It's early…really early. The sun is just beginning to rise in the California sky, and Seth is pacing around his bedroom, packing his last few things into his bag for his trip to San Diego, and then Cabo San Lucas. There was a large black portfolio sitting on his bed next to his open duffle bag. The portfolio contained all the drawings, sketches, storyboards and artwork for the comic. Seth walked across the room, tripping on the corner of the playpen, which was still set up on the floor. He stumbled a few steps and then regained his balance as he approached his closet door, swinging it open and pulling out a few more t-shirts. He turned to move back to his bed, but a knock at the door distracted him. Seth moved the few steps towards the door and opened it, to reveal Summer standing out in the hallway.

Seth: You know…I'm going to start getting used to your little early morning visits.

Summer looked sideways at him and pushed past Seth, walking into his room. She looked around the room curiously, eyeing the playpen and array of toys.

Seth: Uh…I was babysitting…

Summer: Oh…

Seth: So, Summer…what can I do for you?

Summer: Are you ready to go?

Seth: Well not this instant, but Zach's coming by in half an hour, right?

Summer: Yeah…I told him to pick me up here.

Seth: Why?

Summer: I wanted to…

Summer shifted her weight awkwardly and glanced around the room.

Summer: …make sure you didn't forget Princess Sparkle.

Seth: Y'know, I'm beginning to think Princess Sparkle is code for something…I just don't know what.

Summer shot Seth a death glare, and he put his hands up in the air in front of him, a small smile creeping onto his face.

Summer: I made her a new cape…last minute costume change.

Seth: Fine. She's right here…

Seth looked towards his nightstand and at Captain Oats. His head tilted to the side for a second as he stared at the empty space next to him. Summer watched him, and could read his face.

Summer: Oh my God…where is Princess Sparkle?

Seth: She's around here somewhere. I've lost much bigger things than a plastic horse in the last two days.

Summer: What's that supposed to mean?

Seth: Nothing…

Seth looked around the room. Eventually he spotted one of Princess Sparkle's pink legs sticking out from under his bed.

Seth: …there she is.

He moved towards Summer and squatted down in front of her, snatching up the toy horse.

Summer: She was on the floor!

Seth: Calm down. She's fine. I let Sam play with her when she was in here…I forgot to pick her back up.

Summer examined Princess Sparkle, making sure there was nothing wrong with her. She reached into her large purse, slung over her shoulder and removed a black cape. She placed it around Princess Sparkle's neck and held her up, looking at the finished product.

Seth: She looks good.

Summer looked up to find Seth staring right at her.

Summer: Yeah…well I'll be um…I'll be downstairs when you're ready.

Seth nodded and Summer exited his room, leaving Seth dazed and confused, once again.

In the pool house, Marissa's eyes sprung open to the sound of a car door slamming shut. She raised her head and looked over Ryan's shoulder. The alarm clock on the nightstand beamed a bright red 6:47am. Marissa let out a silent groan, settling back into bed and laying her head on the pillow next to Ryan's. She lay there motionless for some time, watching him sleep. Ryan moved his head and mumbled something incoherently. Marissa giggled softly and inched towards Ryan placing a soft kiss on his lips. Ryan was pulled out of his slumber, immediately recognizing the pair of lips attached to his. Marissa smiled into the kiss as Ryan fully awoke and began to kiss her back. Ryan rolled Marissa over and pinned her to the bed. He reached behind him pulling the comforter over both their heads.

Ryan: Good morning.

Marissa smiled sweetly and craned her neck up, giving him another kiss in response.

Ryan: Very good morning.

The two smiled at each other again, and Ryan leaned in for yet another kiss. Afterwards, he let his body lay on Marissa's, positioning his head in the crook of her neck. Marissa lightly ran her fingers up and down Ryan's back and the two lay there silently for a few minutes.

Ryan: What time is it?

Marissa: Almost seven.

Ryan: Seven? That means it's time to go back to sleep…

Marissa laughed and moved her shoulder forward, causing Ryan to raise his head, and groggily open his eyes.

Marissa: I love you. You know that?

Ryan smiled and moved his head a little closer to Marissa's.

Ryan: I think we've had this conversation before.

Marissa: Yeah…

A bright smile appeared on Marissa's face.

Ryan: It's okay, though. Feel free to remind me whenever you like.

Marissa's head tilted backwards with laughter.

Marissa: I'll be sure to do that.

Ryan's smile had never ceased to fade and he laughed quietly, returning his head to the small space next to Marissa's neck. Ryan craned his head up for a moment and whispered in Marissa's ear.

Ryan: I love you too.

Marissa smiled yet again, and let her eyes close. She felt Ryan's steady breathing on her neck, and her whole body relaxed. Who couldn't use a few more hours sleep?

Zach was hauling the last of Summer's never ending luggage into the back of his families SUV. Summer sat in the passenger seat of the car and Seth stood in the doorway of the Cohen house, his black duffle bag sitting at his feet and his portfolio in his hand.

Sandy: You're sure you have everything.

Seth: Yeah.

Kirsten: I can't believe I'm letting you go…

Seth: Mom, don't worry…everything will be fine.

Kirsten: You call me when you get to San Diego. And then after your meeting…and then when you leave for Cabo, and when you get to Cabo…

Seth: (Interrupting) Mom…mom! I got it. I'll call…all the time.

Kirsten: Just be careful.

Sandy: Have some fun, though.

Kirsten: Why do I always have to be the bad cop?

Sandy: Aw, honey. Cause you're much better at it.

Kirsten rolled her eyes and Sandy smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him.

Sandy: Knock 'em dead at the meeting.

Seth nodded hesitantly, and Sandy leaned in towards Seth, whispering.

Sandy: Are you sure this is a good idea, you…and Zach and Summer?

Seth laughed and shook his head.

Seth: No, I'm really not so sure about anything. But look, we've got to get going. I'll call you later.

Hugs were exchanged between all of them and Seth picked up his bag walking to the back of Zach's SUV. He dumped his stuff into the back and walked to the back door.

Seth: Tell Ryan; I'll see him in a week.

Sandy: Will do. Have fun. Be safe.

Kirsten: Have a good time. Call home!

Seth nodded and got into the car. Zach quickly put it in gear and eased the car out of the driveway. Seth glanced back and forth between Zach and Summer who sat in the front two seats of the car. It was going to be an interesting week.