A/N- I am extremely distracted. Sorry for the lack of progress on this story. Expect the next update soon. Pardon this chapter's shortness.

4. Memories

Four months later

I wonder if Edward is still alive. Bella thought. She sat on her bed, looking through a photo album of the prom. Her fingers stroked the photograph of him in a suit. Oh, memories. I still miss him, and I will continue to miss him. She walked downstairs. I better find something to do today that'll take my mind off of Edward. She spotted the newspaper on the table. Let's see the movie listings. Desire among the Daffodils, Late evening of the Living Dead, Night with the Robertsons. Geez, there's a movie theater in this little town and it only shows three movies at a time.

Charlie handed Bella a letter. "I don't know how this got here," he said. "But it appeared three hours before the mailman makes his rounds. And it's addressed to you."

Bella slowly opened the envelope. I wonder who it's from.

To whom it may concern,

Due to the large number of cases presented before the Noble Order, the rogue inhuman group known as the Cullens would have to wait for the Order's final judgment. Like many others, they are still alive.

However, we will increase efficiency and eliminate all who defy orders.

Long live the Noble Order

The name "Renata" was poorly hidden by black permanent marker. This? Did somebody intercept a letter from the noble order and send it to me as a sign that they're still alive. She took a second look over the letter. Efficiency? Apparently these guys think of their justice system as a literal machine. That's just messed up.

Volterra, Italy

Renata stood with her back against the wall, keeping a close eye on the prisoners. Man, I love guard duty. It's better than mopping the floor in Caius's room, or cleaning up after Marcus the dead guy. But hey, it's a living. Suddenly someone ran down the dungeon stairs toward her.

She adjusted her brown jacket before turning to face the stranger. Jane stood beside the final step leading to the upper part of the castle. "Do you have to scare me like that every time you come down here?" She shrieked.

"The letter," Jane said. "Where is it?"

"What letter?" Renata snapped.

"Three weeks ago, you were supposed to send a letter to an operative in Poland," Jane replied, calmly. "He hasn't received it yet."

"Maybe it got lost in the mail," Renata suggested.

"I hope Cibor is as accepting of that," Jane replied, slowly walking up the stairs.