Early the next morning, Will went to go get Jack and leave the Bates Motel. The first thing he noticed when exiting his room was that the DeLorean was missing. He ran to his friend's door.
"Jack!" he yelled, banging on the door. "Are you in there? Jack!" Of course, there was no answer.
Will ran up to the house. As he went up the hill, he glanced in the only lit window, one on the second floor in the front of the house. It looked like an old woman was looking down at him. He thought she looked more ill than Norman had said the night before, but he ignored it. Will knocked on the door, but got no response for several minutes.
Norman heard someone knocking on the front door. He knew that it was probably Will, coming to look for Jack. He panicked, trying to figure out what to do. He calmed down and went downstairs.
"What's going on?" he asked, opening the door. "I thought you and Jack were leaving."
"That's the thing. It looks like Jack left me here. I'm not surprised he abandoned me, since he does that a lot, but I need to get home, too," Will said.
"Sounds like he's sort of a bad friend."
"He has his moments. Just like your mother."
Will saw a look of anger quickly flit across Norman's face. It was almost as if he didn't see it, it was so quick.
"Anyway, what should I do?" he asked.
Norman thought for a minute.
"I'll call a cab to come pick you up and take you into town. You can go see if Jack already went to go get the gas."