Ryan: What! When? Where did he go?
Marissa: He left the same night you did. He left notes for his parents and for Summer and took his boat. Nobody knows where he is, or where he's going.
Ryan shot up from the bed and started pacing around the room.
Ryan: This is all my fault.
Marissa: You can't blame yourself Ryan.
Ryan: He was so mad at me. I went up to his room before I left with Theresa to say goodbye to him, and he would barely speak to me.
Marissa: I can't believe Sandy and Kirsten didn't call and tell you.
Ryan: Me either.
Ryan stopped pacing and put his hands on his head, he looked like he was about to break down. Marissa stood up and walked behind him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Marissa: I'm sure he's okay.
Ryan turned around to face Marissa.
Ryan: Seth is the only person who…(pause)…from the second I met him, Seth treated me like a brother, he is my brother…he never judged me, he never thought any less of me…
Marissa: I know, he's going to be okay Ryan.
Ryan: Maybe…how's Summer doing?
Marissa: She's a wreck, she's convinced that something bad is going happen and she's never going to see him again.
Ryan: What about Sandy and Kirsten?
Marissa: I don't really know, I've only been over there once since you left. It's hard…it's hard for me to be there. But, Sandy seemed to be handling it well…or okay, Kirsten is of course worried, she was crying the whole time when I was there. I can't even imagine what they are going through they lost both of their son's in the course of two hours.
Ryan looked down at the floor and then back up at Marissa. In an instant Ryan backed away from Marissa and went over to the closet and grabbed his bag. He immediately started throwing clothes into it.
Marissa: What are you doing?
Ryan: I'm going back to Newport…for now.
Ryan continued grabbing clothes and stuffed them in the bag. Marissa stood watching Ryan pack, she didn't care why he was coming back to Newport, as long as he was going to be there, even if only for a couple days. Ryan zipped his bag up and walked over to the table and scribbled a note on a pad of paper for Theresa.
Ryan: Let's go.
Marissa: Uh…okay.