A/N: Hi! Hopefully, I'll be getting back to my usual updating ways. Of course, I'll need some reviews to read for motivation...

"Dad!" Sutton cried out, surprised to see her father still in his seat, flipped to what looked like the same page of his book that he was on earlier.

"Hi. How's Emma?" Ted didn't even look up. He had a lot on his mind.

"She wasn't at the cabin!" Sutton yelled, stomping up to her room.

"Is she here, by any chance?!" Laurel asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Well, if she is, I didn't see her," Ted looked up,"Maybe she's talking to Kristen."

"She's not in my room!" Sutton said, stomping back to the kitchen.

"I'll check with Kristen!" Laurel replied, racing up to her parents bedroom.

"Thayer! Aren't you going to help?!" Sutton asked, out of breath. She felt like she had been running around all morning.

"Well, uh," Thayer replied quietly.

"My sister is missing! You jumped in my car to help and you're not even trying!" Sutton cried out, annoyed.

"Well, Emma might not be missing," Thayer replied.

"Thayer! She wasn't where she's supposed to be!"

"Kristen's still asleep! I can't find Emma!" Laurel exclaimed.

"Where could she be?!" Sutton sighed.


"Dan!" Ethan jumped out of his Jeep and walked towards the trailer.

"Dan, are you here?"

Ethan walked into the trailer. His shirts, some plates, and some beer cans were strewn all over the floor. There were holes in the walls and in the back of the trailer, where Ethan's things were, there was dried blood near the bed.

Ethan stared at his side of the trailer, in shock.

"Ethan?" Dan walked into the trailer.

"Dan!" Ethan turned around,"Where have you been?!"

"Uh, at the police station. I thought you were still there," Dan stuttered.

"What the heck happened here?!" Ethan gestured at the mess.

"I... Um... Yesterday. Well, Rebecca was here and, uh, I was trying to get her to come to the police station. She... had a gun," Dan looked everywhere but at Ethan.

"Dan. You should talk to Sutton. You're a really bad liar. Just tell me what the hell happened?!" Ethan stepped up to Dan.

Dan sighed. "Well, Rebecca really was here. She... Well, I... met Emma, before Rebecca got here."

"You met her?" Ethan scrunched his eyebrows.

"Well, we didn't exactly talk..."

"Dan. I found this ring at the cabin," Ethan pulled the ring out of his pocket.

"You talked to Emma? Ethan, we made a deal!"

"Dan! That's not the point!" Ethan cried out, annoyed. "Emma wasn't there! I just... need to know that you didn't do anything to her!"

Dan smiled, weakly. "Why would I?"


"Call them!" Rebecca was facing a window, talking to Jordan at the police station. She had told the officer on guard that she was Jordan's mom. She was even wearing a wig and had a fake ID.

"Rebecca! First of all, I'm kind of in jail! You don't have anything on me anymore! I don't have to listen to you!" Jordan whispered back.

"I can get you out!" Rebecca replied.

"No, you can't. You're a fugitive, remember?" Jordan said, quieter than before. "Second of all, the police have caller ID! If someone calls them from jail to report a dead body, they're going to question how I know!"

"She's not dead yet! And I'm not telling you to call them now! Wait a few days, then she'll be dead!"Rebecca pleaded.

"Third of all," Jordan said, ignoring Rebecca,"what do you plan to do? Give them her autopsy right after they find her?!"

"No, I'll switch it with the real one! Jordan, please! Please," Rebecca leaned forward.

Jordan sighed. "Fine. Then, if you really think you can, get me out of here!"

"Visiting hours are almost over," an officer walked up to Jordan, pulling him away from the window.

"Hey, can I use my call now?" Jordan asked when he was sure Rebecca couldn't hear him.

"A call? Really?" The officer stared at Jordan. "You asked me to break the rules because you wanted to talk face to face. What happened?"

"It didn't really work out with her," Jordan fake-smiled. "Please?"

"Fine. But you have to hurry up."