The line of cars in front appeared to go on forever, which was surprising, considering it was dawn, around 6am, not generally considered a rush hour. The sun seemed to be appearing in the cloudy sky, turning it a strange shade of purple. Tiny droplets of rain started beating against the inside of the car, it seemed that just thinking about Forks made it rain. I flicked the switch that put the roof up, it whirred pleasingly into place.

I glanced at Renesmee, fast asleep in the passenger seat. At least she didn't make the dog come on our shopping trip, what could possibly make being stuck in traffic worse? A stinky mutt (I bet he snored too). I had promised to get her back home before 7. Better get a move on. I pulled out of the line of cars and did a U turn, despite the apparent annoyance of most of the other drivers. There was a remote track a mile or two back that led almost straight to the house. I turned off the busy road and sped up the secluded path.

I haven't been up here much, not since Emmett managed to destroy the back axel of someone's car on some rocks here. Okay, so it may have mainly his fault, but I really didn't want to mangle my convertible.
"Oh great." I muttered to myself. The car stopped smoothly and I ran through the mud to the pine tree lying straight through the road. I moved one end, so I could get the car through, but it wouldn't look like the 60 foot tree had been moved. As I got back into the car, I caught a strange scent that hadn't been washed away by the now heavy rain. It was like human, but sought of different, not Renesmee sought of different. But it smelled a bit like a wet bird. It probably was. Maybe I was mistaken or delusional. Either way, I had better get back home, Renesmee was starting to wake up...