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This is the second last chapter! One more!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does and I do not own the board game Clue (It's a pretty epic game ;p).

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Alice's POV

Yesterday Anthony came over to meet the family. I must say, it went a lot smoother than I expected.

Jasper wasn't anywhere in sight. But my vision told me that he was cooped up in his room. To be honest, I was generally concerned about him. He seemed so down and defeated lately. Like the main purpose in his life had disappeared. The reason his kept moving forward had suddenly vanished.

It couldn't possibly be me, right?

No, of course not. He's just confusing me for someone else… maybe the whole family is insane? That sounds completely unrealistic.

I shoved the conflicting thoughts out of my head and continued buttoning my black vest. I was currently standing in front of my large vanity mirror getting ready for my trip over to Anthony's house.

Today I was to meet his family.

I hope they liked me. I hope I don't make a fool of myself. I don't want to ruin any possible relationships that I may create between Tony's family and me. I want to be happy and spend my time right before I have the chance to go out and look for my Angel. I just need to search my visions some more.

I smoothed out my white jeans and checked my reflection in the mirror. My hair was perfectly spiked, my makeup flawless, my white blouse was perfectly pressed, my vest buttoned properly and my pants were wrinkle free. Grabbing a light black jacket, I rushed downstairs and slipped on my black velvet knee high boots.

"Edward! Let's get going!" I called to the dawdling red-head.

"I'm coming, calm down Alice. We're going to be early."

I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms. "That's because you drive like a maniac!"

Edward smirked and leaned against the stairs railing. "Whatever you say Alice."

"So what, we're just gonna sit here and wait?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yeah, pretty much."

I huffed, annoyed and proceeded to sit on the dark wood bench that sat next to the coat closet.

"Cheer up Alice, Edward's just bugging you," Bella spoke, gliding into the room and taking up the empty air beside her husband.

"He's like an older brother, but I'm actually the older one!"

Edward laughed at my comment and wrapped an arm around Bella. "I got to get going before Alice throws something at me." His kissed her forehead and grabbed his keys. "Let's go shrimp."

I waved to Bella before following Edward into the garage. We got into his silver Volvo and pulled out onto the driveway. Edward again drove at a crazy 200m/h like usual and I rolled my eyes at the blurred vegetation zipping past us. To a human, this would be horrifying and highly dangerous. But Edward has a 'built in police radar' as he claims. Stupid mind-reading goof.

I heard him chuckle beside me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Sometimes you actually act like a fourteen year old."

I growled at that comment. I am not an immature fourteen-year-old. I am a respectable nineteen-year-old woman who was raised appropriately in the 1910s.

"Whatever you say Alice."

At that I decided to ignore him for the rest of the ride. Instead I turned my head and continued to stare out the rain washed window. We turned a couple more streets before pulling into the driveway of a nicely built farmhouse. The white porch was the classic wrap around porch that ran around the whole house as far as I could tell. The shutters were a calm blue colour that complimented the whole structure.

I threw my hood on and shot Edward a thank you in my head before stepping out onto the wet asphalt driveway. I rushed up the front steps and under the protective cover of the balcony overhang. I pressed the doorbell and stepped back as the white door was opened to the warm welcome of a young girl. I guessed it was Anthony's younger sister Sierra.

"You must be Alice! I'll get Tony, hold on a sec." She disappeared around the corner and I heard a very loud "Anthony" ring through the house.

A moment later I heard feet paddle down a staircase and I was greeted with Anthony's smiling face. "Hey, come on in."

I stepped inside and was greeted with a stomach turning stench. My nose recognized it as cinnamon buns but instantly repelled it. I forced a sniff and stressed a smile. "Mmmm, smells good in here."

"Mom's making cinnamon buns, want one? They're fresh out of the oven."

I smiled, dreading what I was going to have to do later. Bringing up food is horrible. "Sure."

Anthony led me into a small but cozy kitchen where a woman with long dark hair was leaning over a stove stirring something in a silver pot.

"Mom, this is Alice Cullen. Alice, this is my mom, Mrs. Newton."

The woman turned around and smiled. She had the clearest blue eyes and a kind smile. "Why hello dear. It's nice to meet you."

"You too Mrs. Newton."

"Please call me Jessie."

I nodded and smiled at Sierra who was seated at a round kitchen table doing what I guessed to be homework.

"Oh would you two like some cinnamon buns?" Mrs. Newton asked.

Anthony glanced at me and grinned. "Sure, ma".

Mrs. Newton quickly placed our cinnamon buns on two white plates and we each took a seat at the wooden table. Anthony was thoroughly enjoying his warm icing covered bun while I was having trouble trying to choke it down. The cinnamon tasted something like how if humans were to eat wool and it went down like sandpaper. The icing tasted like hand soap and felt like oil slipping down my throat. I am not going to have fun gagging this stuff back up tonight. Note to self: do not eat anything else for today.

After our 'enjoyable' cinnamon bun, I thanked Mrs. Newton for the 'good' food and Anthony decided to show me around the house.

His farmhouse was a lot bigger than it looked. The living room was a warm gold colour with a complimenting chocolate brown couch and armchairs. There was also a good sized TV and an oak coffee table that looked like an antique that rested between the other furniture. This room took up most of the house. Upstairs there was a bathroom and three bed rooms, one master bedroom and two smaller ones. Mrs. Newton took the master with Mr. Newton who was currently away on a business trip. Sierra took the bedroom closest to the stairs while Anthony's was farther down the hall.

Tony's room was comfy. It was the typical teenage boy's room. It was a nice navy blue colour with a single window that overlooked the backyard. There was a closet with sliding doors, a dark wooden dresser, a work desk, a single bed, and picture frames that lined the walls.

I busied myself for a couple minutes with examining the pictures. There were ones of his mother beside who I guessed to be his father. There were pictures of when Tony was younger and of him and his sister. Some were of him, his sister and a lovable golden retriever. The pictures fascinated me.

"So, what would you like to do?" Anthony's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I turned back to him and smiled. "Anything."

"Well I doubt there's anything as cool as a river in my backyard or a game system that's only available in Japan." He chuckled and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "But we could go hang out in my old tree fort or play a board game, watch TV or chat up here?"

"Could we go play a board game out in your fort? I've never done that before."

He smiled and nodded. "Sure, what game?"

"Do you have Clue?"

"Of course, it's only the best game in history. I must warn you, I'm a champ at it." He grinned.

I couldn't help but smirk to myself. Little did he know I had a secret weapon, my visions. No one at home would play games with me, knowing that I could cheat. So I hadn't played Clue before, but I've always wanted to. Yes, 'always wanted to' as in ever since I saw the box in the closet at home. I watched Rosalie, Jacob, Renesmee and Bella play it before. It intrigued me.

Anthony led me downstairs again and once he got the game we suited up in our shoes and jackets and headed outside into the misty afternoon cloud cover.

Tony's fort was stationed at the edge of his backyard, attached to a large oak tree. The wooden building was a couple yards off the ground and had foot holds nailed onto the trunk of the tree. It was the classic tree house that you see in the movies. The roof was leak free surprisingly and once inside we were dry and not too cold, not that it would matter for me.

We sat on two dusty pillows that rested on the floor, and then Anthony set up the game. I had read the instructions upon finding that game at home so I knew exactly how to play. The confidential envelop sat in the middle of the board and we picked our pawns. I was Miss. Scarlet while Anthony picked Colonel Mustard.

We spent around two hours out there, currently in the middle of the third game. I had won the first game much to Anthony's surprise and I had secretly let him win the second. The third game was just about done before I heard Mrs. Newton calling us inside to see some visitors.

We started cleaning up the game; Anthony mumbling about whom it could be that was visiting. I was placing my pawn back in the box when it happened. I was dragged into an unsuspecting vision and I felt the red piece fall from my fingers.

My vision was blurry at first, bright flashes of grey, black, green, red and blue. Until the colours focused into images. A blue car, a red traffic light, a grey lamp post, and a flickering green light flashing 'We're open!'.

My vision caught the sight of a blonde mop of hair that I instantly recognized as Jasper. He was stepping into the open restaurant when I caught sight of the name 'Philadelphia Pennsylvania'. Why was he in Philadelphia? I continued watching him watching him closely. The diner in which he entered was strangely familiar.

I watched him walk up to the cashier and talk to the woman behind the greasy counter. He seemed to know her for she opened the entrance to the back of the diner. I caught him glancing back at a certain booth. I didn't understand until my vision zoomed over to the booth on which his eyes rested.

Flash.

I was struck with a force I didn't recognize. It wasn't painful but rather pleasant. My mind flooded with images and noises. A face amongst the darkness, wild golden hair and crimson eyes. A small glove covered hand reaching out to clasp a large pale and dirty hand. Love's first kiss. The faces of all of my family members. Bella's annoyed face when she saw the amount of decorations I had put up for her birthday all those years ago. A dainty hand grasping a large one for dear life. Holding a tiny bronze haired baby for the first time. Travelling through the Amazon jungle, my golden haired angel running beside me. Courageously challenging the Volturi and winning. Wondrous nights, watching the sun set and rise in the strong and protective arms of my soulmate.

I remembered it all. Every memory that my brain had locked away for weeks – neglecting the facts and the proof of what I went through – had been revealed. All because of a diner, the diner I met my other half in, the diner he had bought and restored to its former glory from 1948.

My eyes snapped open and focused on the concerned face of Anthony that was hovering over me. I sat up, maybe a little too quickly for I startled Tony and started getting to my feet.

"Alice? Alice, are you okay?"

I nodded and exhaled. "Yeah, sorry. I have… moments like that. Sort of like fainting spells, but its okay, I take a medication for it." I paused in my quick lie and decided that I needed to get home. "I think I should head home though, Carlisle said if it were to happen to call him."

Anthony's concern didn't disappear but he nodded and got up. "Let's get back to the house then. You can use my phone."

I nodded and inhaled, running a plan through my head. Jasper was in Philadelphia, if I were to call him – no, he probably has his phone off. Maybe if I book a plane – he may even come back before then. I don't even know why he's down there. I should have been focusing on him, I'm so stupid.

"Alice, are you okay getting down?"

I gave Anthony a convincing nod of my head and turned around, making my way down the ladder as fast as I could still looking human. We headed back to the house at a fast human walk. When in fact, I wanted to just dash into the trees and take off towards my house. Cars are too slow.

Anthony held the back door open for me and led me to the phone in the living room. Nothing – not even my visions – could have prepared me for what I heard next.

"Alice Cullen?" A scratchy matured voice called. I turned and gasped at the withering sight of an aged Jessica Stanley.