The silence in the room was deafening. Becca and Morgan exchanged a long look between each other as I put my head back into my hands. I squeezed my hands nearly pulling my hair out of my head. As I sat in my on world slowly losing it Becca and Morgan got up and walked into one of the bedrooms. I heard the door shut and the tears started up again.

I was not going crazy. Absolutely not. I was simply forgetting something.

Maybe she had gotten up and left while I was watching the show. I mean, it's not like I was paying much attention.

But what about the $200 worth of knick-knacks from the museum?

I stood up and looked around the room once more, hoping I had simply overlooked them and they were sitting in plain sight. But there was nothing.

Maybe she took them with her. Her own souvenirs of the day we spent together.

Yeah. That's what happened.

She got up and left while my face was buried in pie. She probably just bagged everything up and walked out of the door. That's exactly what happened.

As I was having my epiphany, Morgan walked out and stood in front of me

"Bella, why don't you go to bed?" she said. We walked into my room and she sat on the bed as I gathered my things for a shower. She was still there after I came out of the bathroom. She didn't say a word, she simply climbed up to the spot next to where I usually sleep and patted the bed next to her. I got in and lay under the cover by her. As soon as I was comfortable I looked up at her face. She was staring off into space.

"Morgan?" I asked timidly. She shook her self out of it and looked down at me. She raised her tiny eyebrows as if in question.

"You know I love you guys right? You're like my family." A small smile began to creep around the corners of her mouth.

"We know," she said. "You're our family too. You're like my crazy big sister who I know always has my back."

"Call me back patrol." I made the motion of a drill sergeant salute. We both laughed at my corny attempt at a joke. When our laughter died down we sat, content in our own worlds. The room was silent for a few moments before I spoke.

"Morgan?" asked again in the same timid voice. "Do you believe me? About Alice and all that?" I looked down at my hands where I was playing with my thumbs. There was a long pause causing me to look back up at Morgan's face. She was looking at me but her eyes seemed frustrated and her mouth was turned into a frown. My demeanor suddenly dropped as I realized that there was no reason for her to believe me.

"I'll take that as a no."

"Bella…" she looked as though she was torn between a rock and a hard place.

"It's fine," I said. "I'm really tired, I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Bella, it's not-"

"Goodnight." My tone made it clear that I was done talking. She climbed down onto the floor and padded lightly across the floor. When she got to the doorway she stopped and turned around towards me.

"Bella…"

"Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite." I turned over so that back was facing her.

"Goodnight Bella," she said quietly. I heard the door close behind her and I rolled over onto my back.

I have no clue how long I laid there staring at the ceiling. I had a lot on my mind with one thought taking over all else.

Did I just imagine all of today and if not what happened to Alice?

Needless to say, it was hours before I finally fell asleep.