Chapter 3-

Seth and Summer lay in bed together, Summer wrapped in Seth's arms. They were asleep, they had been for the past few hours.

The phone rang and a naked Summer sat up in bed to answer it. "Oh my God," she cried. "The hospital? Okay." She hung up the phone and began to dress. She turned and looked at a soundly sleeping Seth. She had missed him. She had longed for him all this time. Now what would she do? Would she stay with Seth, her first true love, or would she leave him for the smart and witty Zach? Now was not the time to worry about that. Marissa was at Newport Hospital in a coma. She had to make sure she was okay.

When Julie glanced up, sitting in the lounge chair at the hospital, she saw Summer and Ryan. Ryan looked sad and weak. Maybe he really did love Marissa. Who knew? And then there was the horrified Summer. Summer must have called that evil bitch. But whatever. She didn't care. Just as long as her baby was okay–yeah, right. Caitlyn, her favorite daughter, sat beside her, bored to tears. She constantly asked Julie, "Can we go home now? How about now? What about now?" Julie had gotten tired of her and sent her to the vending machine. That had shut her up for a while.

"Where is she?" asked Ryan, who felt even more sick knowing that Marissa was alive and that he had killed Lindsay for nothing.

"In the room across from us. She has just woke up. She lost her memory. They said she forgot everything over the past eight months."

"So what? She thinks–she thinks we're still together?" asked Ryan.

"Apparently," sneered Julie. "She's been asking for you and her father. The doctor said she may never regain the memory from that time."

Ryan's heart and stomach seemed to flip over.

Sandy smiled at Rachel, doing his tie, and turned to open the door. She grabbed him around the neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Sandy."

And the bad thing was, Sandy thought he loved her too.

Seth woke up to find Summer sitting in her chair in the corner. "Hello, sexy," he sighed sleepily.

"Cohen, what are we going to do?"

He stood, wrapping the sheet around him and walked over towards her. She stood up and hugged him. "I love you, Cohen...it's just...I don't want to...I don't know..."

"Shh," he said. "Don't worry about it. At least for right now."

Ryan sat beside Marissa's bed. She seemed to be asleep, but then he felt someone touching his arm. He looked down at her and saw that she was awake. She leaned up to kiss him and he let her. "They said they found me on the beach. Do you know what happened?"

Ryan shook his head. He thought to himself: you fat-ass liar.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Lindsay never returned home. No one could find her anywhere. Only Ryan knew where she was, and he, of course, would never tell.