BELLA: What are you doing here? JACOB: You invited me, remember? BELLA: Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you. JACOB: Look, Bella. I’m sorry about you know, the kiss.. and your hand. I’d blame it on the whole inner animal thing but it was really just me.. being an ass. I’m really sorry. I brought you something. Graduation present. I made it myself. BELLA: Wow. You made this? It’s really pretty. Thanks.
What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?