The following morning Ryan and Marissa lay in bed sleeping. Ryan shifted on the bed and slowly opened his eyes; the first thing he saw was Marissa, which made him smile. Ryan leaned over and gave her a kiss on her head and then lay his head back down on the pillow and tried to fall back asleep. A few minutes later, there was a loud knock on Ryan's door. Ryan, who hadn't completely fallen back to sleep, opened his eyes.
Sandy was standing outside of Ryan's room pounding on his door.
Sandy: (Through the door) Ryan! Wake up!
Sandy's yelling through the door woke Marissa up who looked over at Ryan.
Marissa: Um…this is not good.
Ryan: Quick, go in the bathroom.
Marissa jumped out of bed and ran over to the bathroom while Sandy was still pounding on the door. Ryan got out of bed and walked over to the door. He waited till Marissa was out of sight and then opened the door to his room.
Ryan: What's up Sandy?
Sandy: The police called, a guy matching Seth's description was seen this morning, if we get over there now we might catch him.
Ryan: Okay, give me five minutes to get ready; I'll meet you downstairs.
Sandy: That's fine; I'm going to go wake up Summer and Marissa.
Ryan: (Quickly) Oh that's okay, I'll do it.
Sandy gave Ryan a weird look and nodded his head and walked toward the elevator. Ryan stepped back and closed the door and took a deep breath. Marissa popped her head out of the bathroom.
Marissa: Are we clear?
Ryan: Yeah…Sandy said…
Marissa: I heard him, that's great.
Ryan: Yeah, I gotta get ready.
Marissa: Yeah, me too, I'll go wake up Summer.
Ryan: Thanks.
Marissa headed for the door, but Ryan turned and grabbed Marissa's arm and pulled her into a kiss. After a few seconds they let up, and Ryan let his forehead rest on Marissa's.
Ryan: Hi.
Marissa just smiled at him, after a few seconds she opened the door and stepped out into the hall and walked to her room. Ryan quickly got dressed and went downstairs to meet Sandy in the lobby.
Sandy and Kirsten were sitting in the lobby on the couch anxiously waiting to leave and find their son. Ryan walked out of the elevator and up to Sandy and Kirsten.
Kirsten: Morning Ryan.
Ryan: Morning.
Sandy: Where are the girls?
Ryan: They should be down soon.
A few minutes later, Marissa and Summer came walking out of the elevator and towards Sandy, Kirsten and Ryan.
Sandy: Come on, I've got a cab waiting outside.
The five of them quickly walked outside and pilled into the car. The cab took off and about ten minutes later they arrived in front of a small restaurant. Everybody got out of the car and immediately searched the area with their eyes.
Sandy: He was spotted around here.
Ryan: Maybe we should split up, meet back here in an hour.
Sandy: Sounds good.
Ryan, Marissa and Summer walked off in one direction while Sandy and Kirsten went the other way. After about half an hour of walking around the area where Seth, or at least somebody that looked like Seth had been seen, the three teens were beginning to lose hope.
Summer: Are we walking in circles?
Marissa: I don't think so.
Summer: I don't feel like we're getting anywhere.
Ryan had begun asking people in the area if anybody had seen a tall skinny kid with dark curly hair, but he wasn't having any luck. The three continued walking searching the area with their eyes desperately. Summer was walking in front of Ryan and Marissa.
Ryan: (Turning towards Marissa) This is beginning to feel hopeless.
Marissa: I know. It must be horrible for Summer.
Ryan: What about Sandy and Kirsten, they are going through hell.
Marissa: Yeah.
Suddenly they looked up and saw Summer who had stopped dead in her tracks.
Marissa: What's wrong Sum?
Marissa looked at Summer who had a tear running down her cheek, she didn't respond to Marissa, she kept staring off into the distance. Marissa followed her look and realized she was staring at Seth.
Seth was standing with his back to them with a tall blonde on his arm. Seth turned towards the tall blonde and said something to her, they both laughed and then Seth leaned in and gave the tall blonde a big hug.
Summer: Oh my God.