Ryan and Marissa pulled up the long Cohen driveway and parked outside the house. Ryan grabbed Marissa's bag and the two made their way around the back of the house and entered the pool house, to find unexpected company.

Seth: Where have you two been all day?

Ryan: What are you doing in my room?

Seth: Since when do you answer a question with another question?

Ryan: What?

Seth: I asked you a question, then you're answer was no kind of a real answer because it was simply another –

Summer: Cohen, just shut up.

Seth shot a look at Summer which she smiled at and then turned her attention towards Marissa.

Marissa: Hey Sum, what's up?

Summer: Ugh…nothing! I'm so bored.

Ryan had made his way towards one of the chairs since Summer and Seth were consuming his bed, Marissa walked over to him and sat down on his lap.

Summer: God, look at you two…you can't keep your hands off each other.

Seth: Maybe we should leave them alone.

Summer: I thought we were going to do something.

Seth: Well, they're going to do something, but we are apparently going to go play some play station.

Seth gets up from the bed and walks towards the door. Summer watches him, and then reluctantly gets up and starts walking towards the door.

Summer: Do you see what my life has been degraded to? I used to shop and go to the beach and talk about boys…now, I play video games…

Ryan and Marissa kind of quietly laughed to themselves as Summer exited the pool house and caught up with Seth. In the pool house, Ryan lay his head on Marissa's back, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Marissa leaned back into him and the two sat in silence for a little while.

Ryan: Do you realize that Seth and Summer left and we didn't even have to say anything.

Marissa: Yeah I noticed that.

Ryan: So you're not spending the night at Summer's are you?

Marissa looked over at Ryan and smiled.

Marissa: What do you think?

Ryan smirked and leaned up and kissed Marissa, Marissa of course welcomed his kisses and the two spent the rest of the afternoon and the evening with each other, never leaving the pool house. Meanwhile upstairs in the Cohen house, Sandy and Kirsten are sitting in their bedroom.

Kirsten: So you're telling me there's nothing we can do?

Sandy: I'm sorry honey, but I don't know what to tell you. Your father is in pretty deep. I mean, you and I could pay his bail, but he's just going to have to go back later, no judge is going to let him off. Not with his history.

Kirsten: What about Newport Group, what about me…what about my job?

Sandy: Well I guess we'll have to talk to Caleb, and his lawyers, but short of him selling the place…I think it's yours now. Your side of the business wasn't shady, it was by the book, and Caleb has told them numerous times that you knew nothing about any of this.

Kirsten became very quiet and Sandy, who had been standing made his way towards his wife and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her.

Sandy: It's going to be okay, honey, you can handle it.

Kirsten: It's not that.

Sandy: Then what is it?

Kirsten: The whole summer, this is all just too much.

Kirsten lay her head on Sandy's shoulder and started to cry.

Kirsten: I need to get out of here…let's go away for the weekend…or go on some cruise, or anything.

Sandy: What about your dad…what about the kids?

Kirsten: The kids can take care of themselves for a couple days…and my dad, well, you said there was nothing else we can do.

Sandy: But…

Kirsten: Please Sandy.

Sandy: Okay, I'll see what I can do tomorrow.

Kirsten: Thank you.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, and very late into the night, Julie had fallen asleep on her couch in the living room. There was a half empty bottle of open wine and a box of Kleenex sitting on the coffee table in front of her; and you could hear the sounds of Bob Segar blasting half a block away. Suddenly a tall a broad figure slowly opened the front door and peaked his head into the house. He immediately noticed Julie sleeping on the couch and quietly closed the door and made his way towards her. He stood over her for a few seconds taking in the sight of her once again. He noticed she had been crying, her mascara was running and blotchy and her face was flushed, although that might have been from all the wine she drank. He slowly leaned down and brushed her hair out of her face.

Male: (Whispering) Julie…wake up.

Julie stirred slightly and then nuzzled her head back down in the pillow. He laughed quietly, but apparently not quietly enough. Julie cracked one eye open and gasped.

Julie: Luke?