else would she think that I wanted? Maybe a way to salvage something? Was there anything I could still save?
Carlisle and the others had not been idle in our absence. We'd been separated from them for all of five minutes, and they were already prepared to leave. In the corner, Jacob was human again, with Renesmee on his lap, both of them watching us with wide eyes.
Rosalie had traded her silk wrap dress for a sturdy-looking pair of jeans, running shoes, and a button-down shirt made of the thick weave that backpackers used for long trips. Esme was dressed similarly. There was a globe on the coffee table, but they were done looking at it, just waiting for us.
The atmosphere was more positive now than before; it felt good to them to be in action. Their hopes
were pinned on Alice's instructions.
I looked at the globe and wondered where we were headed first.
"We're to stay here?" Edward asked, looking at Carlisle. He didn't sound happy.
"Alice said that we would have to show people Renesmee, and we would have to be careful about it," Carlisle said. "We'll send whomever we can find back here to you - Edward, you'll be the best at fielding that particular minefield."
Edward gave one sharp nod, still not happy. "There's a lot of ground to cover."
"We're splitting up," Emmett answered. "Rose and I are hunting for nomads."
"You'll have your hands full here," Carlisle said. "Tanya's family will be here in the morning, and they have no idea why. First, you have to persuade them not to react the way Irina did. Second, you've got to find out what Alice meant about Eleazar. Then, after all that, will they stay to witness for us? It will start again as the others come - if we can persuade anyone to come in the first place." Carlisle sighed. "Your job may well be the hardest. We'll be back to help as soon as we can."
Carlisle put his hand on Edward's shoulder for a second and then kissed my forehead. Esme hugged us both, and Emmett punched us both on the arm. Rosalie forced a hard smile for Edward and me, blew a kiss to Renesmee, and then gave Jacob a parting grimace.
"Good luck," Edward told them.
"And to you," Carlisle said. "We'll all need it."
I watched them leave, wishing I could feel whatever hope bolstered them, and wishing I could be alone with the computer for just a few seconds. I had to figure out who this J. Jenks person was and why Alice had gone to such
lengths to give his name to only me.
Renesmee twisted in Jacob's arms to touch his cheek.
"I don't know if Carlisle's friends will come. I hope so. Sounds like we're a little outnumbered right now," Jacob murmured to Renesmee.
So she knew. Renesmee already understood only too clearly what was going on. The whole imprinted-werewolf-gives-the-object-of-his-imprinting-whatever-she-wants thing was getting old pretty fast. Wasn't shielding her more important than answering her questions?
I looked carefully at her face. She did not look frightened, only anxious and very serious as she conversed with Jacob in her silent way.
"No, we can't help; we've got to stay here," he went on. "People are coming to see you, not the scenery."
Renesmee frowned at him.
"No, I don't have to go anywhere," he said to her. Then he looked at Edward, his face stunned by the realization that he might be wrong. "Do I?"
Edward hesitated.
"Spit it out," Jacob said, his voice raw with tension. He was right at his breaking point, just like the rest of us.
"The vampires who are coming to help us are not the same as we are," Edward said. "Tanya's family is the only one besides ours with a reverence for human life, and even they don't think much of werewolves. I think it might be safer - "
"I can take care of myself," Jacob interrupted.
"Safer for Renesmee," Edward continued, "if the choice to believe our story about her is not tainted by an association with werewolves."
"Some friends. They'd turn on you just because of who you hang out with now?"
"I think they would mostly be tolerant under normal circumstances. But you need to understand - accepting Nessie will not be a simple thing for any of them. Why make it even the slightest bit harder?"
Carlisle had explained the laws about immortal children to Jacob last night. "The immortal children were really that bad?" he asked.
"You can't imagine the depth of the scars they've left in the collective vampire psyche."