Edward was blindly racing through the streets of New York again, this time, searching for a place that carried power tools.
As he looked behind him to check whether the other Cullens were following him, he forgot to look where he was going.
BAM! Edward crashed into and scattered a crowd of excited theater-goers waiting in line for the newest off-Broadway musical.
Picking himself up from the second sidewalk crater he'd mad in one day, he prepared to run off again when a hand grabbed his arm.
Not opposed to snapping at it if it turned out to be one of the Cullens, Edward turned to face whoever it was, hell-freezing glare in place.
"You!", snarled a very familiar police officer.
"Disturbing the peace, not watching where you're going to ad to your charges", panted the police officer, pulling handcuffs and a glazed donut out of his pockets.
He crammed the donut into his mouth as he tried to pull Edward off the ground to handcuff him.
"mmpgh glrrmph thlargh", the policeman tried to talk with his mouth full of donut. Edward turned away in disgust.
Swallowing noisily, the policeman repeated himself.
"I said, if it's up to me, I'm going to make sure you get some time in the slammer", growled the policeman. "I hate teenagers…..HEY! What do you think you're doing!", for Edward had gotten to his feet and started jogging away.
Edward knew that it could blow his cover if he appeared to just disappear, so he tried to run at a human pace. Albeit a fast human marathon winners pace, but human nonetheless.
The policeman began racing after him, calling into his Walkie-Talkie for reinforcements.
The chase was on.
