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My mother was fine now. She had recovered, though she was still disappointed that she wasn't able to locate Renee yet.

I decided to go back to Forks on Saturday. I felt bad about leaving Bella in the vulnerable state she was in. She had been through so much, she could just crash.

As soon as I arrived in Forks, I immediately went up to Bella's house. The wide windows were shaded from the afternoon sun. Yes, this day, it was actually sunny in the small town of Forks, WA.

I knocked on the wooden yellow door. No answer. Strange.

Charlie, Bella's father, must be at work at the police station. There was no doubt about that. But there was something wrong about that. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his cruiser in the driveway. There was no way he could be anywhere else. He had no transportation.

Maybe he went fishing with his friend, who picked him up. Bella had said something about Charlie's friends, Billy and Harry-or-something-or-the-other. Yes, that must be it.

But Bella would never leave the safety of her house. It was strange. Bella had hated sunny days. I mean, the sun, she had nothing against. It was just the way she said it when she told me. Like it reminded her of something, some memory that hurt.

It gave me an eerie feeling knocking at the door of someone who wasn't home, like something had gone wrong.

Oh, well. Bella must just be out shopping or something, trying to make herself feel better when I was away.

I drove to the hotel. It was far away from Forks. In fact, Forks was so small, you could barely consider the hotel to be within Forks limits. To drive there, I had to pass La Push.

That was where Jacob had lived, Bella told me.

She said that it was Jacob who totally ruined her. He had become her friend and loved her a lot, but then left for another person and Bella had broken into pieces.

Strangely, I sometimes get the feeling about how Bella describes Jacob, that somehow Jacob didn't seem that special. There was someone more, and Bella was hiding it. It was just a feeling. I was probably going crazy.

It was just that my car was the only one on the lone road. It was passing through a dense forest, and the one lane was narrow. The dark trees on either side were perfect hiding spots for something that could just jump out onto the road.

The shadows were unnerving, and there was only forest ahead, as far as I could see.

I turned on the radio to end the awful silence that was making me feel uneasy. The music didn't lessen the tension by any.

I drove faster until I reached 75 mph, and put my car on cruise, wanting to get out of the horrible place and back into civilization as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, I saw something startlingly red in the distance, contrasting sharply with the green on either side.

I hit my brake, but that only put the car off cruise. It didn't stop. I was getting closer to the red thing… I was too close…I closed my eyes and let loose, bracing myself for the crash…

It never happened. I felt the car stop. No way.

I opened my eyes. A guy stood in front of my car.

He didn't look like he was from around here. He was very tall, about 6'5". His skin was tannish from being out in the sun, his hair a light brown. He was wearing a red T-shirt, the red thing I saw. He had perfectly ocean blue eyes, a straight nose, and full lips. Truthfully, his face was enough to make any celebrity on television hide their head with shame.

He was the most beautiful person I ever saw. Handsome was just not good enough a word.

But the most amazing thing was that, I was about 20 yards away from where I was supposed to crash and hit into him.

And he didn't have a scratch.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I replied. I had never gotten into car trouble before; don't even talk about almost hitting and killing someone.

"It's fine. I'm okay," he replied, his voice cool and soothing.

"But how could you be? I was charging at you 75 mph! You should be dead!" I replied, flustered.

I got out of the car to inspect the damage, to make sure he was telling the truth.

He was. There was not a scratch on him. And my car had not even a dent. It was only perfect flawless paint.

After my puzzlement, I realized something. "What are you doing here? You looked like you need a ride. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" I asked. I must be crazy. Inviting a stranger into my car, someone I don't know anything about.

I guess I felt really bad for almost killing him and the mystery shrouding him was curious and compelling.

"Sure, please," he replied courteously.

He got into the passenger seat.

I was so caught up that I had forgotten to ask his name.

"By the way, who are you?" I asked.

"I've been waiting for you a long time, Pooh."

Who is this mysterious stranger?

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