Ryan walked into the police station that lunch time not feeling anything at all. He was beginning to forget how many times he had been to a police station for something or another. The many times his mother was placed in the "drunk tank", when his father was arrested for armed robbery, when his brother had been arrested several times in the past, and when he himself had been arrested. It was beginning to feel almost slightly routine.

He walked over to the front desk, and told the receptionist that he was there to see District Attorney Chris Caldwell. She glanced at him, and looked back at her appointment book. The receptionist was middle-aged. She had brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing about her stood out. She was ordinary, like everyone else. She looked back at Ryan and told him to go down the hall, and go in the room, which was the first door on his left. He thanked her, and walked down to the room where the district attorney was meeting him.

Ryan looked through the window first before entering the room. He did not know the man, but he appeared to be personable. Ryan took a deep breath, and walked through the door. The man stood up from his seat when Ryan entered the room. They exchanged greetings and shook hands. The district attorney sat down on one side of the table, and Ryan sat down on the other.

"I'm sorry about your brother," the district attorney began.

"Thanks," Ryan replied. He looked at the man for a second, and then looked back down, "We weren't that close."

"As I have come to understand. You understand why I need to talk to everyone who was there that night, don't you, Ryan?" He asked. Ryan nodded - he knew it was because his brother was dead. This man needed to understand what happened - without the person he was representing.

"Now as I see here, you are living with Sanford and Kirsten Cohen, and you have been living with them since the summer of... 2003, I'm correct with this statement, am I not?" he asked. Ryan, again nodded. "Your grades over the past two years are considerably higher than they were in the past - good for you! You have been in no substantial trouble of any kind since the Cohens' have gotten guardianship of you, I mean, aside from a couple of detentions. Now down to the meat of this - what happened the night your brother was shot?"

Ryan sighed. He knew that the district attorney had already spoken with several people. He did not want to tell him that he initiated the fight with Trey; however, Ryan figured that the district attorney already knew as much, from talking with others. "That night," Ryan started, but then paused. "That night, Seth, the Cohens' son told me about what happened between Marissa Cooper and Trey when we were in Miami. When Seth told me, I couldn't believe it. I mean, I knew Trey had done some things wrong in his life, but assault - attempted rape? It was a lot to take in."

"Now before we go any further, I want to clear some things up," the district attorney explained. Ryan nodded. "How did Seth find out about this?"

"Uh... his girlfriend, Summer Roberts, is Marissa's best friend. Marissa told Summer about what happened, and then she told Seth, who told me," Ryan answered truthfully.

"Now, Marissa Cooper, is she your friend, girlfriend, cousin...?" the district attorney questioned.

"She was my girlfriend at the time. We're just friends now," Ryan told him. He reached over for a glass of water from the water pitcher.

"All right, continue," he directed Ryan.

Ryan finished drinking the water, and continued, "After it processed, I went to see Trey - "

"Were you upset?" the district attorney inquired.

"Yeah, I guess," Ryan shrugged. "I confronted Trey about what happened. He said that he was drunk and high that night, and that he wasn't thinking. I guess I wasn't either because the next thing I knew, I was pushing Trey against the wall."

"So you initiated the fight?" he asked.

Ryan nodded. He did not want to lie, but he knew that this would incriminate himself. He replied, "Yeah, I started it, but soon he was getting the better of me. He had me down on the ground, and had pulled the telephone out of the wall, and was going to smash my head in. That's when Marissa came in. There was a gun that Trey had from the previous day. He was involved in some drug thing that went down at the Bait Shop, and that is what Marissa used to stop Trey."

The district attorney looked at him. He closed his folder, and said, "Well, thank you, Ryan, for coming in to speak with me today. I will be in touch if I need anything else."

Ryan shook his hand and left the building, and went back to school.