Melissa's P.O.V

Well, even though I'm in a world with talking cars,it get's extremely boring being cooped up in Doc's Clinic, as he calls it. I was just laying on the cold polished clinic floor, waiting for Doc to come and escort me to supposedly meet some other talking cars.

My life has gotten really weird...

Speak of the devil, Doc rolls through the doors of the clinic, eyeing you with more curiosity, "Come now, Melissa."

I hesitantly got up, noting that I still have a damaged leg, but Doc found me a stick to help me walk on somewhere. So I used the stick to help myself as a leverage to help me get up.

We walked, or rolled outside to a hot blazing sun, instantly making me cringe.

We walked and rolled a bit further only to see a large petrol station with cars that have eyes and are moving on their own. I gasp a bit, making Doc take a glance at me for a brief moment, but then looks back towards the group of cars.

"Evenin'," Doc announced his arrival, seeming to completely forget that I'm here, did I even mention to him that I might look like a walking stick to them?

They all look over towards Doc, then their gazes moved towards me. I cowered back in fear, That's it, there gonna kill me and roast me for dinner! The end of Melissa as we know it!

"Dad-gum! It's the hyoo-man!" A rusty, and old looking tow-truck. He had green eyes with a bit of a brown in the centre, "Whatsies name, uh, Melissa!"

I was taken aback, How did the truck know my name?

"Ladies, and Gentlecars, meet Melissa." Doc moved so I was completely exposed to everycar. All of them were staring at me, even that blue forklift.

Doc glanced back to me, I was swaying back-and-forth in anxiety while hugging my torso.

"Oh boy.." Doc muttered and mentally slapped himself, "Melissa!"

"Huh? Wha-" I shock back to reality so hard that I accidentally place my broken foot on the ground and grimaced, I looked up to see horrified looks on the cars, I chuckle nervously, "Heh, uh, hi?"

"Welcome to Radiator Springs, Melissa!" The tow-truck drove up to me, sticking a tire out for me to shake. I hesitantly took it, it was dusty, "My names Mater, like tuh-mater, but without the tuh!"

"Nice to meet you, Mater." I instantly let go of his tire, he had a goofy grin plastered onto his face and drove back to his spot, next to a red stock-car. I eyed him curiously, he was also doing the same.

"I'm Lighting, Lighting McQueen." He said, driving up to me. He had little sponsor stickers covering his body.

"Hi." I simply say, leaning away a bit. He, or Lightning, made a little Hm and reversed back to his spot.

After a few hours of meeting and chatting to the talking cars, I was exhausted, I had somehow have came to be the most unlikely of friends. I had come to really enjoy Luigi, a yellow 1959 Fiat 500 with caramel chocolate eyes. And his close friend I found to be was Guido, a normal blue forklift with maroon eyes.

I was about to dose off, when Doc nudged me. I squinted my eyes to look at Doc to see him carefully lift me up to his warm hood. He said a soft good-bye and drove back to his clinic, through my squinted eyes, I can see a familiar sun displaying a beautiful light show...