Preparing to enroll the 'kids' into there new school, Carlisle sits down at his mahogany desk, in his new home. He is back, after hundreds of years, he was finally back home, back in London. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a tan envelope in the middle of his desk, it is simply addressed to 'Mr C. Cullen', no address or postage stamp, just his name. Curiously, he takes the letter and gently opens it. An elegant, caligraphic script writes...

"Carlisle,

Well, I dare say this is a surprise! I would ask you how you've been, if you're well etc. but well, I can only assume that you are well, and if you are not, well, it would have to be emotionally, and I cannot see that being possible. Unless you are still having those problems with your overly strong conscious, which would be believable, however unfortunate it would also… forgive me, one would think I had absolutely no control over my pen with what I was writing.

I write to you for two reasons, one I want to see you! (and you can either figure it out yourself or have that fortune-teller of yours (I don't know her name, the young one) describe me if you agree with meeting) and two; to congratulate you on your marriage, however that might be a little late, Vincent doesn't see the date, only the events. That's probably confused you a bit, well good, maybe it will give you an incentive to meet with us!

If you are at all worried that this is an ambush or something, I can't imagine you thinking so but Vincent wants me to add this in, you can be assured there will only be him and myself on our end of the meeting, and of course you may bring as many people as you wish, your entire family. It would be nice to meet them all.

If you choose to meet with us, come to the café opposite your father's church, just make sure you come before it closes, I don't need people thinking I'm doing something illegal in my shop!

I would say as I have said in previous letters, if you remember that far back, 'Yours inevitably', but that's not quite the case anymore, so instead I'll simply say this…

I'm sorry for your pain,

A"

He drops the letter onto the floor, mouth open, shocked. A... he ponders, it couldn't be from, no it couldn't, could it?

(A:N): I do not promise to update regularly, coz I get about five mins on the computer a day, but the next chappy should be up this week.

If you hadn't realised, it's set after BD, Nessie and Jacob live in the USA, Bella and Edward are with the Cullens.