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〃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 grayhaired 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 don't think there's anything wrong with her；〃 I heard the doctor mutter to Charlie after a moment。 〃Just
exhaustion。 Let her sleep it off； and I'll e check on her tomorrow；〃 he paused。 He must have looked
at his watch； because he added； 〃Well； later today actually。〃
There was a creaking sound as they both pushed off from the couch to get to their feet。
〃Is it true？〃 Charlie whispered。 Their voices were farther away now。 I strained to hear。 〃Did they leave？〃
〃Dr。 Cullen asked us not to say anything；〃 Dr。 Gerandy answered。 〃The offer was very sudden； they had
to choose immediately。 Carlisle didn't want to make a big production out of leaving。〃
〃A little warning might have been nice；〃 Charlie grumbled。
Dr。 Gerandy sounded unfortable when he replied。 〃Yes； well； in this situation； some warning might
have been called for。〃
I didn't want to listen anymore。 I felt around for the edge of the quilt someone had laid on top of me； and
pulled it over my ear。
I drifted in and out of alertness。 I heard Charlie whisper thanks to the volunteers as； one by one； they left。
I felt his fingers on my forehead； and then the weight of another blanket。 The phone rang a few times； and
he hurried to catch it before it could wake me。 He muttered reassurances in a low voice to the callers。
〃Yeah； we found her。 She's okay。 She got lost。 She's fine now；〃 he said again and again。
I heard the springs in the armchair groan when he settled himself in for the night。
A few minutes later； the phone rang again。
Charlie moaned as he struggled to his feet； and then he rushed； stumbling； to the kitchen I pulled my head
deeper under the blankets； not wanting to listen to the same conversation again。
〃Yeah；〃 Charlie said； and yawned。
His voice changed； it was much more alert when he spoke again。 〃Where？'〃 There was a pause。 〃You're
sure it's outside the reservation？〃 Another short pause。 〃But what could be burning out there？〃 He
sounded both worried and mystified。 〃Look； I'll call down there and check it out。〃
I listened with more interest as he punched in a number。
〃Hey； Billy； it's Charlie—sorry I'm calling so early… no； she's fine。 She's sleeping… Thanks； but that's
not why I called。 I just got a call from Mrs。 Stanley； and she says that from her secondstory window she
can see fires out on the sea cliffs； but I didn't really… Oh！〃 Suddenly there was an edge in his
voice—irritation… or anger。 〃And why are they doing that？ Uh huh。 Really？〃 He said it sarcastically。
〃Well； don't apologize to me。 Yeah； yeah。 Just make sure the flames don't spread… I know； I know； I'm
surprised they got them lit at all in this weather。〃
Charlie hesitated； and then added grudgingly。 〃Thanks for sending Sam and the other boys up。 You were
right—they do know the forest better than we do。 It was Sam who found her； so I owe you one… Yeah；
I'll talk to you later；〃 he agreed； still sour； before hanging up。
Charlie muttered something incoherent as he shuffled back to the living room。
〃What's wrong？〃 I asked。
He hurried to my side。
〃I'm sorry I woke you； honey。〃
〃Is something burning？〃
〃It's nothing；〃 he assured me。 〃Just some bonfires out on the cliffs。〃
〃Bonfires？〃 I asked。 My voice didn't sound curious。 It sounded dead。
Charlie frowned。 〃Some of the kids from the reservation being rowdy；〃 he explained。
〃Why？〃 I wondered dully。