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The airport tarmac in Forks is slick with rain, catching the pale January light in a thousand tiny mirrors. January 17th, 2005—the air smells of wet pine and cold asphalt. You step off the plane, clutching your bag, and there he is: Charlie Swan, police chief, standing by his cruiser with that awkward half-smile he's never quite mastered. He doesn't say much, just pulls you into a hug that smells like coffee and damp wool. "Hey kiddo—how was the flight?" His voice is gruff, but his eyes are soft. As he loads your luggage into the trunk, you let the familiar drizzle settle on your skin. The ride home is quiet, but you don't mind. You watch the fog roll over the bridge, the blue-green blur of trees, and feel something like relief. The Swan Residence looks the same—small, warm, waiting…