The next day, early in the morning, the doorbell rang. Several times. Sandy, Seth, Ryan and the baby were all asleep. The person kept ringing the doorbell until he got some sort of response. He saw both cars in the driveway and figured that someone must have been home. Finally, Sandy got up and went over to answer the front door. He seemed slightly ticked off that someone would have the audacity to ring his doorbell repeatedly at such an early hour. He opened the door and found a man standing there. He was not tall. On the short side, actually. He had blonde hair, and did not appear refined in any sense of the word.

"Hello, can I help you?" Sandy asked, standing there in his pajamas and his bathrobe. He appeared to be upset.

"Uh... Mr. Cohen, is it? I'm here to see my son, Ryan," the man explained.

Sandy looked somewhat surprised. He knew that Ryan's father was getting out of prison, but he was surprised at the fact that he had taken the time to find Ryan. He replied, "Ryan's here, but I think he's asleep. Come in."

John Atwood followed Sandy into his kitchen and said, "Wow, Ry really did well for himself."

Sandy retorted, "Well, he's in a better living situation anyway. I'll go get him up."

"No, It's fine - really. I don't want you to wake him up. I just wanted to know how he was doing, I mean, with everything that's happened to him this summer," John said. "And I want him to know that I do plan to do everything in my power to get that son-of-a-bitch girl who shot his brother behind bars."

"What do you know about Trey's shooting?" Sandy asked. He went over to the refrigerator and got some orange juice out. He poured himself and Mr. Atwood a glass.

"I know that some girl shot Ryan's brother and that he almost died. That's what I know," John answered.

"Did you know that Trey tried to rape the girl who shot him, Marissa Cooper? Did you know Ryan started the fight with Trey that night? Did you know that if Marissa had not shot then, Trey would have killed Ryan? And did you know that Marissa Cooper is Ryan's girlfriend?" Sandy retorted.

John took in the information and replied, "I knew that Trey tried to rape that girl, but come on - that's trivial - she tried to kill him. Trey would never kill Ryan. Ryan's his brother."

"Clearly you haven't been around your kids lately," Sandy said. "Listen, I'm telling you. Please don't press charges. The Coopers are having a hard enough time as it is, and I don't think Ryan would ever forgive you if you did."

He didn't say anything. John just went on drinking his coffee. Then, Ryan walked into the kitchen with the Matthew in his arms. He saw Sandy standing at the island. Ryan could not tell who the other person was.

"Hey, he will just not stop crying," Ryan said, referring to Matthew. "Do you know what to do? I changed his diaper."

"Have you fed him yet?" Sandy wondered.

"No, that's a good idea. I'll get the milk out," Ryan replied. He set Matthew in his baby carrier on the kitchen table, and went over to the fridge. He got the milk out, and as Ryan was closing the refrigerator, he saw him - his father.

"Hi, Ryan," John said.

"Dad. What are you doing here?" Ryan asked.

"I just got out a couple of days ago, and I heard from your mother how nice you had it down here, and I had to see it for myself," his father explained. He didn't say anything about pressing charges with the shooting.

"Well, I'm fine, Dad," Ryan answered, "Really."

"I can see that," his father said. He looked over at Matthew. "Is that your son?"

Ryan glared back at his father, and answered, "It's complicated."

"You're seventeen, and you have a son. I can see that it's complicated," John replied.

"Oh, come on, Dad. Don't preach to me. You and Mom were sixteen when you had Trey!" Ryan yelled.

"Fine, I wont. Anyway, I should probably go. I just wanted to see how you were doing, Ryan," his father said. He got up out of his seat, and began to walk towards the door. Sandy walked behind him to let him out.

Finally, Sandy cut to the chase and asked, "Are you planning to try and take Ryan away from us?"

When they got to the door, John turned around and said, "No. I don't want to take him away from you. I saw the look on his face when he saw me. Ryan doesn't really know me, or want me anymore. He's happier here with you. I just hope that you do a better job with him that Dawn or I ever could with him and Trey."

"Thanks," Sandy replied. "One more thing. Do you still plan to press charges on Marissa Cooper?"

"I'm not sure. I know Trey could do some stupid things, but he was my son, and he deserved to die with dignity."