The house was crowded—and that was lightly putting it. Imagine you're at the Minnesota State Fair in one of those buildings where they advertise a bunch of stuff. Now imagine the crowd in one of those buildings—something like that. If you've never been there, just let me say this: it can get really crowded in those buildings.

The wolves were glad that all of the human blood-drinkers all hunted out of state. Also, Peter and Charlotte stopped by, who were both completely enchanted by Renesmee, and were going to stay and witness. The covens from Ireland and Egypt were here. I found Siobhan likable, with a nice personality, though her mate, Liam, didn't like me for some reason. Maggie, the newest edition to their coven, was very nice—I envied her of her power to know when she was lied too, and she'd even confirmed I was telling the truth about that. This may seem a little weird, but I was still mentally laughing at that.

Like Bella says in the book, the Egyptian coven was a different story. Amun was very protective, and seemed a little hard-headed, whereas his mate, Kebi, seemed very nice. For some reason, I was the only one Amun allowed her to speak to. I found Benjamin and Tia very likeable, and was very intrigued by Ben's gift.

I was also continuing to train my time-traveling so that I wouldn't be random. So now, they only happen involuntarily every other day. I must say, that it's a relief to be able to partially control them.

It's kinda strange, though, with none of the Cullens in the house besides Renesmee, Edward, and Bella. Okay, sorry, I just realized I'm rambling…

"Have you tried taking anything with you when you Travel, Erin?" Eleazer asked me one afternoon while I was studying the forest behind the house through the window wall.

I shook my head, not tearing my eyes away from the forest. "No. I didn't even think it would be possible."

"You're power might grow so that if someone touches your skin while you travel, they instantly go to where you are."

I shrugged. "Maybe. You want me to try, or something?"

"Well, I certainly wouldn't be the guinea pig, but maybe you could get one of the Cullens to try it with you?"

Again, I shrugged. I didn't know why, but I was feeling awfully depressed. "Maybe."

"I'd be willing to try it," said a booming voice without warning. I jumped, and then turned around to see Emmett, grinning like an idiot. "Ha! I made you jump! And, I mean, time-traveling isn't something you get to do every day."

"We'll try it later." I faced the window again. There was literally nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to ponder. I was just a statue in the living room, basically. Ok, so maybe I wasn't depressed, I was just bored out of my mind. I mean, yeah, it was fun to have so many people in the house, but it was driving me crazy. Who knew a vampire could suffer from crowded-room-stress?

About a day later, Garrett came along and stayed to witness. Also, these Mary and Randall people—I had no idea who the heck they were, which surprised Edward—stayed to witness. Alistair was his usual self, as described in the book. To my distaste, he stayed up in the attic pretty much the whole time, other than hunting, which drove me craze; I'd have to find a new place to put my stash for a while (also, I'm hiding the Coke from the wolves). Seriously, though, that Alistair guy is creepy.

When the Amazons arrived, I almost literally ran away screaming. They looked like female versions of Tarzan, and had this look on their face that suggested that anyone who messed with them was going to die. At least, that's what they looked like every time I saw them.

Emmett and I had finally gotten around to trying to 'bring him with me' when I Traveled. The first time, it didn't work. The second time, he got only a glimpse of it. The third time we tried, however, was when Kate was trying to train Bella's shield. We were standing by the river, far away from Bella, who made the 'if looks could kill' saying definitely real. The only one standing with us was Rosalie.

"Emmett, I don't understand why anyone else can't try," I complained. Seriously, it seemed like the bigger the person, the harder it was.

"I want to be the first one," he shot back, though he was grinning like a moron.

"Fine," I grumbled. I picked a random memory—a slumber party I had where my friends and I had watched Twilight movies all night. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop it before I was no longer in the backyard.

Strangely enough, I was invisible to the people in the vision. I looked around for Emmett and practically jumped out of my skin when I saw him standing next to me.

"Don't do that to me!" I yell-whispered at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"We're vampires," he corrected. "We don't get heart attacks." He looked around what appeared to be my parent's living room, which was covered in sleeping bags, with nail polish bottles and Q-tips strewn across the coffee table, and had four teenage girls staring eagerly at a very early flat screen TV. It was the first Twilight movie, and it was at the part where James attacks Bella.

"Okay, first of all, James looked nothing like that," Emmett said, pointing at the TV. He winced when the nomad bit Bella. "Second of all—wasn't Bella unconscious when we got there?"

I grimaced, knowing firsthand what she had gone through. "Yeah. When they made the movie, they didn't really follow every detail in the book."

"Oh." He looked a little horrified. "I'm still in it, right?"

I burst out laughing. "Duh! Though your part in that movie—" I pointed at the TV. "—isn't very big."

He pouted. "Why? I the star, ain't I?"

I chuckled. "My favorite part of that movie is the vampire baseball part, even though it doesn't look realistic."

I decided it was time to go back, and my vision started to fade.

"Hey, why can't I see anything?" Emmett asked, throwing his hands out in front of him like a blind person.

"We're going back to the present," I said. And then suddenly, we were in the backyard again.

"Oh," Emmett said, a little too late. I laughed when he actually had his hands out in front of him. He lowered them to his sides. "Okay, I have to admit, that was awesome." Then he thought for a second. "Next time, though, let's go to an arcade instead of a slumber party."

"I've never been to an arcade in my life, Emmett," I said to him.

"Yeah, well, I have! Maybe if I give you the date and place—"

I growled at him, but not in a threatening way. "Fine!"

As I was walking away, I heard him whisper, "Yes!"

Immature boys will be immature boys.