Forks? I shook my head in pure disbelief. It was probably a typographical error, or my 20/20 vision was beginning to fail me.

"Bella?" A rugged, male voice called from downstairs.

I froze against the wall, concealing myself with the curtain. My breathing became rough and with my left hand, I seized my right, nails digging into my cold, sweaty palm.

"Bella?" The voice called from the doorway.

Please don't see me. Please don't see me. I chanted fearfully.

"There you are!" The man chuckled; the curtains were semi-transparent so I perceived a rough outline of the man approaching me. He had a medium, stocky frame and didn't seem so intimidating.

From behind a curtain that is.

He pulled the curtain away from my grasp, and a little yelp escaped from my mouth.

"GOOD LORD!" He cried and jumped away from me in shock. "Who are you?" He demanded, more so than asked. I observed his police uniform, dark unruly hair and wrinkled brow. He seemed to be the fatherly sort of man.

"Hazel Jane, Sir." I instinctively replied. Mother had always said; respect a police officer as your fate lies in his hands.

"Where's my daughter?" He continued questioning, his brow wrinkled in a frown. He had a strong American accent which contrasted greatly to my Australian one.

"Through that door, Sir." I answered automatically, gesturing to the wardrobe. He was going to think I was mentally challenged, and lock me up for it, I could feel it in my bones.

Instead he muttered a curse under his breath and began pacing back and forth.

"If you don't mind me asking, Sir, where am I? Who are you?" I nervously asked through chattering teeth. It was freezing in this room. Back in the theatre it was a cozy twenty six degrees Celsius, a typical spring day.

He stared at me for a moment through his warm brown eyes and sighed. "Chief Charlie Swan. You're in Forks, Washington." He stated.

My eyes widened. "As in America?" I gasped.

"That's the only Washington that tickles my brain." He scowled, though when he saw my anxious expression he softened. "You're accent? Where are you from? Australia?"

"Yes Sir." I answered politely. "Do you have any idea how I went from Australia to America within seconds? Or is this just some impractical joke, standard theatre protocol?"

"JOKE?" IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK THIS IS?"He roared.

"No, Sir. I was just theorizing." I lied. Next time I'd conjure theories in my head.

"That's understandable, Hazel." He sighed. He walked over to the wardrobe and banged against the wooden frame I entered through.

"That's where I came from Sir. Bella said to wait here." I offered.

"You've spoken to my Bella?" He answered horrified, peering out the wardrobe. I nodded in response.

"She was lost, so I tried to help her." I said, rearranging the story to fit my liking. I wasn't going to admit I was just being nosy, even if he was a policeman.

After all I still had my pride if not my sanity.

Suddenly I had an epiphany! I wasn't the fanatical! They were. These people were actors; they assumed they really were characters from Twilight.

That or I'd fallen asleep in the play, which was explicable.

"What's going on Sir?" I asked as my epiphanies had begun to confuse me.

"I came up here to warn Bella not to go too far into the closet. I didn't want something like this to happen." He frowned and ran a hand through his dark hair.

"So, something like this has happened before?" I piped up hopefully.

"Yes but, Bella would not be able to recollect it." He answered, hesitant.

"Well you know how to set things right then!" I beamed. This scenario was starting to weird me out.

"As much as I would like to, I'd rather not tell you at this particular moment in time." He replied, averting his gaze from mine.

"Don't be ridiculous! You've got to help me!" I cried.

"I'm offering you my house as shelter, and I'll treat you as if you were my daughter in relation to public standards, but apart from that you're on your own."

"Won't that raise some questions? I don't sound or look anything like you! And what happens when Bella comes back?" I shook my head mystified in incredulity.

"You're right. You're my niece then Hazel. Bella couldn't make it to stay since Renee had to postpone her trip as Phil broke his leg. Got it?"

"Phil? Renee?" Weren't they fictional characters? Or had they been mixed up in this impractical circumstance as well?

"Renee is Bella's mother, Phil her step-father. Honestly girl, don't you know how the story goes." He half shouted frustrated.

I began to open my mouth to protest but he interrupted. "That is all Hazel, no more questions. You're on your own."

At this point I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. Charlie shook his head annoyed, as if he'd been through this enough times for his comfort and left the room.

I ran over to the desk and searched for a scrap piece of paper. Under a pile tattered books I found an old receipt. On the back I scrawled a quick message.

Bella, I can't get back.
Your father, Charlie said I'm on my own now. I don't know what that means, but I need to you find Millie Jane and tell her I'm okay. Tell her what's happened and she'll take you in.

- Hazel.

I hurried over to the wardrobe and slipped the paper under the door.

For an hour I sat staring at the empty closet pondering, my mind completely blank as I searched of things to think about.

There was no way in hell this was really happening. Pragmatically, I'd defied all odds.

"Hazel!" A distinctive cry knocked from the other side of the door. "Help Hazel!" Bella's voice began to faintly fade away.

"Read the note!" I cried.

She said something in response but it was too muffled for me to comprehend. "I can't hear you. You're voice is too soft." I yelled back.

There was quiet for a moment but soon the slip of paper was slid back under the door.

Okay.

That single messy word was the only word printed on the back of the receipt.

I crept over to the window and gazed out into the front yard. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, a beat up red Chevy pickup truck was perched gently upon the curb.

Presumably, Charlie had just shown Bella the vehicle, her welcome home gift. I could tell he loved his daughter so much; he'd waited so long to see her again, like a child longing for their birthday party.

And I was the gatecrasher.

I closed the door of the wardrobe, held the receipt in my hand, and sat back leaning against the closed wardrobe doors. I combed my short hair away to stop it interfering with my vision using my fingers and sighed.

The familiar creak of the stairs groaned outside Bella's bedroom, my bedroom now. Charlie was making his way up the stairs to retire for the night.

"School starts tomorrow Hazel." Charlie stated blatantly. "I suggest you get a good night sleep."

All I could hope was that this was a dream, my dream, and if any vampires infringed the laws of my dreams then it would become their nightmare.

Watch out Edward Cullen.

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