It was nearly 10:15 when Sandy showed up to Julie's house. When he walked up to the front door, he thought it was strange that he would never see Caleb Nichol again. A man he despised and loathed, but yet at the same time, a man whom he liked and cared about. Things had become a lot different in recent weeks, as everyone knew.

Sandy rang the door bell. He could hear someone coming to the door, although he did not know who. Jimmy opened the door for Sandy. They exchanged greetings, and he motioned for Sandy to come inside the house. Jimmy explained to Sandy that Kaitlin and Julie were out of the house that morning, so they could have the most privacy possible, while still being in the idyllic setting of their own home. They walked into the kitchen to find Marissa drinking a glass of orange juice. She smiled and said "hello" to Sandy, and her father. It appeared that she had not gotten out of bed long ago. Her hair was still messy, and her clothes were just sweat clothes. She went to sit down at the table, when Sandy told them what was going on.

"How you doin', Marissa?" Sandy asked quickly before getting to his point.

"I'm fine, so what did you want to talk about?" Marissa replied, getting to the point.

"The reason why I was late is that I got a call from the D.A. He wants to see us," Sandy answered.

"What does that mean?" Jimmy asked. He slowly sat down at the table, next to Marissa. He tried to support and be there for his daughter as much as possible these days.

"Well, it means that we have to go down to the police station to see him," Sandy explained. He looked at his watch, and then looked back at Jimmy and Marissa. "And he is expecting us at 10:45, this morning."

"What?" Jimmy and Marissa said, in unison. They did not realize that they would be facing Trey's lawyers so soon. Marissa became engulfed with fear. She did not know what was going to happen to her, or what could happen to her. She felt as if she were being led around in the dark every step of the way. Jimmy became slightly frantic, as well. He did not want to lose his daughter.

Marissa went upstairs to her bedroom. She wanted to make herself seem presentable, without seeming conceited or too wealthy. She chose a dark blue skirt with a white button down shirt. The outfit seemed appropriate for the occasion. Professional, but simple. She put on some black mary-jane's, then went and sat down at her vanity to put on her make-up. She wanted to look presentable. She put on, foundation, make-up under the eyes to cover up her dark circles, some light eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, and lipstick. With that she knew she was ready to go. Although it may have seemed superficial to others, she felt more complete with the make-up on her face. She felt as if it helped to make her more of a whole person. Superficially, Marissa felt that the make-up helped to conceal her imperfections - not beauty - but within herself.

Finally, she went downstairs to meet her father and Sandy. Both men were now dressed in suits. Sandy was dressed in a black suit, while her father was dressed in a blue suit. They all went out the front door, and got into Sandy's black BMW and drove to the Newport Beach Police Station. The car ride was fairly silent. Marissa sat in the back while her father and Sandy sat up front. The drive from her house to the police station was only a matter of about five minutes. Sandy parked the car, and the three of them got out and went inside the building. Sandy went up to the receptionist and told them who they were there to see. Once he told her, they walked down the corridor to the same interrogation room that Marissa had been in while they were holding her. Marissa began to get goose bumps. She did not want to go back into that room - not again. The three of them went in and sat down across from a man. He did not appear threatening, which relieved Marissa and her father to an extent.

"Mr. Cohen. Miss Cooper... and you are?" he asked of Jimmy.

"I'm James Cooper, Marissa's father," Jimmy replied. He made sure to use his real name, in case they needed it later.

"All right. My name is Chris Caldwell, I'm the D.A. who is representing Trey Atwood," the attorney explained. "Now as far as I can see, Marissa has a clean record, good grades, and an assortment of extracurricular activities, so I don't really understand the reasoning behind this... but anyway, I'm going to need statements from everyone that was there that night, starting with you, Marissa."

She gulped. Marissa did not want to say anything that would incriminate herself, but as Sandy had said in the past, lying is a federal offensive. She took a deep breath, and began to speak, "Do you just want the events of that night, or the events leading up to what took place that night?"

"Both," the attorney replied. "It gives me a better understanding of how to proceed."

Marissa sighed, and began to tell the District Attorney everything. She started with Trey's release from jail, and how she had met him once before, while he was in prison. She told him about how he had been staying with the Cohens, and how the crystal ball was stolen during the charity event by Trey, Trey's apartment, Jess Sathers, how Trey attacked her, and how Ryan - Trey's younger brother, and her boyfriend - found out about the attack. Finally, she told him about her role in the events of that fateful night, and how if she had not shot Trey - he would have killed Ryan.

The district attorney seemed slightly shocked. He asked more about the Cohens - their home address, and the people who lived in the household. He also asked about who was there to witness what had happened that night. Marissa told him everything. Sandy assured her that the best way to help herself was to tell everything. They sat talking to the district attorney for an hour and a half, hoping that each statement that Marissa made would help to exonerate her from the crime.