"Has she said anything?" Bella asked.

"No, not since the day she woke up," Alice answered. "Esme's starting to get worried. She doesn't speak, she doesn't do anything."

"At all?"

"Nothing! She just sits by the window and looks out. I see her every time I take some food upstairs, she's always there! I have half a mind to ask Edward to read her mind, tell us what she's thinking."

"That won't work, I've tried asking him, he says that Sadie needs her privacy."

"Then what can we do?"

"I don't know."

The two vampires were in the kitchen, preparing something for their 'guest'. Esme walked in.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," she said, "and I think you're right. I'm going to ask Edward."

"But he'll refuse!" Bella protested.

"He won't refuse me," Esme answered, and walked outside to where Edward was watching his little daughter play with Jacob.

"Edward," Esme asked, "could you help me?"

"No, Esme, I won't read her mind."

"Please, Edward, just so we can understand her better. She's really starting to worry me."

Edward sighed, "All right." He closed his eyes for a moment and listened.

"She's really starting to doubt that we're the good guys," he said, his eyes still closed, "she doesn't believe us anymore. She also wants to see her family again, she misses them," his voice cracked slightly on his last words. He opened his eyes, "She is filled with so much sadness, if I listen too much I feel as if I'm drowning in it. She's afraid, and so am I."

"Oh, Edward," Esme hugged her copper-haired son, "thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me see what is inside her mind for one minute. I think I understand her better now."

"What are you going to do about her?"

"If she misses her family, we'll give her a little time, but then I think I'll call in reinforcements."

Edward stiffened at Esme's thoughts, "You're going to ask one of the dogs to talk to her? Esme, I don't…"

"Edward, she needs someone her own age to talk to her, she's just a kid."

Edward opened his mouth to protest.

"No, Edward, we're not her age. We might look it, but you know we are much older. She needs someone, a friend. Besides, it might do some good if she's going to the Quileute School anyway, to know someone who goes there."

"Well, you know what's best."

"Yes, I do," Esme turned to the pair playing happily near the woods. "Jacob?" she called.

Jacob turned and saw Esme. He picked up Nessie and ran over. Edward took his daughter out of Jacob's hands and took her inside, Nessie giggling all the way.

"Jacob," Esme said, "you've mentioned a few times that there are a few of you still at school."

"Yeah?" Jacob asked curiously, "What about it?"

"I was wondering whether you could ask one of your friends to talk to Sadie."

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess I could do that."

"Thank you, Jacob."

Jacob was silent for a moment, "I think I know who would be perfect for the job."

"Who?"

"He's a good friend of mine. His name's Mark."

(A/N) Well, there you go! Another chapter to keep you going. Sorry if it's short. Catty really got a lot of practice in her whipping skills, trying to make me write this.

Catty: Now I'm pretty good.

Me: Yeah, right.

Catty: (this word has been omitted by the author), yes I am!

Me: I told you not to say my name! I have a secret identity to keep, ya know?

Catty: Why?

Me: Because if the kids at school find out, I'm dead.

Catty: What am I supposed to call you then.

Me: I don't know, make something up.

Catty: How about Rissa?

Me: Why Rissa?

Catty: en-chant-RISS.....A?

Me: Oh, all right.

Catty: What about the diclaimer thingy?

Me: Oh, right.

Disclaimer: I still go to school, need I say more?