Ryan stared blankly at him. "Hi," Ryan managed to get out.

Kirsten and Sandy came in. "Who is it Ryan?"

Kirsten saw Seth standing at the door.

"My God Sandy. Is it really him?" Kirsten asked.

"Hi mom. Hi dad," he said. Kirsten pulled him into a hug, and Seth returned it. Kirsten took a step back and looked at her son. He was muscular (probably from pulling the strings on the boat, she thought) His Jew-fro was still there and he sounded a little different.

"Well. Never thought I would see you again," Sandy said.

Seth looked down on the floor. "I've been busy."

Sandy exploded. "YOU WERE SO BUSY IN TAHITI THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO CALL US, WRITE TO US, OR GIVE US ANY INDICATION THAT YOU WERE ALIVE??"

"I'M SORRY!" Seth said. He started to cry. "I was going to call. But I couldn't because if I called, I would feel guilty while I listened to mom begging me to come home. I wanted to accomplish something in Tahiti."

Kirsten looked at him again. "Come inside," she said. "Tell us your story."

They went into the den where Kirsten, Sandy and Ryan sat before. Seth took a deep breath and started to tell his story.

A/N: I know it's still short, but the next chapter is going to be a flashback of the major details in Tahiti!