riddled my brain, I unfolded what appeared to be a letter.

Dear Bella,

It is of dire importance that you find Alice Cullen, and upon your meeting produce this letter. Bella I miss you, All my love, Alice.

There was a second part to the letter, and i read on.

Dear Alice, I don't know where you are, I only know where I am, and that is writing to you from the year 2058. Trust me when i say that Bella is very important. Fix This. Its up to you now. Love, Alice.

I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do...and more than ever I was confused. I stripped and got into bed, all the while on autopilot, unable to make sense of anything which wasn't completely straightforward. A ball of dread, and a spark of hope battled for the claim of my stomach as I clutched the letter tightly, lay down and begged for sleep to enfold me.