A little bit of time had passed and Marissa and Kirsten both remained in the kitchen with Samantha. Zach, Summer and Lindsay had left with Sandy and Seth, so they could be dropped off back at school, and get their cars to go home.

Marissa had barely said a word since she came into the house and told everybody Ryan was gone. Kirsten had been keeping an eye on her, and could tell that she was worried.

Kirsten: Ryan will be back.

Marissa: (Quietly) I know.

Kirsten: And, I'm sure he's fine…Sandy will find him.

Marissa seemed amused by Kirsten's last comment.

Marissa: I know Ryan can take care of himself, but I also know that if Ryan doesn't want to be found…nobody is going to find him.

Marissa locked eyes with Kirsten, and as much as Kirsten didn't want to admit it, she knew Marissa was right. Ryan was always independent, sometimes, a little too independent for his own good.

Sandy pulled the Range Rover into an almost empty Harbor parking lot, and stopped in the middle of the lot between, Lindsay and Zach's cars. Sandy put the car in park and turned to Zach, Summer and Lindsay, who were seated in the back.

Zach: Thanks for the ride Mr. Cohen.

Sandy: No problem, but before you guys leave…

Sandy looked at each of them in the back seat of the car.

Sandy: …I would appreciate it, and I'm sure Ryan would too, if you guys would keep this under wraps. At least for now…in this town…people are going to find out. But we also don't need it being the talk of the town tomorrow morning.

The three teens all nodded in the backseat, acknowledging that Sandy was right; and all silently agreeing to keep this a secret for now.

Sandy: Thank you.

Zach and Lindsay both opened their respective doors and slid out.

Lindsay: Bye.

Zach: See you tomorrow Cohen.

Seth: Bye guys.

Summer who was sitting in the middle of the backseat reached over placing a hand on the back of Seth's seat and in turn brushed his shoulder. Summer used Seth's chair and hoisted herself out of the Range Rover and shut the door behind her. Seth immediately rolled down his window as Summer and Zach were walking past him to Zach's car,

Seth: Bye Summer.

Summer turned towards Seth for just an instant and locked eyes with him, before turning towards Zach again, and allowing Zach to open her car door for her. Sandy put the Range Rover into gear and started to pull out of the parking lot. Seth watched Zach close Summer's door and walk around to the other side of his BMW, and hop in. Seth sighed to himself, now completely turned around in his seat so he could still get a view of Zach's car, as Sandy was driving him farther and farther away.

Seth: So where are we going?

Sandy: I don't know yet.

Seth: Awesome.

Back at the Cohen's, Marissa had retreated to the pool house, while Kirsten had gone to her bedroom to put Samantha down. Marissa walked aimlessly around the room, running her fingertips along the varied surfaces she passed as she walked. Eventually, she made her way towards the bed, and plopped down on it, sitting at the foot of the bed. Marissa propped her elbows on her knees and let her chin rest in the palm of her hands as she stared out into the Cohen's backyard. Marissa was calm, which was surprising, given the circumstances. She let out a deep breath and fell back on the bed, this time staring up at the ceiling.

About an hour had passed and Sandy and Seth had been driving up and down the same roads over and over again.

Seth: Dad, this is hopeless.

Sandy: Seth, if you had disappeared he would be out here looking for you.

Seth: Good job Dad; go with the guilt trip.

Sandy peered over at Seth out of the corner of his eye.

Seth: All I'm saying is that Ryan's going to come home when he's ready. We could drive around till the sun comes up and not find him.

Sandy let out a sigh as he realized his son was right; regardless Sandy tightened his grip on the steering wheel and focused intently on the road in front of him.

Ryan leaned back into the railing at the lifeguard stand. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, or what time he'd left the Cohen's. However, he was sure that they were all worried sick about him by now. Ryan stood up straight, tossing his unfinished cigarette to the side, and slowly walking down the sloped platform until he could feel the texture of the sand under his feet. Ryan let out a deep breath as he stared out at the ocean for one last second before turning and slowly walking his way back to the Cohen's house.

Ryan stopped at the foot of the Cohen driveway and immediately noticed that the Range Rover wasn't parked in its usual spot outside the house. There were lights on in the house, but Ryan didn't go through the front. He carefully walked around the side of the house and noticed the pool house was exactly as he'd left it. For a second Ryan pondered the thought of whether or not they knew he was gone. He made his way to the pool house door, noticing lights on in the main house, but not seeing any movement. Ryan slowly slid his hand over the door handle and opened the door quietly. Ryan stepped into the room, and immediately noticed a sleeping Marissa curled up on his bed. He smiled to himself as he quietly latched the door behind him, and slipped completely into the room. Ryan immediately moved towards the bed, laying down next to Marissa, careful not to wake her up. Ryan gently wrapped an arm around Marissa's waist, and nuzzled his head into her neck, taking in a deep breath; Ryan closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Sandy: How long has he been home?

Kirsten: I have no idea…

Sandy and Kirsten were standing in the doorway to the pool house looking in on a sleeping Ryan and Marissa.

Kirsten: …I came back here to check on Marissa, and I found them both asleep. That's when I called you.

Sandy: Let's leave them be, we can talk about everything tomorrow.

Kirsten nodded her head and turned away from the pool house, as Sandy shut the door, and followed Kirsten back into the house.