The next day Jessica convinced Seth to go to Hill House and talk to Glen.

"I can't go alone, I need you to be with me by my side," he pleaded.

"Of course, I'll be there for you. Seth, remember if he is your son there's no need to feel guilty. You didn't know about him."

"I know but I'm having a hard time convincing myself of that."

Seth and Jessica arrived just before noon and went to the front desk.

"Hello, Jacob. A friend of ours is staying here and we'd like to know what room?

"Sure Mrs. Fletcher, the name?"

"Glen Monroe."

Jacob started to bristle, "oh, him! Yes it seems your friend got a little drunk last night and started a fight with the bartender. I had to escort him back to his room."

Jessica and Seth frowned at this, "Well I apologize for all of that. He's been having some problems lately but that's still no excuse for what he did."

"Well, maybe. Anyway, he's in room 203."

"Thanks Jacob." She and Seth proceeded to the hall and knocked on the door. There was no answer at first. Seth took a turn and knocked louder, "Glen, it's Seth Hazlitt, open the door!"

This must have gotten his attention because he came do the door, hair mussed, and clothes wrinkled. He let them in without a word and they noticed he must have been sleeping in his clothes.

Seth couldn't help but comment on the scene, "My God man, did you sleep in your clothes all night? And what's this talk about starting a fight in the bar?"

"Why are you even acting like you're concerned? You don't care about me, you made it pretty clear yesterday."

"You listen to me I will not…"

"Gentlemen let's not get into an argument," Jessica was always the peace maker. "I'll call room service and order up a pot of black coffee."

Jessica went to the phone while Glen sat at the foot of the bed, Seth looking down on him.

Seth began to soften his tone and looked down at the young man. "Why did you do this?"

"Do you even care? Yesterday I came to you because I wanted to know more about the man who's my real father. And you just shut me out, without talking to me or asking me questions. Do you know what it's like to find out the man who raised you wasn't your real father? How my own mother kept a secret like that from me?

Seth looked down at the ground, lips pouted in thought.

"I have problems, I admit that. But the way you treated me yesterday was cruel. Did you know my wife left me because I couldn't handle all this? We were married 30 years; we even have a daughter."

Seth looked up, to imagine he could have a granddaughter.

"I want to apologize, Glen, for the way I acted yesterday. But what you told me was a complete shock. I admit I handled it wrong, but you didn't fare any better given the current situation. Now, we need to sober you up."

Now it was Glen's turn to look down, his lips also pouted in thought. Jessica got off the phone and noticed this. It caught her off guard for a second, she knew whenever something was eating at Seth, he'd pout his lips. Could Glen really be Seth's son?

"The coffee should be right up. Glen, what happened last night?"

"Not much to say, I got a little drunk, got a little feisty and the manager dragged me back to my room. I never could handle my liquor," he gave out a small laugh.

"Glen you have questions and Seth has questions too. Maybe we can work together to find the answers," Jessica offered.

"I'd like that. You're right, there are a lot of questions I have…about my mother."

"I'll do all that I can," Seth remarked.