Kit jerked awake, her breathing labored as she tried to catch it. The dress she had yet to take off, was slightly damp and she was warm with sweat, her arm going to wipe across her forehead.

She hadn't been having a nightmare. In fact, it was a dreamless sleep and she didn't understand why she had woken up the way she did.

"But now I need a shower, ick," she whispered to herself, pushing the thick comforter aside to climb to her feet. She yawned and stretched before she padded over to the many shopping bags that had been left at the foot of the bed.

She picked out an all over floral ivy printed silk dress, grabbing the bag of toiletries as she passed the dresser on the way to the bathroom.

She stripped out of the clothes and cranked on the shower, stepping in once enough steam had filled the room. The water was hot—possibly too hot, but Kit found it soothing and submerged herself completely, running her hands through her hair to try and detangle it.

The hotel shampoo and conditioner were great quality and the lather was nice and soft against her scalp.

She let her thoughts wander to Emmett again. She wondered what he and the rest of the hunting party were doing. Had they found James? If not, how long would it take to find him? What about Victoria?

'Please come back,' she thought again, 'Be okay…'

And what about Rosalie and Esme? Had anything changed? They were still in Forks keeping watch over Kit's family and Bella's father. Kit hoped they were doing all right and weren't getting too thirsty. They still needed to take care of themselves.

"Whoa," Kit shuddered, the sudden feeling of pins and needles startling her out of her anxious thoughts.

She felt weak and empty and she put her hand against the shower wall to brace herself, slowly sinking to her knees. Small tremors shook her body despite the water's temperature. She tried to call out for Alice, but couldn't form the words, the fog in her brain too much to think through.

Reaching out a shaking arm, Kit managed to turn the handle, setting the water to cold. The chilled water beating down on her helped her hang on to the little focus she had and while she was still shivering, more so than she had been, it helped the dizziness some.

With the shower still running, Kit crawled out of it and onto the bathroom floor, the tiles almost as cool as the water. She reached up and pulled down a towel hanging on the rack and managed to wrap it around herself before she grabbed the counter, using all her strength to stagger to her feet.

Wrapped loosely in the towel and feeling the dizziness wash over her, Kit stumbled almost blindly out of the bathroom and flopped down face-first on the large bed when her body came in contact, pushing herself atop it with her feet and pulling the other side of the covers over herself.

Kit didn't realize that her eyes had closed until there was a knock at her door.

"Kit?" it was Alice and she sounded worried, "Can I come in?"

"Mhm," Kit hummed, closing her eyes again.

Alice was standing at the side of the bed and the shower had stopped, "I heard a bunch of noise. You look awful," she quipped.

"Thanks," Kit mumbled, "…Good friend."

"Can you sit up?" Alice asked, "I brought you juice. You need the sugar."

With energy Kit didn't know she had, she managed to laugh, her eyes fluttering open. Alice was indeed holding juice. Apple by the looks of it. That only made Kit laugh harder, but she stopped quickly when she felt nauseous, worried that she would throw up.

"Like when we first met," Kit said, slightly slurred, Alice's hand behind her back, helped her into a sitting position and Kit made sure to keep the towel in place.

"Yeah," Alice matched Kit's smile and held out the bottle, "I even got you a straw."

Struggling to steady her hands, Kit took the juice and just as she brought the straw to her lips, she peeked up at Alice.

"T-thanks," she said quietly.

Alice nodded and made a big show of turning around, "You're welcome. Come out to the living room when you're ready. There's some food for you."

When the door closed and Alice gone, Kit guzzled the juice down, sucking even faster as she felt the sugars hit her bloodstream and her energy returning. It was gone in a matter of seconds and she placed the bottle aside.

She was still a little shaky, but feeling a lot better. She laid back down to gather her wits and closed her eyes.

It was thirty minutes later when she felt well enough to move. Carefully, she got up from the bed and returned to the bathroom, her hand on the wall to keep herself steady just in case.

She dried off properly before getting ready, combing her hair and rubbing lotion into her face with shaking hands. The hotel hair products left her wavy hair shiny and bouncy. She added a little conditioner to it to keep it from getting frizzy, putting on deodorant and more lotion to her skin.

Low blood sugar. That had been the occurrence. She had been stupid enough to push her body, knowing full well that low blood sugar ran in the family. It had been idiotic and thoughtless. She knew better than that.

'I'm such an idiot,' she thought, shaking her head, 'I'm so embarrassed. Get it together, Kit. You're better than this.'

Sighing heavily, she pulled on her undergarments before slipping the dress over her head. It fit perfectly and felt amazing, the ruffled waist giving her room to move about. She went back to her room and dug through the bags until she found a pair of black socks to slip on her feet.

When she finally emerged to the front room, light was peaking around the edges of the thick curtains. Jasper was sitting at a desk in a corner and Alice was perched on the arm of the sofa, both were staring patiently at the nearly muted TV and Bella was on the floor, next to the coffee table, picking at a tray of food. There was a second one beside it.

"Ahh, much better," Alice sniffed the air and looked at Kit, "You needed the juice, the sugars in your blood were really off. Your scent is almost back to normal," she pointed firmly at the tray on the table, "Eat."

Kit went to sit obediently on the floor and got a closer look at the food. It was some kind of French toast with berry compote and a decorative yogurt granola parfait. She picked up a spoon and began picking at the yogurt.

"What's wrong, Alice?" Bella asked.

Kit looked up to gauge Alice's reaction, uneasy about the meekness of Bella's voice.

"Nothing's wrong," Alice insisted, her wide eyes honest.

"Well..." Bella bit her lip, "What do we do now?"

"We wait for Carlisle to call," Alice said simply.

"And shouldn't he have called by now!?" Bella demanded, close to panicking.

Dread pooled in Kit's stomach when Alice's eyes flitted from them to the phone on top of her leather bag, then back.

"What does that mean?" Bella's voice quavered and Kit placed a hand on her shoulder, "That he hasn't called yet?"

Kit kept her mouth shut. Her and Bella shared the same mind currently and she was sure her eyes betrayed her own worry.

Alice remained calm, "It just means they don't have anything to tell us."

Jasper was suddenly beside Bella, closer to her than usual.

"Bella," he said in a suspiciously soothing voice. "You have nothing to worry about. You are completely safe here."

Bella nodded, "I-I know that."

"Then why are you frightened?" he asked, confused.

"You heard what Laurent said," Bella whispered, "He said James was lethal. What if something goes wrong, and they get separated? If-if something happens to any of them, Carlisle, Emmett… Edward…" she gulped when she said his name, "If that wild female hurts Esme…" her voice grew higher and Kit winced at the pitch, "How could I live with myself when it's my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me —"

"Bella, Bella, stop," Jasper finally interrupted Bella, giving her a chance to take a breath, "You're worrying about all the wrong things. Trust me on this—none of us are in jeopardy. You are under too much strain as it is; don't add to it with wholly unnecessary worries. Listen to me, both of you!" he ordered and Kit flicked her eyes up, "Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you both."

"But why should you—

It was Alice who interrupted Bella this time, her cold fingers going to touch Bella's cheek, but she addressed both girls.

"You have to realize," she started, "Emmett and Edward have been alone for far too long. Now, they've found you. You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with them for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into their eyes for the next hundred years if Edward loses you Bella—if Emmett loses you, Kit?"

Kit's shoulders relaxed as calm spread throughout her and her gaze broke from Alice's dark eyes back to the untouched tray.

After taking a deep breath and counting to ten in her head, Kit closed her eyes and shoved a large bite of yogurt into her mouth and swallowed.

'I did it,' she thought, thinking past all the self-loathing thoughts, 'It's fine, Kit, you're fine.'

Time passed slowly cooped up in the hotel room. Alice called down to the front desk and canceled the maid service. The windows stayed shut, the TV on, though no one really watched it.

It took Kit more than forty-five minutes to finish her breakfast. All of the yogurt parfait and a quarter of the French toast. When she was finished, she pushed the tray away and returned to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She wrinkled her nose at herself in the mirror and looked away, returning to the front room. Bella fidgeted and paced and Kit watched her from the place she had taken on the couch.

"Do you want to talk?" she asked quietly, "You're going to wear a hole in the floor."

Bella didn't answer and continued her pacing. Eventually, Kit got up and pulled on Bella's wrist.

"Come here," she urged, lowering them both to the floor, "I want to show you something."

"What?" Bella frowned, looking ready to jump out of her skin.

Kit pointed to the abstract print on the couch. Tans, peaches, creams, dull golds. A mess of colors.

"Fabric?" Bella's frowned deepened.

"No, look," Kit traced a blue spot on the couch, "It looks like a hand. Doesn't it?"

Bella's eyes narrowed into slits and she tilted her head to the side, "I-I guess…"

"Why don't you try to find one?" Kit suggested, "It's like trying to find pictures in the clouds. Did you ever do that?"

"Yeah…as a kid…" Bella mumbled, thankful for the distraction. She pointed to one, tracing a shape, "It looks like a woman combing her hair."

"This one looks like a cat stretching," Kit pointed, "And here's a shoe."

They continued the game for a surprisingly long time, stopping when there was a knock at the door, both looking up, slightly panicked.

It was lunch. Mac and cheese for Kit. Cavatappi pasta cooked in a perfectly round bowl and smothered in buttery bread crumbs that toasted at the edges.

It was worse than the breakfast and Kit fidgeted, unable to even break the surface with her fork. It was a weird feeling. Kit loved mac and cheese. As a vegetarian who didn't like a majority of the vegetables and one that was disgusted by any kind of fake meat substitute, her food choices were very limited.

Mac and cheese was one of her favorite foods and she was sure this one was delicious—it certainly looked delicious and she was hungry, knowing now what could happen if she missed another meal, but there was something stopping her.

Despite wanting to lose weight, she wasn't concerned about calories or fat or carbs or…whatever! No, it was something else. It just…felt like the whole world was staring at her, though she knew that wasn't true. There was only three other people in the hotel room. Two of them had their eyes glued unblinkingly to the TV and the other was staring at her own tray. No one was looking at Kit.

Still, Kit covered the tray, picking up another bottle of juice that Alice had ordered. Apple again and she slipped it slowly.

She glanced at the silver cellphone that had yet to ring and exhaled softly, going back to staring at the tabletop. If Carlisle didn't have anything to tell them, perhaps that was a good thing.

'I'll need to call my parents again,' she thought, fingers playing with the label on the bottle. She had left her cellphone back in the bedroom, 'To make sure they're still safe. Indi, too.'

Kit blinked, looking up when Bella climbed to her feet.

"I'm going back to bed," she said softly.

Kit watched her shuffle back to her bedroom, eyebrows knitted together worriedly. A few seconds passed and Alice got up to follow, giving Kit a reassuring wink.

Finishing the last of the juice, Kit placed the empty bottle back on the table, unsure of what to do. Having no plans to eat, yet, she climbed onto the couch, brushing imaginary crumbs off her dress.

"Are you doing okay?" she asked, turning to look at Jasper, "Your eyes…"

Jasper smiled softly, darting to sit by her on the couch. Closer than Kit thought he would get.

"It's manageable," he promised. He looked her up and down, then went back to staring at the TV, "I'm glad we have a moment alone, Kit. I wanted to speak to you."

"Oh?" Kit asked.

"...You don't have to pretend that it doesn't bother you," he said softly, "They're being unnecessarily and horribly cruel…for fun. Don't you see? It should bother you—it does and I can feel it."

"I…" Kit's voice caught in her throat, barely above a whisper, "I don't mean to hurt you, Jasper…I-I'm sorry, I don't...want to be a burden."

"You wouldn't be. Never," Jasper mumbled, "But you're hurting and I'm…concerned," he admitted, albeit reluctantly, "You're emotions have changed drastically and I know it's not my place—I may be out of line," finally, he looked at her, but Kit had looked away, "You don't have to do this alone."

"I hate worrying people," Kit whispered, lowering her head. She shook it, "I-I don't know if I can talk about this," her voice betrayed her exhaustion of the whole matter.

"If you want, Carlisle can help," Jasper placed his hand on her shoulder, increasing his gift by a fraction, "In fact, if you continue to refuse food, you'll probably have an appointment with him soon."

Kit's head snapped up and her face warmed, the flush spreading all the way down to her neck and up to her ears.

Jasper took note of her reaction. He knew he was pushing her, possibly a tad bit too far, but her emotions had changed since they had left Forks. A ton of anxiety and while he couldn't exactly pinpoint the reasons behind her emotions, he did notice her anxiety increasing when she was in front of food, her eyes darting around as if someone was going to jump out at her.

Kit let out a long rush of air and nodded. She wasn't alone, she knew that—she knew that very well. She just...she felt alone.

"I understand if you're not ready to be helped," Jasper continued, "But when you are, you can come to us. It doesn't hurt to open up, either," he smiled at her, "Okay? We won't judge you."

"Okay," Kit's voice cracked and she rubbed her eyes, "Thank you, Jasper. That means a lot."

Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, he stiffened, jumping to his feet without any warning. In the next half second, he was gone.

"What do you see?"

Kit sat there, perplexed at what had just happened, then followed Jasper's urgent voice and rushed into Bella's bedroom. Alice was sitting on the edge of Bella's bed, her eyes blank and staring. Jasper had his hands on her shoulders.

Hesitantly, Kit stepped closer, going to stand next to Bella to catch Alice's low, quick voice.

"I see a room," Alice mumbled, "It's long, and there are mirrors everywhere. The floor is wooden. He's in the room, and he's waiting. There's gold…a gold stripe across the mirrors."

"Where is the room?" Jasper asked, questioning her expertly.

"I don't know," Alice said. Not once had she blinked, "Something is missing—another decision hasn't been made yet."

"How much time?"

"It's soon. He'll be in the mirror room today, or maybe tomorrow," Alice told him, "It all depends. He's waiting for…something. And he's in the dark now."

Jasper's voice was calm, methodical, "What is he doing?"

"He's watching TV…" Alice shook her head, "No, no, he's running a VCR, in the dark, in another place."

"Can you see where he is?"

"No, it's too dark."

"And the mirror room, what else is there?"

"Just the mirrors," Alice assured him, "And the gold. It's a band, around the room. And there's a black table with a big stereo, and a TV. He's touching the VCR there, but he doesn't watch the way he does in the dark room. This is the room where he waits," her eyes drifted, then focused on Jasper's face.

"There's nothing else?"

She shook her head. They looked at each other, motionless.

"So…" Kit broke the silence, "S-some kind of…studio?"

All heads whipped around to face Kit.

"What did you just-

Jasper's demand was cut off by the shrill sound of the cellphone ringing and Bella's gasp of hope.

Alice was across the room, pushing a button and holding the phone to her ear.

"Carlisle," she breathed, "Yes," she said, glancing at Bella and Kit. She listened for a long moment.

"I just saw him," she described again the vision she'd seen, "Whatever made him get on that plane…it was leading him to those rooms," she paused. "Yes," she said into the phone, and then she spoke to Bella, "Bella?"

Bella rushed over and took the phone eagerly.

"You," Alice marched over to Kit, sitting her down on the bed, "The rooms. What makes you think it's a studio?" her tone was light, not accusatory.

"Um, it was a guess?" Kit said nervously, "And I meant a dance studio. Willa…dances," she trailed off awkwardly, "And then, we were looking at pictures of Julliard online and obviously Willa wants to dance—well, the website had a virtual tour and we were looking at it! T-then you said mirrors and I mean, what kind of room is just mirrors!? That doesn't even-

A cold hand pressed over her mouth, stopping Kit's rambles and she glanced up at Alice, eyes wide. Her shoulders relaxed and her eyes went to Jasper.

"Where does she dance?" Jasper asked, ever calm.

The hand was removed and Kit took a deep breath.

"Seattle," Kit said, "I talked to her right before going over to your house. She was going to break in some new pointe shoes and she's been spending a lot more time there."

"No," Alice shook her head, looking at Jasper, "It has to be something else. The Tracker has no reason to target Willa. She's wouldn't be a part of his game to get Bella. There's no attachment."

"Victoria?" Jasper suggested as if Kit wasn't there.

"Wait, let me…" Alice shook her head, darting out of Bella's bedroom and back to the front room.

Kit followed as quickly as possible and by the time she had reached the couch, Alice was bent over the table, sketching on a piece of hotel stationery.

She drew a room: long, rectangular, with a thinner, square section at the back. The wooden planks that made up the floor stretched lengthwise across the room. Down the walls were lines denoting the breaks in the mirrors. And then, wrapping around the walls, waist high, a long band. The band Alice said was gold.

"It's a ballet studio," Bella was leaning over the back of the couch.

Jasper and Alice looked from Kit to Bella.

"Do you know this room?" Jasper asked, voice calm.

Alice bent her head to her work, her hand flying across the page now, the shape of an emergency exit taking shape against the back wall, the stereo and TV on a low table by the front right corner.

Bella shrugged, "It looks like a place I used to go for dance lessons—when I was eight or nine. It was shaped just the same," she touched the page where the square section jutted out, narrowing the back part of the room, "That's where the bathrooms were—the doors were through the other dance floor. But the stereo was here," she pointed to the left corner, "It was older, and there wasn't a TV. There was a window in the waiting room—you would see the room from this perspective if you looked through it."

Alice and Jasper were staring at her, eyes going back and forth from her and Kit at a rapid speed.

"Are you sure it's the same room?" Jasper asked, still calm.

Bella shook her head, "No, not at all—I suppose most dance studios would look the same—the mirrors, the bar," she traced her finger along the ballet bar set against the mirrors, "It's just the shape that looked familiar," she touched the door.

Kit bit her lip, listening intently to the conversation.

"Would you have any reason to go there now?" Alice asked.

"No, I haven't been there in almost ten years. I was a terrible dancer—they always put me in the back for recitals," Bella admitted.

"So there's no way it could be connected with you?" Alice asked intently.

"No, I don't even think the same person owns it. I'm sure it's just another dance studio, somewhere," Bella shrugged, glancing at Kit.

"Where was the studio you went to?" Jasper asked in a casual voice.

"It was just around the corner from my mom's house. I used to walk there after school…" Bella's voice trailed off when Alice and Jasper exchanged an odd look.

"Here in Phoenix, then?" Jasper's voice was still casual.

"Yes," Bella whispered, "Fifty-eighth Street and Cactus."

They all sat in silence, staring at the drawing.

"Maybe you should call your mom," Kit suggested.

Bella nodded, "Alice, is that phone safe?"

"Yes," she reassured me. "The number would just trace back to Washington, but I thought your mom was in Florida?"

"How would the Tracker know that we're here?" Kit mumbled to Jasper, "We said we were going to Seattle."

"They've been digging," Jasper said, "You didn't get to talk to Emmett, but they were outside Vancouver. The Tracker had gotten suspicious and Edward said James had gotten on a plane—possibly back to Forks, but now he may have gotten on a plane to come here. The female's been in town, she's still digging. But your family is safe."

"Okay," Kit said, hoping Bella's family was all right as well.

"Kit why don't you go lie down?" Alice suggested, glancing at Jasper, "You still look tired. I'll order some more food for you."

"Okay," Kit repeated obediently. She wasn't that tired, but perhaps she would fall asleep just for something to do. Kit was one of those people who fell asleep when they were bored.

She shut the door to her room and raked her hands through her hair, sighing heavily before she began to fix her bed from what had happened earlier. Some spots were still wet.

At least this time when Kit laid down, she had actually bothered to change into her pajamas.

The sound of a door slamming, caused Kit to shoot out of bed, a loud gasp falling from her lips. Blearily, she couldn't recall ever falling asleep and had no idea what time it was.

She got out of bed, stumbling a little. As she made her way out into the front room, she caught a glimpse of the alarm clock. It was 2:30AM.

Alice and Jasper were on the couch, talking quickly to each other, but they looked up at Kit's approach.

"What's going on?" Kit asked, still groggy.

Alice handed Kit a piece of paper, "Bella's mother's house," she said sullenly.

Kit's eyes widened as she gazed at the drawing.

It was a square room with dark beams across its low ceiling. The walls were paneled in wood, a little too dark, out of date. The floor had a dark carpet with a pattern in it. There was a large window against the south wall, and an opening through the west wall that led to the living room. One side of that entrance was stone—a large tan stone fireplace that was open to both rooms. The focus of the room from this perspective, the TV and VCR, balanced on a too-small wooden stand, were in the southwest corner of the room. An aged sectional sofa curved around in front of the TV, a round coffee table in front of it.

"Oh my gosh…" she breathed, looking up, "Now, what?"

"I haven't seen the female," Alice admitted, "James was back in the VCR room, but it was lighter. You need to call your family, not on your cellphone. Edward is coming, he, Emmett and Carlisle are going to take you both somewhere, to hide you for awhile."

Kit's heart involuntary fluttered at hearing Emmett's name.

"Awhile…" she repeated in a low tone.

"We'll think of something," Jasper assured, "Don't worry about that. They're catching the first flight out of Seattle. We'll meet them at the airport, and you and Bella will leave with them."

Kit nodded, her head feeling heavy, "Um…you haven't seen the female…and I need to call my family?"

"Yes," Jasper said slowly, approaching her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his accent thick, "But it's going to be all right."

Kit wondered how many times it would take for Alice and Jasper to say that before she actually believed it, but Jasper's Southern twang was so soothing, Kit thought, a deep, heavy fog of lethargy washing over her.

For the second time, thanks to Jasper, Kit's eyes closed without her permission.

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'Jasper,' was the first thought Kit had upon waking again, 'Really needs to stop doing that.'

She rolled over until her feet touched the floor, feeling around blindly until her hand hit the switch on the bedside table lamp that was bolted down.

She winced at the brightness and when her eyes cleared, she managed a glance at the alarm clock. It was a little after 5:30AM, which meant it was a little after 4:30AM in Forks, WA. She wouldn't be able to call her parents, but there was no harm in sending them a quick text.

A deep frown marred her freckled face when she tried to go to her contact list. Something was wrong. Her phone screen was jumpy and scrambled, colors flashing across the screen. It was like pixel soup.

She got up and padded to the front room, looking up from her phone, "Where's Jasper?"

"He went to checkout," Alice said, approaching Kit, "Why? What's wrong? Hey, I told you not to use your phone!"

"I'm not," Kit gave it to her, unnerved by the look on Alice's face, but it quickly smoothed out, "Something's wrong with it."

"It'll get fixed," Alice promised, "You'll have to use the phone we have. Bella has it. She's in her room."

"Okay, thanks, Alice," Kit turned to go to Bella's room.

"Bella?" she knocked lightly on the closed bedroom door before she opened it a little and peeked it, "Do you have—ah!"

She gasped loudly when Bella yanked her forward, closing the bedroom door with her foot.

"Yes, mom," Bella said.

Kit looked up, confused by Bella's actions, but her face fell when she saw how terrified her friend looked. Bella's eyes were wide and dilated with fear. Tears shone in her brown eyes and she was pale—paler than usual.

"Yes, mom," Bella voice shook and she refused to look at Kit, "Mom, trust me. Yes, I'm with Kit, I told you about her, remember?"

Concerned, Kit tried to make her way closer, but stopped when Bella held her hand up. She frowned. She couldn't recall Bella ever mentioning her mom besides most recently and the way Bella had said it…

Kit wanted to say something, but knew how rude it was to speak while someone else was on the phone, so Kit settled for going to sit on the edge of Bella's bed, brown eyes following her every movement.

"No," Bella seemed to be contemplating something, her eyes growing faraway, then narrowing to focus.

"Yes," she suddenly said, confident, clutching the phone tighter, "Yes."

Kit watched Bella's face lose color shade by shade as Bella's mother said something on the other end. More tears filled her eyes.

Kit stood up slowly. Maybe Jasper was back and he could help. Bella looked like she was either about to pass out, have a panic attack, or pass out from a panic attack.

She grabbed Bella by her shoulder, gently pushing her backwards and then applying slight pressure, a silent indicator for her to sit down.

It was when she was lowering Bella down to the bed, that Kit heard the voice. It was a man's voice. A smooth tenor, very pleasant and generic. Definitely not the voice of Bella's mother.

"It's important, now, that you don't make your friends suspicious when you go back to them…"

Kit couldn't make out the rest of the words as the voice spoke very quickly and she struggled to understand the words she had just heard, but when she did, she could feel her own face pale.

"Thank you, Mom," Bella said, tears getting ready to overflow.

Kit dug hard into her lower lip with her teeth, hoping the fear wasn't too evident on her face. She patted Bella's shoulder, feeling a bit conflicted.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she whispered, jabbing a thumb towards the door.

Bella's hand shot out to grab Kit's free hand, squeezing her like a vice. Bella shook her head frantically, but stopped the motion, responding to whatever the man on the other end had said.

"I love you, Mom." her voice was thick, "I'll see you soon," she promised.

As Bella sat there, her eyes wide and the phone still to her ear, Kit tugged on her wrist, but Bella didn't loosen her grip even when she hung up.

"C-can I have the phone?" Kit asked, avoiding her gaze, "I-I need to call my parents."

Robotic, Bella's hand extended towards Kit.

"T-thank you," Kit whispered, taking the phone with her free hand. She pulled on her other hand, stumbling a little when Bella abruptly let her go.

She left Bella's room, her knuckles turning white with how hard she was gripping the cellphone. She briefly wondered if Alice would be mad if her sweat short-circuited the device.

Jasper still wasn't back when she somehow made her way to the front room, but Alice was looking at her expectantly, her dark eyes going to the cellphone, then back to her face.

"Are you going to call your parents?" Alice asked.

Kit managed a slow shake of her head, stopping when she was only mere inches from Alice. The sweet scent of the vampire somewhat soothed her and she stepped even closer.

She had no idea if Bella knew that she knew the Tracker had possibly called and apparently Alice didn't either. Kit wanted to tell, but she was having doubts, unsure what Bella's plan was or if she even had a plan. What if Kit was completely wrong? Her mind went back to the day when she had threatened to tell if Edward didn't bring Bella back that one day.

"I-it's important, now, that you don't make your friends suspicious when you go back to them…" Kit choked out in a lifeless whisper, "B-Bell-

Alice gasped loudly, then, cutting Kit off. She stiffened, her eyes going wide as she lurched forward, gripping Kit in a strong grip as if she needed to support herself.

The phone fell from Kit's hand and she instinctively placed both of them on Alice's shoulders to keep from falling over. Alice's hands squeezed a bit too hard, but she said nothing to stop the pixie-like vampire.

"A-Alice?" she questioned.

"Bella!" was Alice's reply, her voice haunted, her face bone white, "No!"

"Alice!" Jasper's voice came from afar, then he was beside his wife, his hands going over the ones that still clutched Kit.

"Darlin' let go," he pried them from Kit's shoulders and turned Alice so that she rested against his chest.

"What is it?" he mumbled to her, stroking her back, "What do you see?"

"Bella," Alice said again.

"I'm right here," Bella said, having come out of her room.

Alice slowly turned her head, her empty eyes focused on Bella. Her head began to rock slowly from side to side against Jasper's chest as she waited to come out of her vision.

Jasper's eyes were sharp and confused as they flickered swiftly between Alice's face, Bella's and Kit's, no doubt feeling the chaos between all their emotions.

A tranquil atmosphere settled around the room and Kit welcomed it, taking a deep and shuddering breath. This didn't go unnoticed by Jasper.

"What did you see?" Bella asked Alice, her voice flat.

"Nothing, really," Alice blinked a few times, recovering from her vision, "Just the same room as before. Did you two want breakfast?"

"No, thank you," Kit said, eyes trained intently on the floor.

"I'll eat at the airport," Bella mumbled, "Are we leaving soon?"

"Yes," Alice nodded.

"Okay," Bella said with a sigh. She turned to go back to her room, "I'm going to go shower, then. Kit, did you call your parents?"

Kit's head snapped up and she was sure she looked ridiculous with the shock on her face. Her eyes locked on Bella's devastated and dull brown eyes.

"Not yet," she said, "Soon, though. I-I'm sure they're...worried."

Bella nodded numbly, sighed again, then went to her room, the door shutting behind her.

As soon as Bella was out of sight, Alice looked up at Jasper, pecking him on the lips.

"Kit needs her cellphone fixed," she took it out of her pocket. Her eyes softened and she looked at Kit, "Hey, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no," Kit shook her head, "Y-you didn't."

"Good!" Alice's eyes narrowed and she pointed to a spot on the floor, "Get over here!"

"Alice," Jasper scolded, surprised.

"Shhh," Alice held a hand up and lowered her voice when Kit got close enough, "What did you say?"

Kit pursed her lips, "When?"

"Before my vision," Alice clarified, "Whatever you said, it's what triggered it. It's important, now, that you don't make your friends suspicious when you go back to them…" she repeated.

Jasper stiffened.

"I saw," Alice said darkly, "And if you know something, you need to tell me. It could save Bella's life. Yours too. Do you want Bella to die?"

Calmness wrapped around Kit like a security blanket and she unconsciously stepped closer to Jasper, shaking like a leaf.

"I-I think he called," Kit told her, picking at her jagged fingernails and tapping her foot, "Pretending to be her mom…or he has her mom, I don't know. I only heard that one thing."

"But he called?" Jasper prompted coldly, "He called Bella?"

Kit lowered her gaze, "Yes."

Cold fingers grasped her chin and her head was lifted until she was face-to-face with Alice.

"Look at me," Alice mumbled.

Kit did as she was told, biting her lip.

"Were you going to escape with her?" Alice demanded, "With Bella?"

Kit's eyes widened slightly. That had never crossed her mind and Bella had never brought it up. Was Bella planning to escape? If so and she had asked Kit, she might have gone. Possibly. She was unsure how she could tell one of her best friend's that she would have to die alone. That was a terrible way to go.

"I…wasn't planning on it?" Kit finally said, unsure and honest, "It was never brought up. B-Bella didn't say anything."

Alice pursed her lips together, a flicker of irritation and disappointment flashing through her eyes.

"Er…did you want me to go?" Kit asked awkwardly.

"No," Alice released Kit's chin, "That's a monstrous thing to say. I would be completely devastated if anything happened to your or Bella. I was thinking of something else."

"We'll be leaving soon," Jasper said, nodding towards Kit's room, "Go get ready."

He watched Kit hurry out of the room, then turned to Alice, "What's wrong?"

"I was hoping…" Alice frowned, "That perhaps that was the reason I couldn't see Kit's future—the big decision that Kit hasn't made."

"It wasn't?" Jasper asked.

Alice nodded, sadly, "It wasn't," she whispered.