"Seth, you're driving too fast."

"Chill out mom, I'm driving the speed limit."

"Seth... no, you're driving way over the speed limit. And you need to turn down the music."

"Sure it's Greenday, not my favorite band but I think they deserve to be blasted every once in a while. Besides, it's not that loud."

"It's loud enough to be a distraction. And it's raining and it's dark. That can be a deadly combitnation!"

"Yet again, chill out. Don't sound so panicked, it's freaking me out."

"Seth-"

"Don't worry mom, it's just a little slippery."

"Watch out!"

"Mom! Mom! I can't control-"

A blood curdling scream filled the silver SUV as it was smashed off the road by an 18 wheeler.

Sandy was standing in the Cohen's humongeous kitchen, chopping carrots for a stir fry and randomly answering questions that Ryan had about his homework that had been spread out all over the gigantic kitchen table. They laughed about something that had happened to Seth that day which caused a reaction in which Kirsten made Seth tag along with her to the store.

Four and a half hours later Sandy was getting worried. Kirsten had promised that she would be back within one hour of her departure but his wife and son had not returned yet. Sandy looked at the phone and grabbed it off the hook. He dialed Kirsten's cell phone and sighed when he got the machine.

"Hi this is Kirsten, I can't find my phone right now so leave a message and I'll get back to you after I page it a few times."

Sandy smiled at the cute greeting and he left a quick message telling Kirsten to phone him as soon as possible. He then dialed Seth's cell phone and a slight pang of panick hit him when Seth's machine came on too.

"Hey there, this is Seth... well, I guess you know that because you phoned my cell phone... but maybe you didn't know that this was my cell phone because you're in the CIA and you're trying to call me and get information on all the nut jobs that live in Orange County... But if you're a friend or relative or my dad then leave a message."

Sandy left the same message that he had left on Kirsten's phone but even he could tell that his voice was more panicked. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the kitchen. 11:47. He sighed and decided that there was no use waiting up, there was probably a perfectly good explination to why his wife and son were gone so long and that he really shouldn't lose sleep over the matter. He slowly climbed the stairs to his bedroom and he took a short shower, pulled on some boxers and climbed into his huge bed and soon fell into a fitfull sleep.