Over Saturday, Callas and Henry had been texting one another in order to complete their History project for good. Henry let go of the idea of having the costumes and decided to settle for just the actual project itself—after almost an hour of Callas telling him why it wouldn't be necessary, and the fact that they probably did more work together than the entire class combined. He was reluctant at first, of course, as he had his mind set on having Callas dress up like Henry VIII, despite the fact that they didn't even learn about him. She did ask whether he was going to be in on Monday, but he never gave her a straight answer, he avoided the question altogether, which she found suspicious.

     Reed had only gone into work for a couple of hours on Saturday, something about Chief Swan pulling a meeting together with the force—which included Reed. From the sounds of things—that Callas managed to gather from her eavesdropping on the other side of his door—a couple of bodies had turned up dead, only one person had managed to stay alive. She was able to hear something about the Thursday, around the time Henry had left their house, and how a twenty-something-year-old man turned up to Forks Hospital, delirious and violent along with a teenager.

     Callas had hoped that Henry hadn't lied to her, that he wasn't the injured teenager brought in with some man who had apparently lost his sense of reality, and that he actually did have food poisoning—although food poisoning wasn't that great either. But she wouldn't know, he wasn't answering her texts. There wasn't much to do, considering the fact that she had completed all of her work, and Reed still hadn't joined her in getting the place mapped out for routes. Her body was spread out like a starfish on her bed, her head hanging off the bottom as she stared at the open window with a glare.

     She heard a knock on her door. "Cal?" She hummed in response as Reed popped his head in. "You busy?"

     "Do I look busy?"

     Reed laughed quietly. "You have a visitor."

     "What?" Callas questioned as she lifted her head up. Reed pushed the door open a bit more, allowing for Zeus to trot in and jump up on her bed. "Oh," she continued with a smile.

     Zeus laid his head down on her stomach, sighing as he looked at her. "I'm not ready now, but do you want to go mapping in an hour?"

     "Yes!" She exclaimed with a groan. "I've wanted to do that for a week."

     "Okay." Reed nodded. "Let me just get something to eat and then I'll get dressed."

     "Hurry up, Reed."

     "Calm down," he told her with a chuckle just as he walked away.

     Callas placed her hand on Zeus's head. "Can you guard my room while we're gone, Bud?" She asked him, knowing she wouldn't get a response.

     All he did was wag his tail more and stretch his paws at her, shuffling his way up closer to her head while he stretched. He rested his head on his paws, closing his eyes. Callas pet his head before going to her wardrobe to get out her running clothes. She turned her head to look at her door, where Embry's jumper was hanging. She moved to the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror, the bags under her eyes weren't as bad as they were before, at least her body was getting over the whole moving situation. After getting changed, she put her pyjamas under her pillow and moved to pick up her shoes.

     Her phone buzzed:

Jacob:
Hey, Cal, if you want me to, I can come over after dinner and seal your window for you?

     She had almost forgotten about Jacob telling her he would do it. She quickly replied that if he wasn't busy then it sounded like a good plan. With her shoes on, she stood up, looking at Embry's jumper. She looked towards the window, it didn't look very warm out. When she looked back, she unhooked the jumper and slid it on, rolling the sleeves up, so they didn't cover her hands, before putting her phone in the pocket. Reed peered his head into her room, nodding to her, she nodded back and followed him down the stairs.

     "Have you eaten today?"

     "Reed, I woke up three hours before you," she told him as they walked out the back door and towards the woods.

     "Oh."

     "I had breakfast with Nana and Gramps."

     "That's good." He nodded as they made their way into the woods.

     "How's work?" Callas asked after they fell into a silence.

     "Long, for such a small town I didn't expect much to happen, but apparently, a lot happens."

     Callas's jaw tightened. "Like what?"

     "Oh, nothing. Just a group of drunk men getting into a fight, not that much of a big deal, nothing you need to worry about."

     She knew he was lying to her. She knew he was hiding the fact that bodies were coming up, it wouldn't be long before it was over the news and in the papers, and if it was going to end up in the papers then Silas was bound to read about it and ask Reed if he knew anything about it. But that didn't mean she was going to bring it up just yet, she didn't want him to know that she was technically spying on him when an important work call had taken place just two doors down from her own.

     As they walked further in, they could already see a faint path heading through the woods. "Wouldn't hurt to see where this leads," Reed suggested.

     "I'm sorry, have you ever watched any horror movies? No one who lives says stuff like that."

     "Okay," he replied. "How about we just walk this way anyway?"

     She went to protest but Reed had already started walking down the path. She groaned and jogged to catch up with him. The only thing that made the path less ominous was the fact that it was still sunny and the fact that the bodies didn't show up in La Push, only out in Forks. As they continued to walk, Reed had to help her over some of the fallen trees. Which was odd, considering it looked like they had been pushed over, she shook her head, not wanting to think too much into it, they were probably old and pushed over by storms.

     "There's a fork in the road," Reed spoke up as they came to a stop. "One goes up the hill a bit more, although it looks more dense and darker, we should probably save that route for another day. The other just continues ahead, and the other goes down the hill a bit more. What one do you want to go down first?"

     "Why are you asking me? You're just going to pick your choice anyway." She rolled her eyes with a light laugh.

     "You're right, down we go!" He grinned as he started to walk down the hill.

     The trees seemed to get denser the deeper they walked down, some of the tree roots began to grow over the paths. Callas had imagined that it was what the first path was going to look like, not the one they were currently on. Reed, however, seemed rather excited as he picked up the pace. She shook her head and had to widen her strides to keep up with him. Callas would have said that Reed was acting weirdly, but then again, he seemed to always act this way ever since they moved back to La Push. Maybe he was more comfortable here.

     "Can you hear that?"

     "Your loud breathing? Yeah, I can."

     Reed shook his head. "No, water."

     Callas honestly believed he was on drugs. "What are you on?"

     "Just... C'mon."

     Reed took hold of her wrist, pulling her down the path more. It was until a couple of minutes later when Callas was able to hear the faint sounds of waves crashing. Her gaze drifted over to Reed, a questioning look was plastered over her face. She had no idea how he was able to hear the water from such a far distance. In all honesty, she wasn't sure how he was able to do a lot of things. When they walked out from the tree line, a road separated them from the rock area that dropped down to the beach.

     "Isn't this—?"

     "First Beach." Reed grinned as he looked either side of the road, obviously seeing no cars, and began to walk across the road with Callas following him.

     "Didn't you say you wanted to go see the beach?" She smiled at him.

     "Yeah, but I wanted to make a full day out of that, I also wanted to bring Zeus." He shrugged. "At least now we know which path leads to the beach." He turned his head to look back at her. "We still have time to check out the others."

     "Okay." She nodded. "The middle path?"

     "Buddhism."

     "No, Reed. Not the eight-fold path. I was talking about the second path that went straight ahead."

     "Oh, right. Yeah, we can check out that one."

     Callas rolled her eyes at him and followed him back across the road and onto the path again. It was a lot harder to walk back up the path than Callas had first thought, although, unsurprisingly, Reed had no trouble with it. She grabbed hold of his arm and pulled herself up the hill. For something so steep, it was a definite short cut down to the beach, which would come in handy for later, so a little struggle was worth it. As they came back up to the fork in the road, Reed steered to the middle route Callas wanted to go down in the first place.

     "At least this place isn't too difficult to navigate," Reed broke the silence as he glanced around the woods.

     "Just bumpy," Callas returned as she stepped over one of the thick roots.

     "Be that as it may, it's still better than Utah."

     "Don't hate on the Salt Lake."

     "Did you seriously just say that? While rhyming?"

     She nodded her head. "I think I did."

     "I have a question..."

     "I might have an answer."

     Reed looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. "Whose jumper is that?" Callas looked down at Embry's jumper. She almost completely forgot she was wearing it in the first place. A small smile spread across her lips. "Is it Harvey's?"

     "Firstly, his name is Henry—"

     "Oh god, that's his name!"

     "What?"

     "I couldn't remember his name so I came up with a whole list of names beginning with H."

     "That's really sad."

     "I was close."

     "Mmm, not really."

     "Okay, I won't interrupt this time."

     "It's Embry's."

     "The guy who asked if you were going on Friday?"

     "That would be Seth."

     "So, who's Embry?"

     "Jacob's best friend."

     "Nah, that's that Paul kid."

     "No, Reed. It's really not."

     "So, who the hell am I thinking of?"

     "I don't know."

     "Oh, wait, is he the one who asked you to go to the beach?"

     "Yeah, that's Embry."

     "Right, Jacob's best friend who isn't Paul or Seth."

     "Yeah."

     "Who were the others?"

     "You said you had a question. That implied it was a singular question. Why are you interrogating me? I'm not your suspect."

     "No, you're right, I'm sorry. Embry is my suspect. Who does he think he is giving clothes to my little sister—"

     "Reed!"

     "What?"

     "Shut up!"

     "I'm just saying—"

     "Something completely stupid? Yeah, I know." Callas rolled her eyes as they continued to walk down the path. It was a lot longer than the first one they went down, so it was more than likely going to be the one Reed used the most in the morning if he was going to take up running before work.

     "I'm your brother. I'm naturally protective over you."

     "I don't need you to be. Besides, I may have accidentally stolen this jumper..."

     Reed laughed loudly. "How?"

     "I forgot to give it back to him on Friday before I got into the Jeep."

     "Just make sure to wash it and give it back to him at some point, okay?"

     "I'll put it in the wash tonight."

      Reed started to laugh quietly to himself, mumbling about Callas accidently stealing the jumper. They continued walking for another twenty minutes before Callas could hear cars. When they emerged from the woods, in front of them was a small shop area. Reed went to cross the road, with Callas trailing behind him, as he mumbled about getting a drink from the small corner shop. He walked in first and Callas went to walk in but accidentally bumped into someone. She quickly turned around to apologise.

     "I'm so sorry," she started.

     "It's okay," the man chuckled.

     He didn't look very old, he looked like he was somewhere in his twenties. He had short brown hair, with dark brown eyes that almost looked black in some lighting. He had a brown coat on with a wooly collar and two shopping bags in his hand. From what Callas could see it was mainly milk and bread, along with a newspaper sticking out. He gave her an odd look as he stared at her face, she closed her mouth from uttering another apology and took a step back, closer towards the door. His jaw tightened as he looked behind her, the door buzzed as it was pushed open.

     "Cal, you okay?" Reed stepped out of the corner shop, eyeing the man up, tilting his chin up slightly. He stood in front of her, shielding her from the man's sight.

     "It was my fault, I should have waited for her to walk in before I swung the door open," the man explained.

     "Okay—" Reed dragged out, not fully believing in him. "Then no hard feeling, right?"

     The man's jaw tightened, his nostrils flared slightly as he stiffly nodded, glancing between Reed and Callas. "Right."