Massive shouts to: put[dot]the[dot]sun[dot]to[dot]shame, who spent a snowday (!) inside reading my fic. Elliptical, who is now officially married to my drabbles. Reeb[dot]myoo, who had a ridiculously fast response rate—literally, two minutes after I posted, she reviewed. Kiki DeNee, who shares my views on Jake. And every one else, really—not to mention the people who backed up my essay plan. Yay!

NationalTreasure—Unfortunately for me, Bella doesn't jump until about the 16th April. So, although we're getting closer all the time, we've got a heck of a way to go yet. Thanks for the review! :)

Date: 16th January

Character: Bella

Stimulus: Waking Up

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly; in strange lurches, and dragging lulls—but pass, it does. Even for me.

I make plans with Jess; if only to appease Charlie. She's not like Angela—she won't be perceptive enough to realise that I'm not there with her. Not really.

We watch the movie. It horrifies me, though not in the same way that it horrifies Jess. The Zombie that resembles me, in my catatonic state…

And then, the clarity. The déjà-vu. The utter improbability of such a moment—a dark street, Port Angeles, four strange men outside a bar…

I don't know what I am waiting for, when I step towards them, but I do it anyway. I'm not prepared for the voice. His voice.

"Bella, stop this right now."

I wake up. It's strange. The returning lucidity of my senses disorientates and confuses me. Where before, the voices were a dull murmur, they're now loud. They pound against my skull like the waves against the rocks at La Push.

It's sort of frightening.

And it's not altogether welcome.

You know what would be awesome? 13 reviews would be awesome. Then I'd have 800. But I'm going to post tomorrow regardless, so...whatever.