Edward's see's it when she see's it. The cry of her distress at the vision slices through him with the weight of Jasper's panic laced on each other as one happening. Alice -- Alice, now -- is in danger and Carlisle is right up ahead of him now, going the wrong way.

There's nowhere for him to run. He could turn but he'd be spotted before he could hit the end of the long hallway in front of the gate to take a new path. He has to, knows he can, trust Jasper to literally be taken down before anyone will be allowed to touch Alice.

Even when she can defend herself. He doesn't doubt that -- doesn't know what to do, stopped in the middle of the hallway where he can distinguish, not Carlisle's thoughts from the sounds of melee behind him, but the closeness of his steps.

There's only one corner left.

Edward forced himself to look at the ground.