Carlisle POV

"Come on, Nessie," I told her. "Try. Just try to send Stephenie back."

She closed her eyes and focused. She opened them. "I can't," she said. "It's like there's a big wall in between that I can't destroy. She can come through the wall, but can't go out."

Then, all of a sudden, her eyes got a distant look in them, like Alice looked when she got a vision.

"I can bring objects here, though," she said.

"Okay," I said, hesitantly. "Can you try to bring something here? Just something small."

She closed her eyes again, and it seemed as if the air shimmered around her. She opened them, and with a thud, a hairbrush fell on the floor in front of me.

"That's Stephenie's," she said. "Stephenie!" she called.

Stephenie came in. "What happened?"

"Isn't this your hairbrush?" Nessie asked.

Stephenie walked over and picked it up, turning it in her hand. "It is, but how did you get this?"

"I can bring objects, too," Renesmee explained. "And I can send them back."

"You can?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, and the hairbrush disappeared out of Stephenie's hands.

"Wow," Stephenie said.

"This is good," I said. "We're one step closer to having Stephenie back home. But don't play around with your power, okay, Nessie? We don't want some important object or another person stuck here."

"Okay," she said.