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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 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。