Marty raged for days. He knew Edward had altered the timeline, but couldn't find the bastard anywhere. No record of the Cullens at school. Doc's garage didn't even exist; his house had been replaced by a row of townhouses. The patent office had no record of a flux capacitor (not that Marty had known Doc to patent anything but he was desperate). All Marty could do was rage, go to class, and read more of the history textbook than had been assigned.
Then an old woman knocked at his door. She was slightly overweight in the way that many old ladies are, but her clothing was tailored well enough to drape over trouble spots. Her jewelry was simple but shined like real gold and diamonds. Her carefully coiffed hair was white with an undertone of blond.
"I'm sorry, my mom already has an Avon rep," Marty said to her.
"Marty, it's me," she said.
Marty looked at her in confusion. Was this someone who had met him earlier in this timeline? He would have no memory of that, but his best option was to pretend that he did. So he nodded and said, "Okay…how can I help you?"
"You have no idea who I am, don't you?"
Marty relaxed. "Not a clue."
"I guess I'm not as well preserved as I used to be," she remarked. Then she chuckled.
It was husky and of a lower pitch than the last time Marty had heard it, but he started to have a suspicion. "Did you kill Hitler?!"
"What? Me? No." Then she thought for a moment. "Ah, but you also remember that he used to be a big deal. So you recognize me."
"Yes, Alice."
"I'm not Alice, I'm Rosalie! Do we really look that similar to you?"
"I don't know, you're old!"
Rosalie laughed. "Alice is the only one of us who isn't old in this timeline! Well, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and maybe Esme. When Edward went back to prevent his death of the flu, he also prevented Carlisle from turning me as Edward's mate, and me from getting Emmett turned." She wistfully smiled. "Though I met Emmett anyway."
"So is Emmett here too?"
"No, he died of lung cancer. Twenty years of marriage, but the smoking and drinking was too much. At least that bear never wandered by him. But then I met Edward, freshly divorced and finding himself. So I married him after all. Carlisle would have been proud."
"Is Edward here?"
"You really want to see him?"
"My girlfriend doesn't exist. Yes, I want to see him!"
"How did that happen?"
"Instead of Hitler killing a few million Jews, Stalin killed a few hundred thousand Americans. One of them was my girlfriend's father, long before he could have her."
"At least we didn't we get the Holocaust," Rosalie remarked.
"I don't care! I wasn't dating Anne Frank!"