I didn't understand anything anymore. Edward said he was real, but I couldn't see him—only in my dreams—but I could hear his voice. Most of these signs point to he's not real, or I'm crazy. And at this point, I was beginning to go with the second one.

He told me I didn't belong here—whatever "here" meant. And that I would have to come back—where "back" was.

Maybe…maybe he really was real, but didn't live here in Forks. Yeah, and he lived somewhere else like…Port Angeles or something. But then how was he communicating with me? And how did he even know me in the first place? He could be stalking me, but the voice didn't seem to be coming from anywhere, just around me.

Maybe Edward was a robot.

Yeah, and maybe it would be bright and sunny tomorrow.

Both clearly illogical and improbable.

And then what was the thing about Jacob? The second dream had to do with him? I thought of all the symbolism possible, and the only thing I could come up with was the wolf represented Jacob. And even if that was the case, what did one have to do with the other?

I looked up wolves (and what bigger wolves would be considered) and all I basically got was wolves have 42 teeth, and travel in packs. Nothing about larger wolves, even different species of wolves stayed generally the same size. So why was the wolf in my dream so abnormally large?

Nothing made sense anymore.

I was lying in my bed, trying to go to sleep, when Edward's voice had finally come back.

"Bella."

"Edward. What's going on?" I was desperate.

"Your dreams are reality. Your life now, is just a dream."

"How can you say that? How can that be true?"

And suddenly, I was flooded with emotions. The kind I felt when I was with Edward in a dream. The heart-swelling, pulse-rushing, and clear adoration kind of feeling: genuine love. My eyes were closed, but behind them, I had images rushing by, staying only long enough for me to look at them for a second. There was one of Edward smiling at me, his face as perfect as ever, then one of a room with a large bed in it, covered in a golden blanket. I had just realized there was a girl in it, as the picture zoomed to the next: A large group of people surrounded by Edward, all with the same pale skin, and stunning beauty. Then the pictures stopped.

I was even more confused than I was before, because all those pictures and feelings seemed familiar, like I had seen or felt them all the time.

And the girl in the bed…it looked a lot like…me. But it couldn't be…I wasn't in Edward's world. And those people surrounding him, I knew all of them. As I called the image back to my head I went from left to right, naming them: Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, Alice, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle. I knew that the Rosalie girl didn't like me much, and that Alice was a good friend of mine. I had met Edward, but never these other people. How did I know them?

Were they like…his family?

That must be it, I thought. But how did I know them? I had only seen Edward in my dreams. But apparently, my dreams were my reality. Yet here I was, lying in my bed, fully conscious, and no Edward.

Just then, I was overcome with a sea of painful emotions. Pain, searing, burning. I felt like I wanted to die. Then I felt emotional pain: like I had a hole in my chest, like I couldn't breathe or survive anymore. And then, more pictures flooded my vision: A girl…lying on the floor, blood draining from her, screaming. She looked like me. But then the next picture flew in: a trio of vampires (I knew their names too: James, Victoria, and Laurent) along with the emotion of wanting to jump on them and fight them. Then a picture of another trio whose names I also knew: Aro, Caius, and Marcus. They frightened me.

All these pictures were okay; they just scared me (not to mention confused me more at how I knew them) and made me feel some pain. But these next pictures and emotions brought up tore me apart. Me…lying on the floor in the woods, feeling lost, useless, hopeless. Then, an image of me lying in the very bed I knew I was lying in now, staring glassy-eyed and unfocused into space. I still felt hopeless, useless, and…lifeless. Like I couldn't go on. Then, the image of a big plaza in the bright sun. I felt a tiny tingle of hope, but deep inside I was scared and still hurt. Then, across the plaza I saw Edward, and both immense pain and great joy flooded my heart. But then, like a reverse in time, I was lying in a meadow, clutching my chest life it was a life preserver, and I could see Laurent, from the earlier memories there too, and I felt scared, and unprotected.

All these images and emotions stopped in a flash. They left me slick with cold sweat and panting. And in my heart, I felt pain. Immense, unlivable pain. There was a stitch in my chest, and I grasped my chest firmly, and instantly I felt a little relief of pain, though not much. I could feel my cheeks were wet with tears, and I knew I had felt this before. I had had to do this before, hold myself together.

Then I was flooded with one more set of feelings and pictures. I felt joy, but a desperate imitation of it. I felt like, I had found a sun, in a great storm I was lost in. I had something to help me, and keep me going, but who knew if I would make it out of the storm alive.

Then, as if to confuse me even more, pictures of Jacob came up. Him smirking, as if he knew he was so clever and had won. Him flanked by Quil and Embry, looking tough and unmovable, with another man behind them. Guess what? I knew his name too: Sam. Then, I saw Jacob kissing me, but not like he had in real life. He was doing it forced, but full of passion and desperation. Like he was trying to prove something. I saw him working on his Rabbit, hands covered in grease, with a motorcycle in the background. Then, I saw him smiling hugely, as if lighting up the whole room. My heart swelled, and I wanted to lean into to him, and feel his arms around me.

And the images and emotions finally went away. I knew Edward had been showing me, but I didn't know how he did. And I didn't know how I recognized half of what he showed me, because I had never experienced any of those memories, or met any of those people. But disregarding all that for five seconds, how did Edward know Jacob?

"Thanks Jasper. I think that helped a lot. She seems to be connecting more." Edward said.

"How can you tell?" Jasper asked.

"I just can. The coma seems to have lifted slightly. She must be putting things together."

"I still can't see her future, but it's cleared a slight bit." Alice called from the corner, still in a trance.

Edward had needed Jasper to bring up emotions Bella would recognize, using his special ability. And Edward had kind of put (there's no other way to put it) imagines into Jasper's head to filter in to Bella at the same time. It hadn't been easy, since Jasper only dealt with feelings and not pictures. But Alice had figured out that of Jasper knew the emotion behind the picture, he could use it too, which was why Edward used such strong pictures for they had strong feelings. But the only way to be able to get the images to Bella was to hold hands, while Jasper brought up the emotions in Bella.

"So what else are you going to do?" Jasper asked, breaking the silence.

"There's nothing more to do but talk to her more. She'll figure it out; she just needs more time. I know Bella, she'll realize what's going on, then break out of her coma." said Edward.

"And how is she even going to break out of her coma?" Alice asked warily from her corner.

"She'll find a way." Edward said, and turned back to watch Bella. He never left her side, except for those brief hours when he had to hunt. No point in drink from the person you're trying to get out of a coma. Alice flitted in and out, taking breaks from trying to see. Rosalie was no help at all, and Emmett's muscles couldn't do much, but Jasper had definitely helped. Carlisle helped monitor Bella's heart rate while Esme made sure to see Bella was comfortable, as to help her fight the coma faster.

Edward knew that soon, Bella would figure it out. She had to.