The doorbell rang and Ryan went over to answer it. He knew that it was Theresa dropping off Matthew for the weekend. Even though this had been going on for sometime, he still did not feel the connection to the kid that he thought a father should have with his child. It was not that Ryan was not trying because he was. Maybe it was the fact that he was not present when the baby was born, or maybe it was the fact that he still did not know for certain that the baby was his. Theresa had always been honest with him, but there was no concrete evidence about this.

Ryan opened the door and said, "Hi, Theresa."

"Hey, Ryan. How are you?" she asked, just to be polite.

"I'm fine. Actually, I was wondering if we could talk for a minute," Ryan suggested.

"I'm in kind of a rush, actually," Theresa replied.

"Well, I think you can wait a minute," Ryan retorted.

"Fine," Theresa shrugged. She seemed slightly annoyed. "What is it?"

"I want a DNA test done," Ryan blurted out.

Theresa looked at him in shock. She did not know what to think. Did Ryan know her secret, or did he want this test blindly not knowing. She replied, "You want a DNA test?"

"Yeah, I do. Look, I know that you have told me time and time again that Matthew is my son, but if I'm going to be paying this much money for eighteen years - I deserve to know that he really is my son," Ryan explained.

Theresa sighed, and said, "Let me think about it. We'll talk about it more on Sunday when I come to get him."

"Fine," Ryan replied. "I'll see you then." Slightly pissed off, he took the baby things from her, and closed the door behind her. Ryan could not understand that if she was so sure that the baby was his, then why would she object to a DNA test. He set the things down in the kitchen on the counter with the baby still in his seat. It was there that he found Seth sitting at the island.

"Hey, Man, what's up?" Ryan asked.

"Dude, you're not going to believe what I witnessed today," Seth began.

"Oh, yeah, what's that?" Ryan wondered. He went into the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of orange juice.

"Well, after school, while I was helping Summer out with her drama thing," Seth began.

"Summer does drama?" Ryan asked. "Since when?"

"Her dad thought it might be nice to have at least one extracurricular activity on her transcript, seeing as how it's senior year, and she doesn't have any," Seth explained. "But anyway, I was there helping her out - they need people to like assemble sets and stuff. You know, big burly men."

"Uh-huh..." Ryan said.

"Well, anyway, I was getting some 2x4's out of the back room, when I saw them," Seth smiled.

"Saw who, Man?" Ryan probed.

"Dean Hess and Taylor Townsend," Seth replied.

Ryan slowly put down the orange juice and looked at Seth, and replied, "What?"

Seth nodded and smiled. He said, "Yep, Man, I'm not kidding - Dean Hess and Taylor Townsend were going at it in the back room of the auditorium."

"Well, did you get evidence?" Ryan wanted to know.

"Nothing concrete, if that's what you mean, but I have some lovely memories of what I saw," Seth answered.

"Dude, you gotta get evidence of this. Do you know what this could mean? Marissa could go back to Harbor!" Ryan exclaimed. "Have you told anyone else about this?"

"No, not even Summer, yet," Seth replied.

"Good keep it that way. I'll tell Marissa, and we'll go from there, how about that?" Ryan suggested.

"Sounds good, Man, but if I might ask? Are we going under the cover of darkness to uncover evil deeds again?" Seth asked.

Ryan glared at him. He was estatic and could not believe what he was hearing. If Seth could get evidence of this affair, then it was possible for Marissa to go back to Harbor.

"All right, just wondering," Seth said.