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Re: st: Survival analysis multiple events
Ben Andagalu <firstname.lastname@example.com>
Re: st: Survival analysis multiple events
Wed, 26 May 2010 17:40:49 +0000
Thanks a lot
Ben Andagalu MD
On Wed, May 26, 2010 at 3:08 PM, Steve Samuels <firstname.lastname@example.com> wrote:
> There is no need to do _anything_ about the 28 day period if you use
> the "conditional risk set model (time from the previous event)" of
> section 3.2.4. Just use the dates that you now have. You will need
> to add a time0 = 0 to start each interval and a stratum variable to
> indicate the number of prior failures.
> You could just as well use time0 = 28. The only difference would be a
> shift in the baseline survival curves S(t). In the first formulation,
> S(t) = 1 for t<=28 provided there are no failures under treatment.
> The Cox model results will not change at all. If you don't
> understand why, consult one of the survival references.
> The measurement error in using dates of visits for the dates of events
> should average +3.5 days or so. If your period of followup for each
> failure is long in comparison, you probably won't introduce much bias
> into the Cox parameters. To get more accurate baseline curves, apply
> the average correction (-3 or -4) to the date of visit. This will
> center the measurement error closer to zero.
> Steve
> On Wed, May 26, 2010 at 10:23 AM, Ben Andagalu <firstname.lastname@example.com> wrote:
>> My intention was to use the Cox regression model taking into account
>> potential clustering of events at the individual level.
>> The "not at risk" is due to the treatment given after experiencing the
>> event. the failures were detected at weekly follow-ups and unplanned
>> visits
>> I had actually read section 3.2.4 at
>> www.stata.com/support/faqs/stat/stmfail.html and other literature
>> prior to posting, and my major problem remains to be how to add those
>> 28 days. I started using Stata not so long ago, so pardon my
>> ignorance.
>> Thanks
>> Ben Andagalu, MD
>> On Wed, May 26, 2010 at 1:31 PM, Steve Samuels <email@example.com> wrote:
>>> The 28 day problem aside, what analyses did you have in mind?
>>> Someone can be "not at risk" for different reasons, and the specific
>>> setting could affect the choice of analysis.
>>> Have you read www.stata.com/support/faqs/stat/stmfail.html ? Your data
>>> are almost set up for the "conditional risk set model (time from the
>>> previous event)" , discussed in section 3.2.4. This model resets the
>>> clock after each failure. You can do Cox regression, and baseline
>>> survival curves computed for the time period after each failure will
>>> remain at 1.0 for at least 28 days.
>>> This model would not be appropriate if you believe that risk of
>>> failure is much more strongly related to time since enrollment than to
>>> time from previous failure. If you need another model, -snapspan-
>>> will convert your data to a format that -stset- can use, You might
>>> consider withdrawing people from observation in the 28 day period
>>> after each failure. You do this by adding 28 days to the start date of
>>> the interval. The resulting survival curves and inference will refer
>>> to people who are conceptually "at risk" for the entire time after
>>> enrollment, even if this was not true of the people under study. The
>>> section in the Stata Survival manual on -stset- has many examples
>>> There could be another issue. Is the "date of follow-up" visit the
>>> date a failure occurred or did the failure occur at an unknown date
>>> prior to the visit? If the latter, you have either grouped data, if
>>> the follow-up visits are at fixed times from enrollment, or
>>> interval-censored data, if the follow-up intervals are not the same
>>> for all people.
>>> Good references are:
>>> 1) Stephen Jenkins's text Survival Analysis using Stata:
>>> http://www.iser.essex.ac.uk/survival-analysis
>>> 2) An Introduction To Survival Analysis Using Stata (Paperback)
>>> by Mario A. Cleves William W. Gould , and Roberto G. Gutierrez
>>> Steve
>>> On Tue, May 25, 2010 at 3:23 PM, <firstname.lastname@example.com> wrote:
>>> > How do i go about setting up dataset to analyse multiple failures per individual with a 28 day 'not at risk' period after each failure? individuals were followed up weekly after randomization - The variables i have are: date of randomization, date of follow-up visit, visit id, failure event , patient id, and the predictor variables. The data is in the 'long' format. Thanks. Ben Andagalu.
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I had a couple hives last fall that had the same symptoms as you have described. They also acted depressed they just sat around like they were sick. Brood production had dropped alot because of being in the fall. I used HopGuard and I really was impressed. In a week they were like a totally different hive. Now I would rather not treat my hives. I would like to be able to say that I have bees that need no treatment. My thinking was to go ahead and save the hives but requeen with something better and not treat again and see how it turns out. I had 8 hives last fall came out this spring with 8 hives. Now I have 25 hives I have not treated since that time. I have not seen any symptoms or signs of high mite counts since. One hive that I got from catching a swarm has a few mites, but nothing bad yet. Most of my bees are tolerant to mites, but they are prone to swarm. All of my bees have came from wild caught swarms except for two hives and some have came from cutouts. I plan on raising some queens out of a Glenn Apiaries Breeder Queen that I have and improve on my wild caught strains. In my opinion not treating and just letting the hive struggle and probably not making it through the winter would be a waste of time and money. Save the colony and requeen it with something better is going to be my system.
One thing about the HopGuard though is that it will not kill the mites in the cells MAQS will and MAQS will get tracheal mites too.
I also started off with natural comb I just used a guide to get the bees started, but I would not recommend it. I found that If I did not inspect at least once a week the comb got really messed up sometimes. So I changed over to the Mann Lake Standard plastic frames with the small cell foundation. I had read a million horror stories about plastic foundation, but I can tell you there is nothing wrong with the stuff Im using. I just coated them good with 1-1 sugar water and dropped them in. They draw them out just fine. Only thing is I wish I could get that foundation in sheets and put it in a wood frame, but Mann Lake does not make that foundation like that.

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text: How long are you waiting to put the cells in? If you wait 24 hours or longer they are almost guaranteed to start their own cells and then won't accept an introduced cell. We make up our splits and install the cells within a couple hours that same day or not later than the next morning. BTW, never heard that stuff about not using the cell protectors; I've been using them for about 20 years with no problems.


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Playing fields measure only advisory
Original post made by Dave Gildea, Menlo Park: Central Menlo Park, on Oct 18, 2006
Take two examples. The opponents claim Measure J will cost the city $17 million. Measure J is only advisory. Passing the measure asks the city to determine a cost. In any case, if the opponents are correct, the 17 acres of Measure J fields are a pretty good deal with Menlo Park property now costing about $4 million an acre.
The opponents claim the Bayfront site has environmental problems and will unearth hazardous waste. Passing the measure asks the city to investigate these issues. Maybe the opponents, including council candidates Heyward Robinson, Vince Bressler and Rich Cline, are against having this investigation because they fear the results will show their claims are overblown.
Menlo Park desperately needs soccer, lacrosse, baseball, football and softball playing fields. The fields being discussed would cover only 10 percent of Bayfront Park. All other options have major difficulties. Council candidates Lee Duboc, Mickie Winkler and John Boyle favor investigating fields at Bayfront. I urge anyone who wants a fair evaluation of playing field solutions to vote for these candidates.
Comments (2)
a resident of Menlo Park: South of Seminary/Vintage Oaks
on Oct 20, 2006 at 9:59 pm
Actually, it's the Measure J proponents Boyle, Duboc, and Winkler who are unprincipled. They are trying to hide a clever political ploy behind an "it's for the kids" clarion call. Don't believe it.
As an advisory measure, Measure J gives the city permission to continue to spend money exploring the pipe dream of building playing fields on the shifting dump-on-the-Bay. Our Parks and Rec commission (including council candidates Robinson and Cline) already recommended other options for fields....but the Jellins council chose to ignore this.
If Measure J were to pass, it could cost Menlo Park MUCH MORE than $17 million if the new council actually attempts to build these fields. Experts have said that the preliminary construction estimates of $10-17M are far too low. And imagine how expensive it will be to maintain flat, safe playing fields on this old toxic landfill frequented by hundreds of pooping geese.
Didn't the folks behind Measure J try to build a golf course at Bayfront to raise money to cover the current $187k/year maintenance costs of the open space park we now enjoy?
Don't we have a utility tax on this ballot because our city's budget is in deficit?
The math just doesn't work. There's no way we can afford this.
It's clear that Bayfront poses way too many environmental and technical challenges. Let's not waste more time and money exploring this non-starter.
Vote No on J. Let's put this matter behind us and get on with the city's real business.
a resident of Menlo Park: The Willows
on Oct 21, 2006 at 9:34 am
I support using (small amounts) of BFP for playing fields, but I oppose Measure J.
Measure J creates a $17M sucking sound that will pressure future decision-makers into mis-allocating huges sums of public monies in ways described below.
If measure J were the minor question David Gildea suggests, it would be asked in the following way: "Should the General Plan designation for Bayfront Park be modified to include active recreation uses?"
And it wouldnt be politicized. DWB are making this "simple decision" the cornerstone of their political campaign.
Measure J "embeds" important hidden policy decisions, two of which I oppose.
1.) It re-prioritizes playing fields putting them ahead of the gymnasium and the rec center for the next round of Measure T money ($4.8M) and recreational monies without explicitly saying so, and without protecting their place in line.
By all accounts, the gymnasium is next in line for the next round of Measure T bond funding which is expected to be $4.8M.[*1]. After that, the new recreational center is next. Fields have already received well over $10M in Measure T, redevelopment, and general fund monies.
2.) Measure J invites Menlo Park to spend "rec-in-lieu" fees from new developments such as the Derry project on uses other than those that serve *ONLY* the residents of the project, as the law says it should
(c.f Section 15.16.020(5) of the online zoning code.)
Rec-in-lieu fees are accepted from developers "in-lieu" of dedicated park space FOR THE DEVELOPMENT. (The Seminary development had park space dedicated, so there were no in-lieu fees.) They are supposed to be used to acquire new park space or rehabilitate existing space *ONLY* for the residents of the development.
Mickie Winkler has repeatedly argued that the two new high-density, luxury condo projects will not impact schools because they contain few if any children, while at the same time she has argued that Measure J is "for the kids." Clearly in Mickie's own mind (and in her literature) she intends to direct rec-in-lieu fees earmarked for the new adults to uses for existing children, and that is a blatant mis-use of rec-in-lieu fees, and might even be illegal.
Measure J as written, does not protect future residents from mis-allocation of rec-in-lieu fees earmarked for them.
3.) Even if Menlo Park, used all the next round of Measure T funding ($4.8M) and all the rec-in-lieu fees from the massive condo projects planned for El Camino there will still not be nearly enough money to pay for any fields that result from Measure J.
To supplement the short fall, there will also be intense pressure, to make up the difference with GENERAL PLAN money that could to go to street repairs, the library, police and other uses.
Measure J does not forbid using General Fund monies to build the fields.
So who should pay for playing field? Field users should pay, that's who.
This council has conducted a four-year witch hunt of child care users demanding that they pay full cost recover for services which they always have. Its time we applied the same standard to playing field users.
Playing fields on a small, limited portion of BFP are fine, as are more playing fields funded exclusively by field users, but Menlo Park has spent enough on fields for now. Give other groups their fair share of money.
Vote NO on Measure J.
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I have a hive with two regular sizes hive bodies, and two queens living in them peacefully side by side without a queen excluder. It has been going on for over a month now. First I though that it is the same one but now I know for sure they are different ones. One is a little bigger in size, and I am not sure if she is the older one, also she lives downstairs. Both of queens are laying perfectly good. Now, I would like to ask what is the best way to split them up.
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We've seemingly moved away from conventional and naïve expectations, if we ever really had them, and in the years to come we'll surely see, on the national stage, more proof of that: candidates without partners, candidates with partners they haven't wed, candidates with partners of the same sex.
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Last month I learned that two people in my area had SHB's. Yesterday I found a couple of SHB in one my hives. We were always thankful that we didn't have hive beetles in the area so it's disappointing to discover that they have arrived.
With plastic foundation, jabbing a hive tool down into a cell containing a shb makes a satisfying, little crunching sound.


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Accommodation summary
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Located in port of Trapani.
Only 3 minute walk from the Cathedral, the church of the Purgatory (which contains groups of Mysteries) and from the sandy beach near the ancient walls.
The historic center is quiet, with shops, bars and restaurants frequented by tourists and citizens.
Two bicycles provided.
We provide the usage of dishes, refrigerator, washing machine, heating, air conditioning, satellite television, cotton linens and towels, and two bicycles included.
On request, we can arrange transfer by car from Palermo airport (maximum 3 people).
House rulesWe keep the house in perfect cleanliness and efficiency: we invite you to behave as if you were at home.
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Absolutely perfect place to stay in Trapani! Sylvia and Vincenzo are very nice and welcoming. Sylvia speaks English, German, Italian and ever Russian so there is no problem to communicate. In the apartment we had everything we needed (towels, umbrella, blanket, hairdryer, cooking stuff, etc.) and on the first day we also got sweets and breakfast, that was awesome :) Internet access was very good. Thank you very much for a great vacation time in your home!
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Meet real life in Sicily, enjoyed a relaxed and cosy stay, very very nice couple, would love to come back!
This apartment is awesome - just in the heart of Trapani. Close to everything - within walking distance.
Very well organized, thought over and practically equipped - nothing was missing in this place. Very cosy and peaceful. You can easily relax up there.
Additionally really nice and helpful owners - gave us any information and advice we needed.
If we go back to Sicily we'll try to book the same place.
Very good location - in center of old city. Nice, clean after renovation, apartment with very well equiped kitchen. Very hospitable and helpful hosts. Maps and tourists brochures about Trapani and region at place. Bicycles free of charge.
Relation price quality - excellent.
Sylvia and Vincenzo - thank you very much.
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We were in Casa di Giorgio for 5 days and we enjoyed our stay. The appartment was a very nice place to be. Near by nice restaurants , bars, la porta, the station, and other facilities. Sylvia and Vicenzo are very kind and friendly.
Maybe we will come back sometime.
Bye bye Tedje en Dinet
In Casa di Giorgio was everything that we needed during our stay. Place is nice and clean, close to the center center. Sylvia and Vincenzo are very nice and helpful:) we enjoyed our stay in Trapani.
We spent wonderful holidays i Tarpani.
Our accommodation was very nice, comfortable and clean. It was fully equipped and we could use two bicycles, which was very good. We had everything that we needed or even more.
We lived among local people,so we felt the atmosphere of Sicilia.
The localization of the apartment was amazing .
Sylvia and Vincenzo are very friendly and helpful people. If you need, they will devote their time to you. We are very grateful to them.
We fully recommend this flat.
The apartment is small and basic, but in good shape and clean.
The owners are very friendly and helpful. The location in the old part of the city is central and only one street away from the boulevard.
Because of the narrowness of the street there is no nice view and you can't see if it's a sunny day or not. You really have to stick your head out of the window to find out. But the fact that the sun can't reach the windows makes that the apartment is nice cool.
There is a sunny terrace on the roof. Nice to sit there in the evening for a drink or meal.
Our stay in the holiday home of Sylvia and Vincent was very pleasant. The apartment is located in a perfect position to get around by bus, ferry or hydrofoil to go to the beach or take a walk in the center. All of these things are just minutes away. In addition, the house is equipped with everything you could possibly need, is functional and extremely clean. Sylvia and Vincent are friendly and helpful and made our stay even more enjoyable, giving advice and tips on how to move and what to visit.
Il nostro soggiorno nella casa vacanza di Sylvia e Vincenzo è stato molto piacevole. L'appartamento si trova in una posizione ottimale per muoversi con bus, traghetti o aliscafi, per andare in spiaggia o per farsi una passeggiata in centro. Tutte queste cose sono a pochi minuti di distanza. Inoltre la casa è dotata di tutto ciò che può servire, è funzionale e estremamente pulita. Sylvia e Vincenzo sono cordiali e disponibili e hanno reso la nostra permanenza ancor più piacevole, dandoci consigli e suggerimenti utili su come muoverci e cosa visitare.
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LIHUE >> Kauai police are warning about an uptick in counterfeit bills being used on the island.
Assistant Chief Roy Asher says once someone accepts a counterfeit bill, there's almost nothing that can be done to recover lost funds.
Asher says police are urging business owners to be more careful when accepting payments.
Police say counterfeit cash ranges from false bills printed on regular paper to actual low-value bills that are washed and reprinted with a higher denomination. Authorities say washed bills are tougher to spot because counterfeit pens won't always work on them.
Kauai police say businesses and others handling cash should compare bills with genuine notes and closely examine bills before accepting them.


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Hi folks.
I made the Us Divers belt buckle from the blueprints that Count Dookie posted here at TDH.
There seems to be a little interest in these here, soooo.
They are made of 1.5mm thick aluminum (Thanks to Boba Leo for the comparison pics.), the original seems to be that thickness.
They are not made in a flash. I use hand tools to cut, shape, file and bend these to their final form.
There may be some scratches on them, but they can be rubbed of with some steelwool (i tried it, looks great).
The price is $20 dollars + shipping (US & Worldwide = $8 dollars, Europe = $6 dollars)
This is now a official run list. I will be doing these on a permanent basis now, so everyone who needs these will be able to contact me when they want.
I changed the thread name, and those who don't want in please PM me.
Those who are in, please paypal me firstname.lastname@example.com
Include your TDH name and make sure you have the right adress in your paypal account.
First come, first served.
They are made by order, so expect about a weeks time in production.
I will ship them out every weekend.
So. If you are interested speak up.
I stumbled over some beltmaterial today:thumbsup
They are 2" wide and i will be able to provide this to those who want it. They will be $5 dollars pr.meter (just metric for me guys, sorry;)) (or ca.40inch:D)
I think you will have to measure a little more than around your waist so there is enough room to fasten it to the buckle.
If you order this with your buckle the shipping will be $2 bucks more, and if you just want the beltmaterial that will be $8 dollars.


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A. You don't have to let the whole colony die if you can replace its genetic stock by requeening. Why throw those adult bees away when you can use them by combining tyhem w/ another colony, thereby boosting their population.
B. Wax moth was overcome by superior genetics? I never heard that before. Do you have something you could site which I could read too? Maybe Langstroth's colonies were werak enough from failing queens so that wax moth could prevail.
C.How long have you kept bees? Were you keeping bees when varroa went thru Indiana, killing the ferals as it did the managed colonies? What ferals came after, repopulating the cavities laid unoccupied by previous occupants, did so from managed colony's swarms. Simple as that. I guess it is entirely possible that some ferals were not killed by varroa's initial infestation of your territory, but, in my opinion, this is not all that likely.
These are my opinions and you are welcome to your own, just as I am to mine. Both can exist w/out rancor. Peacefully submitted.
p.s.: should your heart give out, should we not transplant another one into you should one come available?


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Kiwi No 1 Marina Erakovic could claim her sixth career doubles title after winning through to the final of the US$740,000 WTA event at Stanford, California.
Erakovic and first-time partner Heather Watson from Britain took slightly more than two hours to defeat third seeds Natlie Grandin (South Africa) and Vladmiria Uhlirova (Czech Republic) 7-5 6-7(6) 10-7.
They will play the American and Australian combination of Vania King and Jarmila Gajdosova for the title.
Meanwhile, at the US$15,000 Saskatoon Futures in Canada, New Zealand Davis Cup player Dan King-Turner reached the final of the singles after scoring a 6-3 6-3 victory over Nikita Kryvonos (United States) in the semifinals.
King-Turner is building up to the Binghampton Challenger event in New York this week and has been using the futures tournament as match practice.
He will take on Australian third seed Matt Reid in the final in search of an eighth futures singles title.


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Coined by public relations expert Dave Lipscomb back in 1997, netnauts are those that believe everything business and social must pass through the Internet as a form of litmus test. To the netnaut, commerce and social standing is virtually irrelevant without a net presence of some sort. Whether or not the assessment is accurate in any given circumstance, netnauts will not consider the possibility business or personal relationships can exist outside the World Wide Web.
You would have purchased that television at your local dealer that's been around for 40 years, but as netnaut you feel he'll be gone in five since he doesn't have a website.
by Mike Smooth October 24, 2013


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Remembering Dame Elisabeth Murdoch
06 December 2012 , 8:38 AM by Jo Laverty
After 103 years of a life filled with family and charity, Dame Elisabeth Murdoch has passed away in her Melbourne home.
She was involved with over 100 charities in her time, from volunteering with animals when she was a young woman to being the patron of some of Australia's biggest foundations well into her old age.
One of the smaller charities which Dame Murdoch gave her attention to was the Epilepsy Foundation in Victoria. CEO Graeme Shears remembers Dame Murdoch as being incredibly personable, approachable and possessing a robust sense of humour.
Graeme spoke to Ross Solly on 666 Breakfast and discussed her role as a philanthropist and his memories of this incredible woman.
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August 4, 1979
Stevenage, UK
Knebworth Festival
The Song Remains the Same, Celebration Day, (Out On the Tiles intro) Black Dog, Nobody's Fault But Mine, Over the Hills and Far Away, Misty Mountain Hop, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, Ten Years Gone, Hot Dog, Rain Song, White Summer ~ Black Mountainside, Kashmir, Trampled Underfoot, Sick Again, Achilles Last Stand, Jimmy Page solo, In The Evening, Stairway to Heaven, Rock and Roll, Whole Lotta Love, Heartbreaker.
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Knebworth concerts
I remember calling into Harlequin record store next to Waterloo Station on the morning the tickets went on sale for the 4th August show... and within minutes (no queue) had two tickets in my hand...none of this e-mail/ballot stuff (I'll come to that later!).
The journey on the train from London's Kings Cross station was memorable, as my cousin (Pete 17) and myself just 19 gasped at the number of fans gathering as we approached Stevange station. Then the shuttle bus to the site and then the memories from the two 78 Knebworth shows (Genesis, then later that year Zappa and the Tubes)...but seeing Zeppelin this must be something else...and of course it was! Having already read most of the other fan's reviews there is little more to add about the show, other than the amazing set length, it seemed to be over 3 hours...the show had everythng you could ask for and more (even a DVD 25 years later!). Then the trudge back to Stevange station after the show, the live rails had to be turned off as everyone was walking along the railway line! The 2nd show on the 11th was slightly shorter but just as enjoyable (I still have a spare ticket for that show!) and I remember an American girl next to me at the front firing off a starting pistol throughout the set...!This year I applied for the Ahmet Tribute and like most fans, was unsuccessful, and thinking no more of it decided to go abroad for a few weeks. On my return, on my e-mail, a second ballot had taken place and I had been awarded the opportunity to buy 2 tickets...I returned to UK on 15th Dec... Typical! Let's just hope for a UK tour, if not thanks for some great memories!


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- Passengers will have virtual reality "windows" to view whatever they want
- Rotatable engines will allow the Sky Whale to take off vertically
- Viñals designed the aircraft to have self-repairing wings
Give a designer and aviation geek some time and a pencil, and you might just get something great.
At the very least you'll get something spectacular.
Oscar Viñals, a Spanish designer and aviation enthusiast, has released details, and incredible pictures, of what he is calling the "greenest aircraft imaginable."
Equipped with self-repairing wings, large windows, a vertical takeoff ability and room for 755 passengers, the "AWWA Sky Whale" joins several other outlandish proposals for future aircraft that have cropped up in the last couple of years.
Airbus predicted we'd be flying in transparent planes by 2050, while pilotless planes and space flight have also been forecast .
Viñals' design uses hybrid engine technology and "active wings," among other things, to create a plane that, should it ever get built, will not only look great but will be one of the safest and most efficient planes in the sky.
The gallery above describes some of the features.


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It's more than just the "baby blues." Learn to recognize the signs of postpartum depression – and how to treat it.
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Expert Advice
Lose a Competition Recently? Wise Words From Chrystofer Benson
Wise competition advice from Chrystofer Benson, Matrix Artistic Director and International award winning colorist/editorial stylist:
"I feel for any stylist at any level putting your work out to the world is always a scary thing—but nothing in life comes without risks," says Chrystofer Benson, Matrix artistic director and international award winning colorist/editorial stylist. "The only way to learn is to practice and jump in and go for it. I have learned more from my mistakes and so called failures than ever a win."
"When you put your work out into the world, you go from big stylist in little city to stylist of the world. I feel there is nothing better than watching your work progressively get better and better. Taking pictures if your work tracks your progression. Then when it comes to the competitions, having your work recognized by your industry peers is so amazing! It's well worth the intimidation of entering! The only way you'll know is if you push yourself past what you're comfortable with and try something new."


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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta'd by 2Shaes and TitaRitter of Project Team Beta.
A/N: Violence. Character death.
You Got Your Wish
"Wait, Jake!" I called after him. "Please! Don't do this!"
He paused, turning back to grin at me, while Quil and Embry headed impatiently for the door. "Don't be stupid, Bella. This is a much better gift than the one I gave you," he said as he pointed to the silver bracelet holding the reddish brown wolf he'd carved. It was his graduation gift to me.
I knew this graduation party that Alice had planned was a bad idea and it had just gotten worse. Right in the middle of the party, the Cullen home filled with the recently graduated seniors of Forks High, Alice had had a vision of the newborns coming here to Forks to find me. We knew they were coming for me. Alice had seen one of the newborns carrying the red blouse that had disappeared from my room.
Jake had just given me the bracelet he had made when he saw the blank look steal over Alice's face. Right before she raced up the stairs to speak with Edward, Carlisle and Jasper.
Though I tried to pull my arm from his grasp, Jake wouldn't let me go without him. Sighing in exasperation, Jake and I, and his pack brothers Quil and Embry, marched up the stairs to Carlisle's study. As we entered the room, they were discussing battle plans to intercept and defeat the newborns. Jake, eager for a fight and the chance to rip apart vampires, offered to speak to Alpha Sam of the shape shifting wolf pack about joining with the Cullens to fight the newborns.
Jake smirked as he crossed his arms over his wide chest. "You know, those newborn leeches wouldn't be expecting us, and it'd be great to finally meet up with some vampires I'd be allowed to rip to shreds."
Despite the insults, Jasper's eyes gleamed with the idea the advantage that adding more than a dozen horse-sized wolves to the "fighting unit" would bring.
Edward, seeing the possibilities in Jasper's military trained mind, broke into a broad grin and clapped him on the shoulder. "Yes! They won't be expecting it all. They won't know about the wolves and it will be utter chaos."
A sly smile spread across Jasper's face. "Alice had seen there were twenty-one newborns. Between the seven of us, and the surprise of the wolves, those newborns will be handled."
Emmett had joined the war conference and clapped his hands together, his face beaming. "It'll be a piece of cake!"
I looked from Emmett's eager face, to Jasper's calculating one, to Jacob's thoughtful demeanor, and my heart fell.
No! Not Jacob!
To me, the tiny, intricately detailed wolf on my bracelet symbolized Jake and all of his werewolf brothers and sister. It would be so easy to take it between my fingers and crush it into tiny slivers of wood. The same way that army of newborn vampires would crush Jake and his pack.
"No!" I shouted again. "You can't do this! None of you can do this! I can't have you fighting all those newborns for me. I can't stand it. I can't lose you!"
Edward came to me and wrapped me in his strong arms. I leaned into his chest and breathed in his sweet scent of honey and sunshine, but it had no calming effect this time. Dread and fear of losing him, losing any of them, gripped my heart with its frozen fingers. It was difficult to even breathe.
"Bella." Edward kissed the top of my head. "The only thing that can stop a vampire is another vampire. Or the wolves. Jake and his pack were born to fight vampires. If we join with the wolves, we can easily beat the newborns."
Jasper slid into my line of sight. "Bella, if we work together with the wolves, those newborns, and whoever created them, will never know what hit them. We can draw them away and keep them from ever reaching Forks. We can ambush them and destroy them." Jasper's arms went around Alice's petite frame and he drew her into his chest.
"But we don't know who made them." I hated how my voice sounded tiny, pathetic, and weak against Edward's chest.
Jasper reached to touch my shoulder. "It makes no difference who created them, Bella. A newborn vampire is a newborn vampire. They are strong, blood thirsty, out of control, and ruled by their instincts. But I controlled armies of them for more than fifty years. I know how they are. If we join forces, the newborns' natural aversion to, and fear of, the wolves will work in our favor."
I know Jasper was trying to calm me with his empathic gift, make me understand what they were trying to say, but I was so frantic with fear of losing any of them it just was not getting through. I was near panic and it felt as if I couldn't get enough air. I saw Jasper glance up at Edward and Edward gave him a nod.
Jasper stepped away from Alice and placed his right hand against my face. Skin to skin contact was supposed to make his gift stronger, but I could not feel it.
"Bella, look at me."
Of their own accord, my tear-filled eyes went to Jasper's golden ones. Edward unclasped his arms from around me and Jasper slid his other hand across my right cheek.
"Bella." His voice was low and composed. "You are nearly panicking. Let me help you."
With my face caught between his large hands, his grip became more firm against my skin. "I am confident that this will work. We will prevent the newborns from reaching Forks, and we will destroy them."
I tried to slow my breathing, but it wasn't working against my fear. "No Jasper! I can't let any of you be hurt because of me! Jake and the wolves are just teenagers - just boys. They can't do this!"
"Bella, stop fighting me." He glanced up. "Edward, I need to knock her out."
I yanked my face from between Jasper's hands and stumbled back into Edward. I hadn't realized he had moved to stand right behind me. My breath was coming faster. I could feel my panic rising.
"Stop it, Jasper! Don't you dare knock me out!" I shouted.
"Bella, I don't need to touch you to knock you out."
I felt Edward's cool arms wrap around me again. "Bella, love, you're going to hyperventilate. Let Jasper help calm you. You're breathing too fast and your heart is racing."
I pulled away from Edward. He let me go otherwise I would have never been able to get away from him. I stood between him and Jasper, facing Jake, Quil and Embry.
"Jake you can't do this! Please don't do this!" I pleaded. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you!" My breath was coming even faster, and I could feel myself getting lightheaded, but I couldn't let Jake and the other wolves get involved.
Jacob's deep brown eyes hardened as he stared into mine. He glanced to Edward, then to Jasper and back to me.
"Okay Bella. You got your wish. Us little boys ..." he sneered, "... won't help your blood suckers with the newborns. We'll stay home on the Rez. We won't cross the boundary line. And when those newborns get through with Forks and follow your scent to La Push, then me and my little playmates will finish them off. Good bye, Bella."
Jake's large frame spun away from me and he nodded to Embry and Quil. With their jaws set, their dark eyes narrowed, they nodded back to him. They turned as one and all three of them quickly left the room. A moment later, through the sound of the music in the living room, I thought I heard the front door slam behind them.
Alice gasped, and I quickly turned to her. I saw her light golden eyes go blank as she was caught in another vision of the future. Her eyes flicked back and forth as she watched the possible new futures play out in her mind. Behind me, Edward sucked in a breath as Jasper darted to Alice, gripping her tiny shoulders in each of his hands, peering into her eyes.
"Alice, what do you see?'
"Nothing," she choked out. "I see nothing."
Two weeks after the ill-fated graduation party at the Cullens' house, Edward and I were sitting at the table in my little kitchen. Edward's long pale fingers were lightly tracing across the backs of my clenched hands. All the thoughts racing through my mind were in a tangled knot.
Thankfully, Charlie had gone to La Push to go fishing with Jacob's father Billy this morning. Even though Jacob hadn't spoken to me in two weeks, I didn't think it was a coincidence that the Quileutes were having an open graduation party, fish fry, and bonfire at First Beach. Open to everyone from the Quileute Reservation and Forks in honor of me, the Forks Police Chief's daughter, graduating from high school. Not that there was any hope it would evacuate the entire town of Forks ...
I had told Charlie I would be out there later in the afternoon. I hated to lie but I couldn't tell him where I might really be. As long as he stayed there, he would probably be safe. Alice's last clear vision of the newborns had shown them reaching Forks today.
It could be any time, and I couldn't stand the stress of waiting. I snatched my hands from under Edward's and jumped up from the table to pace the small room. The tension and anxiety were eating into me; I could not sit still. I felt the nerves throughout my entire body jangling and twitching. The wolf pack was safe at La Push, but what of Edward, Alice and the rest of the Cullens? What about the people in Forks?
Edward watched me for a moment and stood to block my next pass in front of the sink. "Bella," he began. "I know Jasper is not far, let him help you calm down."
I spun away from him. "Edward! Jasper calming me down is not going to change anything. This is all my fault! People are going to die because of me! If I hadn't yelled at Jake then ..."
The shrill ringing of the phone caused me to nearly jump into the kitchen sink, and I leaped for it.
"He ... hello?"
"Hey Bells. When do you think you'll be over here for the party? Billy and I caught a lot of fish for the fish fry. There'll be plenty for everyone."
"Hi Ch ... Dad. I, uh, I'm not sure when I'll be over. Edward and I are going to have lunch before he leaves to go camping with his family." Because Edward and the rest of his family were not allowed to cross the boundary line and enter the wolves' territory, Edward had had to come up with some excuse for why he wouldn't be joining me.
But if I really went to La Push, would the newborns follow me there?
"Oh, right. They're going camping again. Well don't be too long. You know this is in your honor." I could practically hear him rolling his eyes through the phone.
"Yeah, I know, Dad. I wanted to spend some time with Edward b... before they left."
"Are you feeling okay, Bells?" I could hear the concern in his voice.
"Oh... uh, yeah, Dad. I'm fine. You know how I feel about parties and people making a big deal." I glanced up at Edward.
"Yeah, I know. Kinda like your old man. Well, don't take too long. But I got a call about some disturbance out in the hills past the east side of town. I was thinking I should go check it out. Shouldn't take long. I'll be back before you know it."
Edward's eyes widened. With his vampire hearing, he was able to hear every word Charlie said.
"Wh ... what kind of disturbance, Dad?"
"I don't know, Bells. Probably just some kids feeling their oats. I should just leave it to the counties to handle. It's out of my jurisdiction, you know."
"Sure, sure, Ch... Dad. Let the county police handle it. You stay in La Push and enjoy the fish."
"Ya know, I think you, and the Vitamin R, talked me into it." I heard the smile in his voice.
Sighing with relief, I loosened my death grip on the phone. "Okay, Dad. Um, that's good. I know you're having a good time with Billy. I'll see you soon. Be careful."
"Always am. See ya."
"B ... bye Dad."
I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my face as I stared at the receiver. Would I ever see him again? Would I ever speak to him again? Would I even be alive later?
I turned to look at Edward and saw that he had his phone to his ear. His lips were vibrating, but I heard no sound. He was talking at vampire speed to someone in his family.
He pressed the button to end the call, shoved the phone in his pocket and scooped me up into his arms.
"Edward! What is it?" I gasped as he blurred through the kitchen and out the back door at his incredible speed. We were across the yard and into the woods before I could even blink.
"That was Rosalie. She's spotted the newborns about ten miles outside of town. She called Jasper. He's running toward her to head them off."
Oh no! Jasper was going to die and it would be my fault! Alice! Emmett! Where were they? Would Jasper meet the newborns by himself?
As Edward was running, and I was clinging to his chest with all my strength to hold on, he brought his phone to his ear again. "Emmett," was all I heard him say. The sound of the wind rushing past drowned out anything else.
All of the Cullens must have taken up positions throughout the forest east of Forks to wait for the newborns. They hadn't told me of these plans. Probably to keep me from panicking even more.
There were only the six of them out there because Edward had stayed with me. Alice's last vision of the newborns had shown her there were twenty-one. Twenty-one blood thirsty newborns - plus the one who was directing them.
Edward was nearly flying through the forest. The trees were nothing but a green blur as we sped past. I didn't know how far we had gone when Edward stopped and his head snapped to the right.
I caught only a flash of movement through the trees and before I could scream, Emmett came crashing through the brush.
"Emmett, take her. I'm going to Jasper." He shoved me into Emmett's huge arms.
"Edward! I can take care of those newborns. You and Jazz and the rest don't have to..."
"Emmett! I said take her! Take care of her for me." Edward gently kissed my forehead. "I'll be back with you soon." Then he was gone.
"Oh, Emmett! He's gone! What are we going to do?" I wailed. The tears streamed down my face, and I clung to Emmett desperately.
"I don't know, Bells. We can't let the newborns near you or Forks. I'll ..." I could tell he had come to a decision. He ran back in the direction from which Edward and I had just come, but we didn't go nearly as far.
"Hang on tight, Bells. We're goin' up this tree."
It was a huge old fir. The trunk was bare of limbs up to about thirty feet, but that didn't discourage Emmett. He leaped, caught hold of the lowest branch and swung us both up into the tree. I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his broad chest.
"You okay, Bells? We're going to go a bit higher. Put your arms under my arms and grab onto my shoulders."
I could do nothing but nod weakly against his hard chest as he climbed higher into the tree.
With one hand he climbed higher and higher. With the other, he held me tightly to his chest.
When he finally stopped, I opened my eyes and saw nothing but green around us. I didn't know how high we were, but when I looked down over his arm, I couldn't make out anything but needle-covered limbs. Though Emmett had stayed below the tree tops, we were surrounded by green. When I looked up, the limbs thinned out and I could make out patches of grey sky above us.
Emmett whispered into my ear, "This is as high as we go, Bells. Back in Tennessee when I was human, if you could get up a tree, then the bears couldn't get you. I didn't do so well that last time I ran across a bear." He shook his head at the memory. "We'll wait here for a minute. I want you to hang on to this tree trunk. One of us will be back to get you."
"Emmett, no! You can't leave me here. Where did Edward go?"
"Look Bells, you have to be quiet. Edward went that way to help Jasper." He jerked his head toward the east. "The newborns are headed this way. If they come by here, they'll smell your scent down there, but they won't smell you climbing the tree. They won't think you're up here. They should be out of their minds trying to get away from Jasper and Edward and everybody, and going crazy after they get a whiff of your scent."
He was pulling some sort of strap out of his pocket
"Emmett! You can't leave me here!"
"I have to Bells. You hold on tight to this trunk. I thought I might get to clothes line some newborns, but I'm going to use this strap to tie you to the tree. One of us will be back to get you."
With that he pried me off his chest, sat me on a limb, and placed my arms around the tree trunk. As I scrambled to grip the trunk with my legs, Emmett wound that black strap several times around me and the tree and tied it about three feet above my head.
"Emmett, please don't leave me."
"Bells, you're safer here than with any of us. You need to be quiet." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "You know I've always loved you as my sister."
"You're the big brother I always wanted, Em. I love you. Please don't leave!"
He held one finger to his lips, patted my shoulder, and dropped through the limbs of the tree. I lost sight of him but heard the soft thud when he reached the ground. I couldn't see much, but through small gaps through the ever-present green, I spotted a light colored blur as he streaked toward the east.
I couldn't believe that he had left me there! My hysterical mind was stuck, repeating over and over, "They left me. They left me." I had to try and follow them.
I had no idea how high up the tree I was. What if I fell? I'd end up lying broken and bleeding on the ground.
Perfect bait for the newborns.
That was if I could untie the strap.
I jerked at the strap around me, frustrated. Then, toward my left, it sounded as if the Hounds of Hell had exploded through the crust of the earth. I clung to the tree and shrunk away from the thunderous growls and piercing snarls.
I stared in the direction of the blast of sound but couldn't see anything yet. Then I saw flashes of movement and color through the green. They were coming closer. Growls, screams and shrieks pummeled my ears. Booming thuds and cracks like gun shots edged closer. Then I heard the sound of metal being wrenched apart. Through a small break in the pervasive green, I glimpsed Alice's beautiful face. She was momentarily still then her head snapped around. She was looking directly at me.
"Bella, you're going to be okay."
Before I could even form a reply, I heard a terrifying snarl behind her. She spun in a blur to face it. She stopped and dropped into a crouch as a red-eyed male newborn vampire appeared out of nowhere and leaped toward her. His arm swept around from his side and his wide hand, fingers curled like claws, struck her on the side of her face. His fingers dug in, and as his leap carried him over and past her, he ripped her head from her shoulders with a grating, ear splitting screech.
"Bella. Bella, wake up."
A low male voice was whispering in my ear. I could smell smoke and something sweet. Too sweet.
My eyes fluttered slowly open, and I realized it was dark. I continued to smell smoke. Had there been a fire?
My legs, arms and butt ached in protest. Where the hell was I?
I blinked again and realized that my face was pressed against the rough bark of a fir tree. I was sitting on a limb. My arms and legs straddled the trunk, but my legs were resting on other limbs. Something was holding me to the tree.
I was tied to the tree.
I looked straight up. Through breaks in the needle covered limbs I could see the cloudy sky, faintly lit with moonlight.
Then I remembered.
Edward grabbing me and running from my house into the forest, and his shoving me into Emmett's arms. Emmett carrying me and climbing the tree. He tied me to the trunk with a black strap and knotted it up high so I couldn't reach it to untie it.
Then Alice ... Alice!
That newborn ...
My chin trembled as I drew in deep gasping breaths. Tears sprang to my eyes, and my hands tightened into fists and shook. My heart was splitting, cracking, breaking, and the tearing pain of it burst through my chest and tore through my throat in a wailing howl.
A cold hard hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off the sound, and the owner of that hand loomed over me. He whispered into my ear, "We don't have time for that, Bella. You need to hang on to this tree while I untie you. You're going to climb onto my back, and I'm going to tie you to me so you don't fall off. Do you understand?"
My eyes flew open and strained to see who was speaking. I knew it wasn't Edward. I could make out light colored hair that looked silvery in the moonlight.
Jasper. It was Jasper.
I blinked at him. He held my face so tightly I was unable to nod at him.
He leaned back and stared into my face. Even in the darkness, I could tell his eyes were black. "I'm going to take my hand from your mouth. Do not scream."
I could only blink at him again. I felt his palm ease away from my mouth.
"Hang onto the tree."
I clamped my arms around the trunk as he swiftly untied the strap.
He turned his back to me. "Climb on my back."
I was afraid to move and my mind went blank as I stared at the center of his back.
"Your t-shirt is ripped."
"Yes, it is. Now climb on my back."
My arms would not let go of the tree. Cramps seized my legs, locking them in place.
"I can't, my arms won't move," I whimpered. "My legs ..."
He sighed and turned to face me. He leaned in and peeled my arms from the tree then bent them around his neck. He reached between my stomach and the rough bark, grabbing my hips, and pulled me away from the trunk. He slid his hands under my thighs then to my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. At vampire speed he bound me to him and started to climb down the tree.
With my head tucked into my shoulder, I couldn't see what he was doing but when he reached the section of trunk where there were no limbs he paused and looked around.
"Jasper," I whispered into his chest.
"What, Bella?" I heard his voice rumble through his chest.
"Thank you for coming back for me."
He didn't say anything.
"What's that sweet smelling smoke?"
"Fires. Burned vampires."
Burned vampires? Newborns?
"Jasper, what happened to Alice?" I asked, afraid that he wouldn't answer me; afraid of the answer he might give me.
I felt him take in a deep breath then he stilled.
"She ... she's gone." I only heard him because I felt the cool puff of his breath on my ear.
My own breath hitched and caught in my throat.
I didn't want to, but I had to know. What had happened to the rest of them? What had happened to Edward? Why wasn't he there with us?
I could not force air through my throat to say his name, but I felt compelled to ask. I had to ask. I needed to know.
My throat tightened, allowing no air to pass, but I forced his name through my lips. "Edward?"
Jasper still did not move. I felt his cool breath sigh across my face as he bent his head down toward mine.
"He's dead."
Dead? Edward could not be dead. He hadn't said good bye to me. He said he would be back. I didn't tell him that I loved him. He could not be dead!
I felt the pain welling up within me again, trying to force its way out. I felt the terrible ache building in my chest. I inhaled a ragged breath.
Jasper clamped his large hand over my mouth again and held my head tightly against his chest.
"Bella, you must be quiet. You cannot scream. What I know right now is that Esme, Edward and ... Alice are dead. I don't know what happened to the others. There were 19 newborns. You were right when you told Edward at your graduation that Victoria was connected to the newborns - she created them. She had another male attempting to control them. I took out ten of the newborns and that male. I found five newborns in pieces so I burned them. Victoria was distracted by your scent near this tree, and I got her. Two of the newborns ran directly north - a male and a small female. Two male newborns ran toward Forks. I didn't chase them. It wasn't worth the risk. Two newborns loose in Forks won't cause that much damage."
I shuddered at the thought of two vicious newborn vampires running loose in Forks. I thought of the damage just two of them could do, at how many people two of them could slaughter, and I shuddered again.
Jasper continued in his low, expressionless voice. "I don't think the Volturi are here yet, but with everything that's been going on over the last several months, I'm sure they would have sent a scout here. It's what I would do."
He gripped my jaw tighter and forced my head up so I had to look into his ink black eyes. "I've never lost a fight, Bella. Jacob Black and his wolves ... You should have listened to me."
He released my jaw. "You must be quiet. I'm going to jump through the trees for a while before I drop to the ground to run. It'll help to hide our scents."
When he finished speaking he leaped into the air, and I squealed. His right hand clamped down over my mouth again. I thought we were going to run into that next tree, and I screamed against his palm. He caught hold of a limb with his left hand and swung us around the tree trunk, planting his feet against the trunk.
"I told you to be quiet." He glared at me, and I knew no more.
I woke up slowly. I was lying on a hard wooden floor. My fingers felt rough dirty planks. There was a musty smell of age and dampness. I cautiously reached out with my hands and felt a rough board wall to my left. I must be in a building of some sort. I opened my eyes and, at first, I only saw darkness. But then I noticed some light. It must have been the moon. It was still night. I could just make out a ceiling above me. It seemed to be made of the same sort of rough cut wood as the floor and wall. I could see the dark beams holding up the roof.
I was on the floor of a shed or cabin. I listened intently but all I could hear was my own breathing and the soft chirp of crickets outside. There was some sort of buzzing sound. More bugs, I thought.
I moved to sit up and groaned. My muscles were achy and stiff and not cooperating. With another groan, I pushed myself up and leaned against the wall, my legs straight out in front of me.
I looked around the room or shack or whatever it was and saw an old stone fireplace to my right. There was a small window just beyond it. That was where the moonlight was coming in. There was no glass in the window.
As my eyes made their circuit around the room, I could see there wasn't anything in there but a bit of trash, crumpled papers, and a few crushed aluminum cans. Maybe it had been a hunting cabin?
In the room, directly across from me, I saw that someone was standing in the doorway. There was no door. His back was to me. I gasped and scrambled into the corner and looked around desperately for another way out.
There was only one exit and he was standing in front of it! Who was it? Was it Jasper?
"Jasper?" I asked tentatively.
His head turned to look over his shoulder at me. He slowly turned toward me, his shoulders rigid with tension. His tightly clenched fists trembled at his sides.
He must have knocked me out before. I didn't remember how I got there.
My eyes had gotten used to the dark in this old, abandoned cabin, but even if there hadn't been that small bit of light from the moon, I would have known when his glittering obsidian eyes reached me. I didn't think he was projecting his emotions toward me, but I felt it when his eyes touched my face.
I huddled in the corner beside the old stone fire place. I drew my knees up to my chest and tried to cover my head with my hands. I couldn't help trying to make myself as small as possible; to hide from him. It was stupid, it was pointless, but I couldn't help it. I felt his eyes on me. I began to feel the frigid hate radiating from him, and I jerked my hands from my face to look at him. For the first time I truly feared him.
When his tall form was square to me, I took in a breath to speak, not knowing what I could possibly say to him. Was there anything I could say to him?
His left hand shot out in a slicing gesture, and I cringed away from him. There was no way I could get away from him even if I tried. He was blocking the only exit leading out of this room. I was a fragile, breakable human, and he was a vampire. The most lethal predator the world had ever known. I was trapped there in that corner, and I knew he was going to kill me. After all the near misses, I was finally going to die.
I heard him draw in a short breath.
"Quiet," he hissed.
The faint moonlight shining through the small window to my right lit his marble skin with a soft glow. I could see his jaw flex and his head cock to his right.
"The Volturi won't be able to ignore this." His deep voice was barely a whisper across his lips. He took a slow silent step toward me. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "They'll be here soon if they're not already."
As he took another silent step toward me his head suddenly tilted up, one eyebrow lifted. The corners of his mouth twitched faintly.
"I'm sure you didn't hear that. That was the first explosion. In Forks. The Volturi are here. Many more will die as they clean up."
He took another slow step toward me, as if he were stalking me. I was caught in his eyes. A rabbit frozen in the gaze of a cobra poised to strike. I could not move except to tremble and cower away from him.
His black eyes snapped to his left and then back to me, and his lips curved slightly higher.
"More explosions. Looks like some of Forks is going to burn. Like Jacob Black said, 'you got your wish'."
I was off the floor, pinned to the wall by his cold, steel-like body. His large hands gripped my arms and his nose nearly touched mine. I couldn't breathe. I never saw the movement, never saw the cobra strike.
His black eyes slid shut. His lips brushed across mine then trailed along the edge of my jaw to my neck. He inhaled and his wintry lips traced a searing line down my throat to my shoulder. He placed a light kiss where my shoulder curved into my neck.
With the tip of his nose he drew a faint line along my skin. I felt his tongue touch the pulse frantically racing through my jugular.
"Your scent ..." he sighed.
He pressed his body more firmly to mine, forcing me more tightly against the wall. His right hand slid up my arm, over my shoulder and slipped around my neck.
My left arm was free but it didn't matter. I could not escape him or the death I knew was coming for me at his hands. At his teeth.
His rage pulsed into me, hot and red. Instinctively, I tried to turn my face away from him, but he thrust his jaw against mine, his long fingers spread over the side of my face, holding me still.
His broad shoulders blocked my view of the small one room cabin. But it didn't matter any longer. Nothing mattered any longer. I accepted my fate. I had tried to run with the wolves and the vampires for too long, tempting that fate, and there was nothing left for me to live for.
Ed ... Edward was gone. Alice and Esme were gone. I didn't know what had happened to the rest of them. Were they torn apart? Dead and burned to ashes?
I didn't know what had happened to Char... Dad. Would he have been safe on the Reservation? Would anyone? How much of the town of Forks would the Volturi destroy to stop two newborn vampires?
I didn't hear the explosions. My weak human ears could not hear what Jasper's could, but he had no reason to lie. He had never lied to me. Forks and the people I loved were gone. It was all gone. I could only hope that Charlie had stayed on the Reservation with Jake and the wolf pack; hope that the newborns had been stopped and destroyed.
Utter despair filled me, forcing out Jasper's rage. I closed my eyes. My last view of this world would be of a dark, dirty abandoned shack deep in the mountains and Jasper's black, rage-filled eyes, his golden head bent to my throat.
Jasper had tried to stop the newborns. He had tried to save all of us. Because of me he lost his wife - his mate. Alice was gone. My Edward was ... gone. Because of me. But Jasper had tried. He had fought so hard.
He was pressing me so tightly to the wall, I didn't know if I had enough air to speak, but I had to try.
"Jasper," I choked out. "Jasper, I am so sorry I didn't listen to you. I am so sorry. Jasper, I love you."
I felt his cool breath across my neck and face, then he inhaled deeply again.
"You got your wish," he said again, his lips brushing against my throat. "I feel your despair and resignation. Your hopelessness. I will grant your other wish."
I barely felt the sting.


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I do believe they showed a stat during the game that Tynes was 8/9 in game winning FG situations.
Tynes is usuallu really good, probably i'd say top 10 in the league, he missed one kick and you knock him
2 NFCCG winning kicks? Name 10 other kickers who have done what he has.
"When I was 15, I could not believe how dumb my father was.....when I was 25, I could not believe how much he had learned in 10 years"
1st to use the phrase "In Reese we trust"
He kicked us into the SB twice. Once against Green Bay IN green bay. The other against San Francisco IN San francisco...
Tynes is a clutch kicker under 50... He doesn't have the leg to consistently hit from 50+ though.