Faith blinked tiredly in the fading sunlight. They'd been driving for what felt like hours, and Carlisle and Edward spoke in hushed voices in the front seat.
She pulled her phone out and dialled Dean's number. She sighed as she only reached voicemail.
"Dean, it's me. Busted out of hospital and headed for Forks. I thought I was going to be around for your big show, but turns out I get to be prima ballerina in my own recital. I'll call when I know more, and I'll try and be there if I can. For God's sake, stay alive."
She closed her eyes for a moment, then hung up the phone.