[ Rosalie closes the distances quickly, running towards the screams -- not away -- not if it's Alice, or Carlisle, or Esme. She is nowhere close to Jasper or Edward in speed, but she is still faster than most. Her speed surprises her, then she stops, suddenly. A statue, lifeless, emotionless. She doesn't dream. Eighty years she had gone without sleeping, but this...this wasn't real enough to not be a dream.
She crouches, then sprints towards the screams once more, quickly closing the distance. ]
THIS WAS THE MOST DIFFICULT DECISION SOB
She crouches, then sprints towards the screams once more, quickly closing the distance. ]