Edward pulled it on. Not looking at it and hating it all the while. How many memories, how many random faces in them. In his memory and in his mind now.

Between the clamor of voices raising as the information passed and Alice, who's should his gaze stopped on a second because of where-how she was, he said. "Everyone's going to dais."

Everyone.

Pulling up his hood, covering his hair and obscuring his face, he turned back to the door they'd come in through and opened it again.