Ryan awoke again after hearing Teresa emptying the contents of her stomach onto the side of the road.
"You okay?" He asked as she got back in, wiping her mouth and sniffling.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Let me drive," Ryan said, his voice hoarse. He got out and went around to the driver's side, opening the door for Teresa.
"Okay. But I think I'll just…lie down in the back," she said, getting up and steadying herself by holding onto Ryan's forearm.
"Sure," he said, getting in, "just tell me if you, uh…need anything." Teresa just moaned a 'mmmhmm' from the back as they drove off.
Marissa coughed and turned, rolling off the Cohen's couch onto the floor, hitting her head on the coffee table.
"Marissa, honey!" Kirsten yelled, running into the room and kneeling over her. "Marissa, are you okay?"
"Mmmm," Marissa groaned, covering her ears. "The noise, stop the noise."
"Oh. Okay," Kirsten whispered, ushering her back onto the couch, until Marissa pushed her away to run into the bathroom. Kirsten just sighed.
Seth brushed a shaking hand through his hair. He walked to the back of the boat and lifted the rope that had once tied it to the dock.
"That's just not nice," he said to no one in particular, furrowing his brow. "A guy ties his boat up, expecting it to be fine for the night, next morning he's halfway to Antarctica." He sat down, sighing. "I'm talking to the fish again," he continued, rubbing his face with his hands.
Summer sat in her room, looking at her cell phone. 'He'll call. Eventually. Cohen has to call,' she thought. A tear rolled down her cheek and she coughed, trying to cover it up. Then she remembered that she was alone, as always, so she let all of her tears out.
Ryan looked in the rearview mirror as he pulled into Teresa's driveway. She was asleep, curled into the corner against the door. Ryan got out and slowly opened her door, so as not to disturb her. He gently lifted Teresa in his arms and carried her into the house. As he was laying her on the bed, Teresa mumbled something barely audible in her sleep. Ryan just shrugged it off and covered her with the blanket, then lay on the other side of the bed. She said it again. 'Eddie,' Ryan thought it sounded like. Or was it 'baby'? She repeated it again, twice this time, and Ryan's questions were immediately answered.
"Marissa," Kirsten said softly, "you have a visitor." Marissa kept her eyes closed and shook her head.
"Please don't tell me it's my mother."
"Wouldn't that be the hangover from hell," Summer said from behind her, laughing. "Actually, I considered bringing Julie with me, but I figured you've suffered enough already."
"You weren't far off," Marissa replied, getting up slowly. "So… any parties tonight?"
"Not unless you count the one between you and the big white telephone," Summer replied, a little to perky.
"Well, I guess I'll get going, then," Marissa said, walking towards the door.
"Oh no, young lady," Kirsten started, blocking the door, "you're not going anywhere."
"Why?" Marissa shrugged.
"Do you even know how you got here?"
Seth looked at his map. If only somebody had gotten him that GPS system. He tried radioing the coast guard; no one answered. Then Seth remembered his cell phone; his lifeline. He immediately called Summer.
"Hello?'
"Summer!" A sigh was heard from both ends of the call. "It's good to hear you."
"Seth? Cohen!" She nearly fell to the floor in the Cohen's living room. "It's…good to… hear you, too." She swallowed her tears. "Where are you?"
"Yeah, about that," he replied, scratching his head and squinting. "'m kinda…lost."
"Lost?! Cohen, how did you get lost?!"
"It's a…a long story, actually." At this, Kirsten heard, and rightfully began to freak out.
"My baby?" She ran over to Summer. "Give me my baby!" She snatched the phone away from Summer, breathing quickly. "Seth, are you okay? What? What!…. We'll find you, don't worry. Okay. Be careful. I love you. Bye." She looked at Summer, then at the door. In light of recent events, no one had noticed Marissa slip out of the house.