He knows it's important. It's vital, if they're to have any future at all, to decide how to bring that about. But all of this, everything they've discussed, it all feels as though it's missing something, and it is, it's missing Alice. Maybe it's the familiarity of the house and the area, maybe it's growing closer to Natasha, but Alice's absence aches now inside him in a way it hadn't done at the cabin. He misses her, and he only thinks he's doing the right thing, he doesn't know. She'd always been good at being the one who knew.

"I understand," he says with a nod, half-turning his head to watch her out of the corner of his eye, silhouetted in the doorway. "It won't be dismissed or forgotten. Spokoynoi nochi, Natalia."

He'll spend the night looking through the house, seeing if he can find any clues to where they may have gone next, if Carlisle had wanted to return to an old haunt again or if they'd blazed a new path. In the morning, he'll hunt again. Then they'll plan their next move.