Ryan ignored Tori's thoughts and listened to Bella. He nodded, sighing. "Well," he whispered. "That clears it up. Do you have any questions, Harry?" he asked. He himself had some but he didn't want to ask them; he was afraid they were too personal.

Jasper smiled at his wife, bringing her hand to his lips and sighed. He felt everything everyone was feeling, and that was a lot of things. He tried to block out Edward, knowing he felt horrible, but he couldn't. His powers didn't work that way. "I think we should go inside and maybe she'll come to us," he whispered.

Harry listened to the story. He could tell that there was a lot more to it than what was just told. His face didn't display much expression, except his eyebrows were pulled together, a sign that he was thinking hard. For some reason he wasn't really absorbing the story too deeply; his thoughts were all over the place. He answered, "Uh...not that I can think of right now. Except: What are we going to do now?"

As Ryan left, Harry called out to him, "Don't make any noise in the entrance hallway! There is this nasty old portrait that will screech her head off." He wasn't expecting Ryan to leave, not that he minded. "Wow," he said to Bella, "just when I thought all of the excitement was done in my life, you showed up." You could tell by the way he said it it wasn't meant in a mean way; there was a smile in his voice. When he was sure Ryan was gone, Harry looked over at Bella, really looked at her, though she didn't meet his eyes. "I'll help you, Bella. I may not be a werewolf or a vampire, but I'll do anything and everything I can, whatever it takes."

"Of course I care, Bells!" Harry exclaimed with a smile, "So how about you start breathing again and we'll go do something. I can show you around the house if you want, but there's nothing really grand to see." He didn't really know what to do, so he just suggested the first thing that popped into his head, but he was open to suggestions.

"Okay," Harry said as he helped Bella to her feet. "We're in the basement right now, where we spent most of our time when we held Order meetings and lived here over the summer, or visited. This is the dining/meeting area and the kitchen is over there," he led her across the room towards the stairs, pointing out the different areas. They climbed up the stairs. "This is the entrance hall. I think Walburga's- that's Sirius's mother- portrait is asleep. That's good, because she starts screeching every time a muggle born or "blood traitor" is in the house," Harry explained. He pointed out out the formal dining room and said, "We never used this room at all, just cleaned out the cabinet." He led her up the stairs, not pointing out the house elf heads. Entering the drawing room Harry said, "This is the drawing room. That's the Black's--a pure blood wizarding family--tree. You got blasted off the tapestry if you did something the family didn't like, that's why all the holes are there. So what do you think? Homey, huh?" It wasn't quite as bad as it was when Sirius and the Order inhabited it because Harry and his friends spent some time here over the summer and cleaned a little, but it was still a joke to call it homey.

Jasper nodded. He grabbed Alice's hand. His heart ached, as if Alice had disappeared like Bella. He felt Edward's emotions as if they were his own. "Come on, the sooner we find her, the better," he said. If she was no where to be found, a plan was formulating in his mind. It was a rough draft of a plan, but he thought it was alright. He nodded once more, trying to calm the air around them.

Ryan sat up abruptly. He had a strange dream...vampires, werewolves, they were all fighting. He shook it off, shoving his feet into his shoes, and looked at his watch. His 'sleeping time' was almost up. He could sense the two looking around. He wondered about this place; it seemed lonely. He sighed, waiting groggily on his watch alarm to sound off.