I was running, but I wasn't sure why. I couldn't tell if I was running away from something or to something. It all cleared up when the guillotine came into view. I realized that I must be running to save someone. I kept running until I could see the torture device more clearly. I gasped. Jacob was kneeling, his head resting in the indentation. Edward stood to the side, holding the cord. Suddenly, their faces switched, and continued to do so rapidly. The person under the guillotine's blade kept changing from Edward to Jacob to Edward, as did the figure holding the rope. They were both talking to me in a strange, ghostly voice, only repeating the one sentence: "You have to choose."