[BamaFan121s]

I dropped Renesmee off with Jacob, but didn’t linger there long. Alice had warned me that it would be unusually sunny later in the afternoon. It was still well before noon, but I really was eager to return to Edward. Jacob was planning on taking Renesmee to first beach to meet up with some friends, so after a quick lecture to the both of them on cliff diving, I left them to have their fun. I was happy that she had Jacob to take her places like that—places where she could enjoy the sun and being with other kids her age, at least for now. Places where I would never be able to take her.
I was letting my mind wander as I drove back through the ever quiet, small town of Forks when my cell phone suddenly began ringing. Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached over to the passenger seat and began rummaging through my purse in search of it. In my haste, I managed to successfully knock my purse to the floorboard. I glanced over and spied the phone vibrating violently amidst the contents that had spilled out of my purse.
With a sigh, I pulled over into a parking lot and unbuckled my seatbelt—old habits die hard. I stretched out and grabbed the phone, glancing at the caller ID—Alice. I had the phone halfway to my ear intending to answer it when my eyes caught sight of the building I’d stopped in front of. I froze.
A strange sense of familiarity washed over me as I examined the outside of its exterior. Its high columns were constructed of rough looking stone. The outside was painted a weathered shade of green. It looked purposely rustic. The sign above the entrance indicated it housed a business by the name of “Newton’s Outfitters.”
I couldn’t place it, but couldn’t shake the strange feeling of déjà vu. I repeated the name in my head several times over while I drummed my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. I sifted through several clouded memories of my human life until it finally took focus, causing me to gasp. The bats, and baseballs and gloves in the garage that I couldn’t place—they were tied to this store. I had worked here! With..with…what was his name? Mike!
I sat recalling it easily now, smiling at the recollections as they became clearer. I remembered how I’d stubbornly insisted on holding my part time job despite Edward’s wishes. I’d forbidden him from coming into the store during my shifts.
Emmett, however, was an unstoppable force. He’d frequently stopped in during my shifts with a different excuse each time—he needed some type of camping equipment, or a new baseball bat. All of which I knew was a ruse—the Cullen’s garage was possibly better stocked than Newton’s store. I suspected his true reason was to pester me—and to harass my coworkers, one in particular. I wondered if Edward had paid him off to come in and keep an eye on Mike, who he always managed to make feel uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have put it past him…either of them.
I smiled despite myself, laughing a bit as I remembered the frustrated expressions that often plagued poor, clueless Mike. How could I have forgotten all that? The more I thought about it, the more I felt the smile slowly fade from my face and gradually transform into a frown. It seemed like so many of my human memories were unclear—like I was looking at them through a thick fog. And that worried me.
My phone began ringing again, snapping me out of my daze. I ignored it, not even bothering to check the ID this time. I slammed my car in gear and spun around in the parking lot until I was heading back in the direction I’d just come from. Suddenly, I wasn’t so ready to get back home.