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Now let's see what our Quileute friend has to say...

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EPOV

Right at this moment I wish I were in jail.

Sure, a guy like me wouldn't last a day without becoming someone's bitch, but me being in prison is the only possible scenario where I would actually be happy about an early release...

And where I wouldn't be completely humiliated by having a stranger witness it.

Unfortunately I'm not. Instead I'm huddled under a sleeping bag, frozen, while a large Native American...ghost...man continues to stare expectantly back at me. Thankfully my trance is broken by Bella as she jabs her pointy elbow into my ribs.

"Leader..." she whispers, her eyes darting between me and our guest. Leader? Who...?

Oh right...that's me.

"Uh, I'm the leader," I say. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You?" he asks, looking me up and down. "You're the leader of this tribe?"

Surprisingly, I'm not insulted my his obvious doubt. Sitting here with my boxers full of cold jizz, I don't feel like much of a leader.

"It's not exactly a tribe," I explain. "But yeah, I guess I'm the leader."

"Well, alright," he says, sitting down on the ground a few feet from me. "I have important information that I must share with you, and I am hoping that you are willing to share your knowledge with me."

"My knowledge?" I ask. I'm not sure what he expects me to tell him. "We don't know anything. We don't even know what we're doing here, or what you're doing here for that matter. Who are you? What are you?"

"My name is Jacob Black, my p-"

"No you're not," Bella interrupts. I look at her, confused. How does she know who he is or isn't?

"I think I know who I am," he says patronisingly.

"Well you're lying then," she argues, turning to look at me. "I know Jacob Black. He's like two years old, I babysit him. I know his parents, Billy and Sarah, his grandfather William is friends with my dad."

"Ahh," Maybe-Jacob says. "Perhaps you are talking about my decendant Jacob? Father of Samuel Black?"

"Father of...wait, how would you know about your decendants?" Bella asks. "You can't be any older than like thirty."

The stranger looks from Bella to me with a hard expression. The ticking in his jaw doesn't exactly friendly either.

"Keep your woman quiet," he says coldly. "We don't have much time."

Bella starts to open her mouth to argue but I quickly clamp my hand over it to stop her. If she makes him angry, he might leave.

Or kill us...

Judging by the look on his face, it could go either way.

"Sure, no problem. She'll be good," I quickly assure him. I can almost feel the heat of Bella's glare as I look down at her. I lean down to whisper in her ear. "Please?"

She doesn't say anything but she leans away from me with her arms folded and her lips pressed tightly together, so I guess that means she's okay with it.

Maybe...

"As I was saying," Jacob continues when I return my attention to him. "My people have been using astral projection to travel to far away places since the beginning of time but recently my tribe was visited by my decendant Samuel Black, who, along with his people, had discovered that he could also use his spirit to travel through time. He in turn shared his knowledge with us in return for our help."

"Help with what?" I ask. Sure, I'd like to know exactly how he and his tribe travelled through time, but I'm curious as to why someone that hasn't even been born yet would need help from his ancestors.

"The world he came from was a very different place," he sighs. "Years of war had led to starvation and disease, the human race was rapidly becoming extinct. He shared his knowledge so that we could travel to a time before the wars and death began, and find a way to help our people survive."

"So that explains why there are no people around," I murmur quietly. Jacob nods his head sadly. "Did you do it? Did you save your tribe? Are there any survivors out there somewhere?"

"Time travel is a difficult skill to master," he sighs. "There are only two people in my time who can do it, but we have been unsuccessful in finding our future tribe. You and your group are the first people of any kind that we've come across."

We sit silently for a time as the reality of his words sink in. His people are gone, my people are gone.

People don't exist anymore.

"You are not from this time either, are you?" he asks.

"No, we're not," I reply. "How did you know?"

"Your clothes," he says simply. "And also your wife mentioned that she knew Samuel's father as an infant."

Of course...duh!

"Now tell me this," Jacob says seriously, looking me straight in the eye. "How did you get here?"