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He shook his head slowly； always watching my face。
〃No。 They're all gone。 I staved behind to tell you goodbye。〃
〃Alice is gone？〃 My voice was blank with disbelief。
〃She wanted to say goodbye； but I convinced her that a clean break would be
better for you。〃
I was dizzy； it was hard to concentrate。 His words swirled around in my head；
and I heard the doctor at
the hospital in Phoenix； last spring； as he showed me the X…rays。 You can see
it's a clean break； his
finger traced along the picture of my severed bone。 That's good。 It will heal
more easily； more quickly
。
I tried to breathe normally。 I needed to concentrate； to find a way out of
this nightmare。
〃Goodbye； Bella；〃 he said in the same quiet； peaceful voice。
〃Wait！〃 I choked out the word； reaching for him； willing my deadened legs to
carry me forward。
I thought he was reaching for me； too。 But his cold hands locked around my
wrists and pinned them to
my sides。 He leaned down； and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for
the briefest instant。 My
eyes closed。
〃Take care of yourself；〃 he breathed； cool against my skin。
There was a light； unnatural breeze。 My eyes flashed open。 The leaves on a
small vine maple shuddered
with the gentle wind of his passage。
He was gone。
With shaky legs； ignoring the fact that my action was useless； I followed him
into the forest。 The evidence
of his path had disappeared instantly。 There were no footprints； the leaves
were still again； but I walked
forward without thinking。 I could not do anything else。 I had to keep moving。
If I stopped looking for
him； it was over。
Love； life； meaning over。
I walked and walked。 Time made no sense as I pushed slowly through the thick
undergrowth。 It was
hours passing； but also only seconds。 Maybe it felt like time had frozen
because the forest looked the
same no matter how far I went。 I started to worry that I was traveling in a
circle； a very small circle at
that； but I kept going。 I stumbled often； and； as it grew darker and darker； I
fell often； too。
Finally； I tripped over something—it was black now； I had no idea what caught
my foot—and I stayed
down。 I rolled onto my side； so that I could breathe； and curled up on the wet
bracken。
As I lay there； I had a feeling that more time was passing than I realized。 I
couldn't remember how long it
had been since nightfall。 Was it always so dark here at night？ Surely； as a
rule； some little bit of moonlight
would filter down through the clouds； through the chinks in the canopy of
trees； and find the ground。
Not tonight。 Tonight the sky was utterly black。 Perhaps there was no moon
tonight—a lunar eclipse； a
new moon。
A new moon。 I shivered； though I wasn't cold。
It was black for a long time before I heard them calling。
Someone was shouting my name。 It was muted； muffled by the wet growth that
surrounded me； but it
was definitely my name。 I didn't recognize the voice。 I thought about
answering； but I was dazed； and it
took a long time to e to the conclusion that I should answer。 By then； the
calling had stopped。
Sometime later； the rain woke me up。 I don't think I'd really fallen asleep； I
was just lost in an unthinking
stupor； holding with all my strength to the numbness that kept me from
realizing what I didn't want to
know。
The rain bothered me a little。 It was cold。 I unwrapped my arms from around my
legs to cover my face。
It was then that I heard the calling again。 It was farther away this time； and
sometimes it sounded like
several voices were calling at once。 I tried to breathe deeply。 I remembered
that I should answer； but I
didn't think they would be able to hear me。 Would I be able to shout loud
enough？
Suddenly； there was another sound； startlingly close。 A kind of snuffling； an
animal sound。 It sounded big。
I wondered if I should feel afraid。 I didn't—just numb。 It didn't matter。 The
snuffling went away。
The rain continued； and I could feel the water pooling up against my cheek。 I
was trying to gather the
strength to turn my head when I saw the light。
At first it was just a dim glow reflecting off the bushes in the distance。 It
grew brighter and brighter；
illuminating a large space unlike the focused beam of a flashlight。 The light
broke through the closest
brush； and I could see that it was a propane lantern； but that was all I could
see—the brightness blinded
me for a moment。
〃Bella。〃
The voice was deep and unfamiliar； but full of recognition。 He wasn't calling
my name to search； he was
acknowledging that I was found。
I stared up—impossibly high it seemed—at the dark face that I could now see
above me。 I was vaguely
aware that the stranger probably only looked so tall because my head was still
on the ground。
〃Have you been hurt？〃
I knew the words meant something； but I could only stare； bewildered。 How
could the meaning matter at
this point？
〃Bella； my name is Sam Uley。〃
There was nothing familiar about his name。
〃Charlie sent me to look for you。〃
Charlie？ That struck a chord； and I tried to pay more attention to what he was
saying。 Charlie mattered；
if nothing else did。
The tall man held out a hand。 I gazed at it； not sure what I was supposed to
do。
His black eyes appraised me for a second； and then he shrugged。 In a quick and
supple notion； he pulled
me up from the ground and into his arms。
I hung there； limp； as he loped swiftly through the wet forest。 Some part of
me knew this should upset
me—being carried away by a stranger。 But there was nothing left in me to
upset。
It didn't seem like too much time passed before there were lights and the deep
babble of many male
voices。 Sam Uley slowed as he approached the motion。
〃I've got her！〃 he called in a booming voice。
The babble ceased； and then picked up again with more intensity。 A confusing
swirl of faces moved over
me。 Sam's voice was the only one that made sense in the chaos； perhaps because
my ear was against his
chest。
〃No； I don't think she's hurt；〃 he told someone。 〃She just keeps saying 'He's
gone。' 〃
Was I saying that out loud？ I bit down on my lip。
〃Bella； honey； are you all right？〃
That was one voice I would know anywhere—even distorted； as it was now； with
worry。
〃Charlie？〃 My voice sounded strange and small。
〃I'm right here； baby。〃
There was a shifting under me； followed by the leathery smell of my dad's
sheriff jacket。 Charlie
staggered under my weight。
〃Maybe I should hold on to her；〃 Sam Uley suggested。
〃I've got her；〃 Charlie said； a little breathless。
He walked slowly； struggling。 I wished I could tell him to put me down and let
me walk； but I couldn't
find my voice。
There were lights everywhere； held by the crowd walking with him。 It felt like
a parade。 Or a funeral
procession。 I closed my eyes。
〃We're almost home now； honey；〃 Charlie mumbled now and then。
I opened my eyes again when I heard the door unlock。 We were on the porch of
our house； and the tall
dark man named Sam was holding the door for Charlie； one arm extended toward
us； as if he was
preparing to catch me when Charlie's arms failed。
But Charlie managed to get me through the door and to the couch in the living
room。
〃Dad； I'm all wet；〃 I objected feebly。
〃That doesn't matter。〃 His voice was gruff。 And then he was talking to someone
else。 〃Blankets are in the
cupboard at the top of the stairs。〃
〃Bella？〃 a new voice asked。 I looked at the gray…haired man leaning over me；
and recognition came after
a few slow seconds。
〃Dr。 Gerandy？〃 I mumbled。
〃That's right； dear；〃 he said。 〃Are you hurt； Bella？〃
It took me a minute to think that through。 I was confused by the memory of Sam
Uley's similar question
in the woods。 Only Sam had asked something else： Have you been hurt？ he'd
said。 The difference
seemed significant somehow。
Dr。 Gerandy was waiting。 One grizzled eyebrow rose； and the wrinkles on his
forehead deepened。
〃I'm not hurt；〃 I lied。 The words； were true enough for what he'd asked。
His warm hand touched my forehead； and his fingers pressed against the inside
of my wrist。 I watched his
lips as he counted to himself； his eyes on his watch。
〃What happened to you？〃 he asked casually。
I froze under his hand； tasting panic in the back of my throat。
〃Did you get lost in the woods？〃 he prodded。 I was aware of several other
people listening。 Three tall
men with dark faces—from La Push； the Quileute Indian reservation down on the
coastline； I
guessed—Sam Uley among them； were standing very close together and staring at
me。 Mr。 Newton was
there with Mike and Mr。 Weber； Angela's father； they all were watching me more
surreptitiously than the
strangers。 Other deep voices rumbled from the kitchen and outside the front
door。 Half the town must
have been looking for me。
Charlie was the closest。 He leaned in to hear my answer。
〃Yes；〃 I whispered。 〃I got lost。〃
The doctor nodded； thoughtful； his fingers probing gently against the glands
under my jaw。 Charlie's face
hardened。
〃Do you feel tired？〃 Dr。 Gerandy asked。
I nodded and closed my eyes obediently。
〃I