Emmett gave pacing a try. For some reason, the stillness that usually took up any time waiting just didn't sit well with him this time around. Maybe it was because the trouble-- or at least, the weirdness-- was something and someone so close to home.
He looked over at his brother Edward and frowned. Ed had it worst of all of them, thanks to the randomness of whatever power brought them to this world and had snatched him up from such an inconvenient time. Emmett knew Edward would probably pick up on the thought, but it was true.