"No," she said, and watched as my face fell. "It was before we left."
She took my hand carefully and led me through the door into the living room of the hotel suite. I could hear a low buzz of voices coming from the TV, its blue glow the only light in the room. Jasper sat motionlessly at the desk in the corner, his eyes watching the news with no glimmer of interest.
I sat on the floor next to the coffee table, where a tray of food awaited me, and began picking at it without noticing what I was eating.325
I ate slowly, watching her, turning now and then to glance quickly at Jasper. It began to dawn on me that they were too still. They never looked away from the screen, though commercials were playing now. I pushed the tray away, my stomach abruptly uneasy. Alice looked down on me.
"What's wrong, Alice?" I asked.
"Nothing's wrong." Her eyes were wide, honest... and I still didn't trust them.
"What do we do now?"
"We wait for Carbomb to call."
"And he should have called by now?" I could see that I was near the mark. Alice's eyes flitted from mine to the phone on top of her leather bag and back.
"What does that mean?" My voice quavered, and I fought to control it.
She shrugged, too non-chalantly for my taste. "It means that he hasn't called yet."
325. There exists no precise record (anywhere) of exactly what Bella was eating.