There was a cold layer of dew covering Newport Beach when Sandy awoke early the next morning. He opened his eyes and carefully rolled out of bed as to not wake Kirsten. Sandy stood up and stretched, then made his way towards the window to look at the surf. Sandy smiled as he saw the waves crashing onto the sand, and made his way towards the bathroom to change into his board shorts. Sandy emerged a few seconds later and quietly slipped out of the bedroom, heading downstairs to grab his surfboard and go down to the beach.
About two hours later, Sandy had let the ocean waves throw him around one too many times, and now sat on the shore of the beach staring towards the ocean. He reflected on everything that had happened, trying to somehow get a hold on what was going on around him. After a little while, he stood up, surfboard clutched in his hand, and started walking back up the beach towards the house.
Sandy picked up the newspaper as he walked up the driveway, and carefully propped his surfboard up outside before walking into his house. Sandy went straight into the kitchen, and began to brew a pot of coffee before settling on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and scanning the newspaper. Sandy flipped through the newspaper and spotted a small article about Caleb's trial and started reading it. A few minutes later, Kirsten entered the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day.
Kirsten: Good morning.
Sandy: Morning honey.
Kirsten walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup before walking over to Sandy and giving him a good morning kiss. Sandy returned her kiss and smiled.
Kirsten: Anything interesting in the paper?
Sandy: Not really.
Sandy quickly folded the paper up and plopped it on the kitchen counter before getting up and pouring himself a cup of coffee. Kirsten took Sandy's seat at the island while Sandy leaned against the kitchen counter.
Kirsten: How was the surf this morning?
Sandy: (Smiling) It was great.
Kirsten: Good.
There was silence in the room for a little while as both sipped their coffees.
Sandy: I didn't think you were planning on going to work today.
Kirsten: Neither did I, but I should make an appearance. I guess the company's mine now, and …
As soon as Kirsten said this Sandy began thinking about the Detective Ryan had told him about the night before; unfortunately Kirsten was still talking. It didn't take long for her to realize that her husband was off in his own world, and had no idea what she was saying.
Kirsten: Sandy…Sandy, are you okay?
Sandy: Huh?
Kirsten: We were talking.
Sandy: Sorry, I was just thinking…
Kirsten: I'd say you were deep in thought.
Kirsten was eyeing Sandy but he wasn't saying anything.
Kirsten: Okay, well I better go to work.
Kirsten stood up and Sandy walked over to her and gave her a short kiss.
Sandy: Have a good day.
Kirsten smiled.
Kirsten: See you tonight, love you.
Sandy: Love you too.
With that Kirsten headed out the door and Sandy opened the paper back up and began to read the article about Caleb's case. About an hour had gone by and Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table with the phone held up to his ear.
Sandy: (On phone) Yes I understand, but could you just tell me when the Detective might be back at the station….well do you have another number I can reach him at?
Sandy began scribbling a number on a sheet of paper he had in front of him.
Sandy: (On phone) Yes, thank you.
Sandy hung up the phone and slid it down across the table.
Sandy: Useless.
Seth: Talking to yourself now, dad?
Sandy looked up startled as his son walked through the kitchen.
Sandy: Morning Seth.
Seth: Who is useless?
Sandy: Oh, I'm just trying to get a hold of someone and nobody seems to know where he is.
Seth: Oh…hey, so anyway, I'm supposed to meet Summer, is it okay if I take the car?
Sandy: Yeah, you'll have to take mine though.
Sandy reached in his pocket and handed him the keys.
Seth: Where's the Rover?
Sandy: You're mom took it to work.
Seth: Okay, well I'll be back later. See ya dad.
Sandy: Bye Seth.
Seth turned and walked out of the kitchen and Sandy immediately went back to what he was doing. Meanwhile, out in the pool house, Ryan and Marissa are cuddled up in bed still asleep. The sun was beginning to shine in through the pool house windows as Ryan slowly opened his eyes. He squinted hard and then opened his eyes wide taking in the sight of a peacefully sleeping Marissa laying in his arms beside him. A smile crept up on Ryan's face as he pulled Marissa closer to him and nuzzled his head back down on the pillow next to hers. Ryan's movement awoke Marissa and her eyes fluttered open. Marissa yawned and turned her head towards Ryan.
Marissa: Morning.
Ryan just smiled and leaned in and softly kissed Marissa. The two lay in bed together for a little while, neither of them wanting to get up. After about half an hour of morning pillow chatter and make out sessions, Marissa got out of bed and retreated to the bathroom to change back into her clothes from the previous day. When she emerged Ryan was sitting up in bed, Marissa made her way towards the bed and sat down on Ryan's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down and kissed him. After a few seconds she broke the kiss and pulled back slightly.
Marissa: I should go.
Ryan groaned a little bit.
Ryan: That wasn't what I wanted to hear.
Marissa: (Smiling) Sorry.
Ryan smiled and leaned up and kissed her again.
Ryan: Come back later?
Marissa: Yeah.
Marissa stood up and Ryan stood up with her.
Ryan: I'll walk you out.
Marissa nodded as Ryan took her hand and the two exited the pool house and started walking around the side of the house towards the driveway. Suddenly Marissa stopped as she looked in the driveway.
Ryan: What's up?
Marissa: That's my mother's car.
Ryan: What's she doing here?
Marissa: I don't know.
Back in the house, Sandy was walking through the living room when he heard a knock at the door. Sandy walked to the door and opened it, only to wish he hadn't. Sandy took a step back as Julie strolled into the house.
Sandy: Julie, what are you doing here?
Julie: Sandy, I believe you and I have a few things to discuss.