"Is that all we need?" Jasper pulled the voice activated tape recorder out of my top dresser drawer.

"Yep. That's it. You have the walkie talkies?"

"Yeah…why do we need those?"

"They're a lot funner then cell phones."

"Oh. Right." As I shut the closet door, everybody else came up behind us.

"Ready?"

"Yeah" we walked down the stairs and waved goodbye to Nessie, who was coloring a picture with Jacob on the floor. Oddly enough, I had been able to pack light. Behind me, I dragged only one Louis Vuitton suitcase.

"What car are we taking?" Bella asked as we got outside.

"Hmm…which has the most space?" Edward looked at the three cars in the driveway—Rose's BMW convertible, Emmett's Jeep Wrangler, and his Volvo.

"Well, I assume you won't risk ruining the Vanquish by driving it, my Jeep doesn't have a top, Alice's Porsche is being cleaned, obviously the Mercedes is unavailable, and the back seat of the Beamer is soaked…since I forgot to put the top up…" Rose stiffened with anger, "so that leaves the Volvo."

"We have to take one car?" Bella whined

"Well, there's five seats…plus our luggage, which we don't have much of anyways…" Edward seemed to be talking to himself

"Yeah...so Edward can drive, Bella can ride in the front seat, Alice can sit on my lap, and Em and Rose can hold some stuff…or somebody could curl up in the trunk…"

"Oooh! Jazz, can I 'curl up in the trunk?'" Rose asked. Her voice was absolutely dripping with sarcasm, but Jasper somehow didn't get it.

"Sure, that'd be great" Rose stared at him quite intensely for a few moments.

"Actually, can I seriously ride in the trunk?" Emmett asked excitedly, "It's always been on my life list to ride in a car trunk while crossing the border into Mexico…and this is close enough."

"Um…sure…if…that…makes you happy." Jasper responded with a smirk. Emmett walked around to the trunk, and the rest of us got in the car with our luggage, which was piled practically to the ceiling.

"This seems like it won't be a fun ride." Bella noted

"Especially for Emmett." Rose gestured towards the back of the car. He groaned loudly each time we hit a bump on the driveway. Bella was right.

***

"Finally! We're here!" Edward jumped out of the car, as did Bella. Rose, Jasper and I had significantly more trouble, since we had all of our luggage in the back seat with us. Rose opened the door, and the two of the bags went tumbling out.

"Oops." I tried to move, but found it quite difficult. Jasper was sitting on his large suitcase. I was sitting on him, and my bag, as well as Bella's, was on top of me.

"Jazz…I…cannot…move" I jiggled the bags trying to break free.

"I can't either. Hold on" he tried to move the bag below him, but couldn't.

"Rose! Edward! Bella!" I called. All three of them looked back at the car, and then at each other, before they came wandering back.

"What?" Rose spat, clearly annoyed that she had to walk twenty feet back to the car. I gave her "a look", and motioned with my free hand to our predicament.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know…" Bella exhaled, and looked at us as if she were actually thinking about it. Seriously, they sat there smiling stupidly at us for at least five minutes before any of them said anything.

"Should we call… On Star, or something?" Edward asked, still with a smirk on his face.

"What's On Star?"

"Isn't it a type of Converse Sneaker?"

"No, that's One Star."

"I thought that was a type of notebook…"

"No, that's Five Star…"

"Ohhhhhhh…" they then proceeded to argue back and forth about notebooks and sneakers for another five minutes.

"On Star is a company specializing in car security and communications!" I screamed loudly. Jasper shook with silent laughter at my outburst, and the others just looked a little scared.

"Call them." Bella took out her phone, and dialed 411. When they connected her, I heard a man answer.

"Hello, this is Vince at On Star, how may I help you?"

"Hi, um, I need some help, I'm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania?"

"What do you need help with?"

"Well, it isn't me, it's my friends. They're stuck in a car"

"Oh, okay…can you not open the doors?"

"No, the doors are opened."

"Are they trapped by the airbags?"

"No"

"Are they physically handicapped in any way?"

"No"

"Mentally handicapped?"

"Uh…not that I know of…"

"Well…uh…what's trapping them?"

"One is sitting on a suitcase, the other is sitting on the one sitting on the suitcase, and she's holding luggage. The luggage is piled to the ceiling…and it's…packed really tight." Vince was silent for a moment before he answered.

"Alright…would you like me to send somebody?"

"Yes please. We're in the parking lot of Gettysburg National Military Park Museum and Visitor Center…in a silver Volvo sedan…license plate 204WJL"

"Okay. Give it about fifteen minutes, goodbye" Bella shut the phone.

"Fifteen minutes?" I said through my teeth.

"Sorry…it was the soonest they could get here." I could see some parts of the battlefield already, and a few monuments. It was a little foggy out, but the fog framed the statues in a way that made them seem more dignified. It took some effort, but I was able to see the time on my silver Cartier watch. 11:53 in the morning. When the On Star representative finally arrived, it was 12:21. Humph. 28 minutes. And, naturally, when help finally got to us, he took his time.

"This is a very difficult situation…these suitcases are packed pretty tightly…does this seat open up to the trunk?"

"Yes." Edward relied.

"Okay. I'll just go back to the trunk, pull the seat back, and then we can try to get this bottom bag out…hold on" He ambled slowly around to the back of the car.

"Sir, do you have a key?"

"Here" Edward tossed him the car remote control. The On Star guy took a little time to figure out which button unlocked the trunk, but eventually, he got it. When he pulled the trunk open, Emmett was still lying there, of course, since we didn't let him out. Unfortunately, we had forgotten he was in there. When the man saw him in the trunk, he gasped audibly, and I heard his heart rate shoot up.

"Um…er…wh—why is there a dead body in your trunk?" He stuttered, terrified. It was understandable. Emmett was, apparently, not breathing, blinking, or moving. The poor On Star guy's heart rate went up even more when the "dead body" sat up and started talking to him.

"Hi. Who are you? I'm Emmett. I'm not technically dead. There just wasn't enough room in the car, so I rode in the trunk. But it smelled weird in the trunk, so that's why I wasn't breathing…" Luckily, Mr. On Star didn't seem to have heard Emmett, since he was talking quickly, practically too quick for the human ear. Instead of responding, he just nodded.

"Okay, well, could you…get out of the trunk? I need to do something…"

"Okay" At last, I heard the click of the seat opening. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he slid the bag Jasper was sitting on out from under him. My monogram canvas Louis and Bella's Green Tumi suitcase fell over onto the seat next to us. I hopped out of the Volvo, followed by Jasper.

"Finally!"

"What is your home address? I'll send the bill in the mail"

"480 Lake Street, Avoca, PA" he wrote it down in a small notepad, and walked away, surely glad to be done with us.

"Okay…that ride felt a lot longer than two hours…"