"Interesting reading, isn't it?" "Very." How had Gideon's father-or more specifically, his father's suicide-influenced his life? I knew all the answers I wanted were waiting for me in the next room. Leaving my bedroom, I took the hallway to the living room. I paused on the threshold, my gaze riveted to Gideon's back as he stood in front of the windows and looked out at the city. My heart rate kicked up. His reflection revealed a contemplative mood. His gaze was unfocused and his mouth grim. His crossed arms betrayed an inherent unease, as if he was out of his element. He looked remote and removed, a man who was inherently alone. He sensed my presence or maybe he felt my yearning. He pivoted; then went very still. I took the opportunity to drink him in, my gaze sliding all over him. He looked every inch the powerful magnate. So sensually handsome my eyes burned just from looking at him. The rakish fall of black
These have been a few of the purposes and functions of Return. There are also pitfalls to avoid in Returning with the Elixir. 223 T H E W R I T E R ' S JOURNEY ~ T H I R D EDITION Christopher Vogler PITFALLS OF T H E RETURN It's easy to blow it in the Return. M a n y stories fall apart in the final moments. T h e Return is too abrupt, prolonged, unfocused, unsurprising, or unsatisfying. T h e m o o d or chain of thought the author has created just evaporates and the whole effort is wasted. T h e Return may also be too ambiguous. M a n y people faulted the twist ending of Basic Instinct for failing to resolve uncertainty about a woman's guilt. UNRESOLVED SUBPLOTS Another pitfall is that writers fail to bring all the elements together at the Return. It's common for writers today to leave subplot threads dangling
coffee table in front of it. "The phone goes there," I whispered, pointing. Two pairs of eternal eyes stared at me. "That's my mother's house." Alice was already off the couch, phone in hand, dialing. I stared at the precise rendering of my mother's family room. Uncharacteristically, Jasper slid closer to me. He lightly touched his hand to my shoulder, and the physical contact seemed to make his calming influence stronger. The panic stayed dull, unfocused. Alice's lips were trembling with the speed of her words, the low buzzing impossible to decipher. I couldn't concentrate. "Bella," Alice said. I looked at her numbly. "Bella, Edward is coming to get you. He and Emmett and Carlisle are going to take you somewhere, to hide you for a while." "Edward is coming?" The words were like a life vest, holding my head above the flood. "Yes, he's catching the first flight out of Seattle. We'll meet him at the airport, and you'll leave with him."
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