As scene three starts, Sandy is sitting in the LA diner waiting for Ryan and Marissa to arrive. They are slightly late, but he is just working on paperwork until they get there. He has not ordered yet, but does have a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. Music is playing in the background of the diner softly. The song should be They Might Be Giants' "Ana Ng". After a moment, they walk in, but Sandy does not notice that Ryan and Marissa have just slipped inside and are trying to make themselves presentable. Ryan is quickly tucking in his shirt and running his hands through his hair before he notices that Marissa's hair needs more attention, so he starts to straighten it for her while she organizes her clothes and re-buttons a few buttons on her shirt because she missed one. By the time they reach the booth, they look somewhat presentable but it is apparent why they were running late. Ryan clears his throat to get Sandy's attention, and when Sandy looks up, he instantly smirks at them. Putting his work aside, he crosses his arms in a smug manner in front of his chest waiting for an explanation.

Ryan: So, we're sorry we're late….um, you know, finals and all keep you up at night.

Marissa: Yeah, we had a lot of studying to do last night. (She glances sideways at Ryan and smirks at him while she ducks her head acting as if she was tucking her hair behind her ear.)

Sandy: (He laughs softly to himself and in a joking tone, speaks.) Wish I could say the same thing! (Ryan blushes slightly which just makes Sandy laugh harder, but Marissa laughs with him. When the guys hear her laughing, they turn to her. She smiles sheepishly at them to explain her lack of concern for Sandy discussing his sex life with them.)

Marissa: What?

Ryan: (He tries to speak under his breath but Sandy can hear him.) Marissa, do you not get what he was saying?

Marissa: Yeah, and it was funny, well probably not for Sandy, but I thought it was funny. Why? (Ryan just looks at her flabbergasted.)

Sandy: Well at least I can still embarrass one of my kids. (He smiles widely at them, and when Marissa and Ryan hear what he said, they turn to face him with shocked yet happy looks on their faces. Finally Sandy realizes what he said and he starts to stutter while trying to explain what he said. As he talks, he runs his hand through his hair and messes with his papers while avoiding their eye contact.) I um…well you two are kind of a packaged deal these days, and, well, it seems as if we've known you our whole lives and well….we thought, Kirsten and I, that eventually…..you two will, you know, but if you don't like what I said or if I made you uncomfortable, just forget it. It was a slip of the tongue, honestly, and it's not as if I think of you guys as brother and sister… (Marissa and Ryan exchange slightly cautious glances with each other but Sandy continues quickly after saying that so they return their gaze to him.) Trust me, we know you two are far from that type of relationship as evidenced by the lipstick marks on Ryan's collar and the hickey on Marissa's neck,…nice work by the way, that one's a keeper! (Marissa turns and glares at Ryan as she starts to trace her fingers on her neck while trying to find where it is. As Ryan watches her feel for the mark, he looks over at Sandy who is aimlessly rummaging through his briefcase, so he leans over and softly kisses where the hickey is. She playfully pushes him off of her and moves her hand to where his lips once were.) Anyway, I just meant that we care about you Marissa, you're like a sister to Zoe and Seth and a daughter, soon to be daughter in law someday, not meaning to rush you here Ryan, but it seems pretty inevitable now, and well….you're family like I said before. Plus, I always consider people your age kids. True, I don't always allude to them being mine…. (Marissa, feeling sorry for him, reaches across the table and takes his hand in hers and squeezes it. Ryan is slightly surprised by her reaction but is pleased to see it nonetheless and smiles at her, while Sandy's head pops up and he stares at her while she talks, slowly letting a smile light up his face.)

Marissa: Sandy, it's okay, I understand. You just took us by surprise, that's all. There is no reason to apologize or make up excuses, because since the day I met you, you've treated me more like daughter than my own father did for twenty one years of my life. I'm honored that you think of me that way. (Ryan takes her other hand which is laying in her lap and pulls it to him and kisses it before letting it fall back down on her lap, but he never lets go of it.)

Ryan: And I can guarantee you that someday she will be your daughter in law. (Sandy and Marissa both turn their gazes to Ryan. Sandy looks surprised that he admitted that to him, while Marissa just smirks at him.)

Marissa: Aren't you a little sure of yourself? Who said I would even accept?

Ryan: Oh, you'll accept. Remember, I have ways to persuade you. (Now it is time for Sandy to blush slightly. He holds up his hands as if he is giving up.)

Sandy: Okay, okay, you got me. That was too much information even for me!

Marissa: Glad to see we can still embarrass one of our parents! (Ryan laughs at her turning the table on him while Sandy just smiles at them. The song changes to Ben Folds Five's "Army".)

Sandy: You know what, we should do this more often. We could have designated breakfast days where the three of us get together and just talk. Hell, I'm in LA everyday, and if you couldn't make breakfast, we could always do lunches. This has been fun so far, and we haven't even ordered yet! (Ryan and Marissa exchange glances with each other before Ryan replies for them.)

Ryan: We'd like that.

Sandy: Good then, it's settled. Now, let's see if we can get some food before this old man passes out from lack of nourishment.

Ryan: Are you telling me that you didn't grab a bagel for the drive down here this morning?

Sandy: You got me there, but I'm hungry again. I'll consider this brunch and make lunch a late afternoon snack.

Marissa: Do you realize how much you sound like Seth right now?

Sandy: Speaking of Seth…. (He is interrupted as the waitress comes over and stands in front of them, notepad in hand ready to take their orders.) Lady's first. (Marissa smiles at him before ordering.)

Marissa: I'll take a veggie omelet and a carrot muffin. Thanks.

Waitress: Do you want anything to drink with that doll?

Marissa: Just a water please. (She hand her the unopened menu that she was to use. The waitress takes it and then turns to Ryan next.)

Ryan: I'll take a coffee, as big as you can make it and the pancake special.

Waitress: Bacon or sausage?

Ryan: Bacon.

Waitress: Anything else?

Ryan: An orange juice, too, please.

Waitress: No problem. (He hands her his unopened menu as well. She smiles at them before speaking.) Come here often, you two? (Ryan and Marissa exchange a look with each other.)

Ryan: I guess you could say that.

Waitress: Yep, thought so. (She turns to Sandy.) What can I get you?

Sandy: Do you have bagels? (Ryan and Marissa snicker at him.)

Ryan: You are so predictable!

Sandy: Hey, I like what I like.

Waitress: Sorry, out of bagels. I can offer you toast in about three different varieties. (Sandy looks at her like she has gone insane.)

Sandy: (Sounding slightly dejected.) I guess I'll take what he's having. (He signals to Ryan languidly.) Oh, and a refill on the java please.

Waitress: I'll be back in a few with your drinks. (She walks off and the three begin to talk again.)

Sandy: So, what do you think if we get the business portion of this morning's conversation out of the way before the food gets here so that we can just enjoy our meals, although I'm not sure if we'll ever be able to come back here for breakfast if the bagel situation is this shaky?

Marissa: Alright, agreed. We'll come here if we meet for lunch, but if it's breakfast we'll go somewhere where they are bound to have fresh bagels for you. (Sandy can be heard taking an audible breath of relief which makes Ryan roll his eyes and Marissa laugh. After a moment, she speaks again.) So, what's this plan of yours?

Sandy: It's actually quite simple, and as I told you Ryan, completely safe. I'd never endanger Marissa just to get information on someone.

Ryan: I know that, I just get a little protective.

Sandy: As you should; I didn't take it offensively, and you're more than welcome to come along if you want.

Ryan: That will basically depend upon when you go. (They both turn to Marissa.)

Marissa: Well, I don't have any finals tomorrow, but I do have to work. (She looks at Ryan.) What time is your final tomorrow?

Ryan: Not until two. (He turns to Sandy.) So, why don't we meet you at the hospital around ten? Will it be okay with work?

Sandy: Don't worry about that kid, ten's fine. Now, all I want you to do is go in, you can use a fake name if you want, and claim that you're a friend of Sherry's who's curious as to what happened to her. I'll let you work out your exact story, but basically I just want you to act as if you're really worried about her and hoping that the other nurses might know something. I'll email you all the information we have on this nurse this afternoon and then you'll be able to read over it tonight and acquaint yourself with her incase they ask questions.

Marissa: That'd be great, thanks.

Ryan: Will I be going in with her?

Sandy: Ugh, that might be hard to explain, especially because it's not as if you're completely unknown around Newport. Remember, you are Kirsten Cohen's son, which means, legally, you're Caleb Nichol's grandson…though we won't go there.

Ryan: Thanks, because that is a scary thought.

Marissa: I don't think he minds you as much as he lets on. (Ryan and Sandy both turned to her with an utterly shocked look on their faces.) Wait, don't jump down my throat, it was just an observation, but I think a lot of his attitude is bravado, and think if given the chance to actually get to know him, they'd be okay with each other.

Sandy: Who have you been talking to, because it sure isn't the same Caleb I've known for twenty four years?

Ryan: Well….

Sandy: Oh no, not you, too!

Ryan: He's been acting different lately, civil, almost courteous. I noticed it a few weeks ago and Seth and Summer's engagement party, and it's just been continuing ever since, and he seems to really like Marissa.

Sandy: Now that you mention it, he did give me a compliment last week, but I think he's just reeling from this whole Julie situation. (Ryan and Sandy look at each other while they try to figure this out.)

Ryan: Yeah, that has to be it, right? (They are both silent while Marissa just smirks at him.)

Marissa: I guess we'll just have to wait and see who has the better instincts. My money is on myself, but we'll see. (Ryan and Sandy both look at her with curious glints in their eyes, but after a moment, they shake their heads and speak at the same time.)

Sandy and Ryan: Nah! (The camera pulls away from them and goes into a sparse bedroom in a small apartment as sun streams in through the partially closed blind. Trey's head can be seen, but as the camera zooms in closer, it is obvious that there is another person in the bed with him. As the person moves around, trying to get comfortable, their head pops out from underneath the blanket and it is revealed that it is Caitlyn. Her movements wake Trey up. He looks at the clock and shakes her awake.)

Trey: Hey, (He nudges her again.) you gotta get up. You have school, and we don't need your Grandparents or your Dad suspicious, so come on. (He tries to roll her off of the bed, but she grabs a hold of it and won't move.)

Caitlyn: Food first, then I'll get ready to go.

Trey: (He smirks.) And just exactly what are you going to wear? Did you bring any clean clothes last night when you came over? (She grabs the pillow she was laying on and throws it over her head.)

Caitlyn: I don't talk until I eat something. (He grumbles but gets up. When he does, he has to slip into a pair of boxers before clumsily walking out of the room, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand and yawning. Once he's out of the room, she yells for him.) Oh, and could you get me a bottle of water, too, please, thanks! (She tosses the blankets over her head as she waits for him, but he comes back within a few moments, so she throws them back over her head and looks at him surprised.) Well I take it you don't cook since you are back so quickly. What'd you get me to eat? (He drops down on the bed and tosses her the water she asked for and a box of Cookie Crisp.) You've got to be kidding me?

Trey: Breakfast is served. (He pulls the blankets back up and tries to go back to sleep.) Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll drive you to school.

Caitlyn: Wait, you're not going to eat with me?

Trey: I have all morning to eat, but right now I just want to sleep. Can you stop talking now? (She's annoyed with him but too stubborn to say anything. She throws the cereal across the room and stomps off to the bathroom.)

Caitlyn: I'm getting in your drawers because I need to find something to wear today. (He bolts up in bed and looks at her.)

Trey: No, get in the shower; I'll find you something to wear.

Caitlyn: Don't worry about it. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for the girl who just spent the night in your bed and who agreed to give you an alibi, because we wouldn't want you to go without adequate sleep! (She goes back to the drawers, but he jumps out of the bed and pushes her towards the bathroom. When they reach the doorway, he kisses her cheek.)

Trey: I'm sorry, okay. Now, take your shower, I'll get your clothes, and if you are good and hurry up, we'll swing by somewhere and pick you up something to eat. (She glares at him still annoyed from before.)

Caitlyn: Thanks but no thanks. I'll just grab something at school. (With that, she slams the door in his face. As soon as he hears the shower start, he moves over to the dresser and takes out a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt for her to wear, and then he moves aside the clothes and sees Ryan's laptop sitting there with his blueprints. Before he closes the drawer, he makes sure that the items are covered so that they can't be seen. Once the drawer is closed, he bends down and picks up the cereal box, goes back to bed, and opens it and starts to eat. The camera leaves him and goes to Jane. She is knocking on Caitlyn's door.)

Jane: Caitlyn. (She waits but there is no answer.) Caitlyn are you up yet? You're going to be late for school. (Still, there is no answer.) Caitlyn, are you okay? Breakfast is ready. (She waits again, but when her granddaughter doesn't answer, she opens he door and enters the room as she speaks.) I'm coming in. Caitlyn? (She looks across the room, taking in its appearance, and noticing that not only is her granddaughter not there, but her bed has not been slept in. Worry covers her face as she quickly moves out of the room and goes down the hall to knock on another door. When the occupant hears the knock, they respond.)

Jimmy: I know, I heard, breakfast is ready; I'll be down in a few minutes.

Jane: (She knocks again this time a little harder. Her voice is agitated and pitched at a higher level as she is concerned for her granddaughter.) Jimmy, we need to talk….it's, it's about… (Before she can finish what she is saying, he cuts her off by talking himself.)

Jimmy: Listen, I don't have time for this. I have to get to work.

Jane: (She is now becoming angry at her son.) Jimmy, open this door now!

Jimmy: No. (Jane tries to open it but finds that it's locked.) Look, I'd love to chat, but as soon as I grab some food, I have to go. Caleb's already on my ass right now about my personal life, I don't need to push him even further because I'm late for work. (He pulls the door open and tries to move past her but she stands in front of him.) Now, if you'd move out of my way….please!

Jane: (Her voice is firm and commanding.) No!

Jimmy: Really Mother, I don't have time for this!

Jane: So I've noticed, but you're going to make time for this! We're talking about your daughter here!

Jimmy: (Panic starts to grip his voice.) What's wrong with Marissa!

Jane: (She rolls her eyes.) Typical. Jimmy, Marissa is fine as far as I know, but that's not much because you drove her away. For the first 21 years of her life, you wanted nothing to do with her, and now all of sudden since you don't have her to take care of you, you want her back.

Jimmy: (He bites back spitefully.) I don't get why everyone keeps bringing this up to me!

Jane: Maybe to try and stop you from hurting her more; she doesn't deserve your garbage any more Jimmy, but I'm not talking about Marissa.

Jimmy: You're not! Who are you talking about?

Jane: (She is exasperated.) Your other daughter….Caitlyn, she didn't come home last night. Her bed has not been slept in and she is no where in site.

Jimmy: (He moves past her and starts to walk towards the end of the hall.) She probably just stayed at a friend's house.

Jane: (She follows him.) Did she tell you she was, because she never told me?

Jimmy: Not that I remember, but I haven't seen her in a few days….

Jane: Jimmy! What do you mean you haven't seen her in a few days; you live in the same house for crying out loud!

Jimmy: We have busy lives; our schedules clash.

Jane: Well then you change yours and pencil her in! She's your daughter Jimmy, and you haven't lost her yet…at least we don't think so. Who knows where she is! Maybe she ran off, too!

Jimmy: Are her clothes still here? Her books? Her photos?

Jane: Yeah.

Jimmy: The she hasn't left. (They've now reached the kitchen. He opens the fridge and rummages through it while she replies.)

Jane: Alright fine, she didn't run away, but who knows when she will, and I don't want to loose another granddaughter. Besides, we still don't know where she was last night!

Jimmy: Like I said, (He pulls out an individualized bottle of orange juice and goes to drink it, but notices something and stares at the container for a minute before replying.) I thought I told you to buy pulp free orange juice.

Jane: Caitlyn likes pulp.

Jimmy: (He laughs more to himself than to her, and his tone is annoyed.) Oh, I see, what she wants matters, but what I want doesn't. Glad to know how you really feel! (He throws the bottle back in the fridge, slams the door, and gathers his things and begins to walk towards the front door. Jane follows.)

Jane: Are you going to talk to her, find out what she was up to?

Jimmy: You seem pretty good at interrogating kids, why don't you handle it?

Jane: Because she's not my daughter.

Jimmy: Well obviously, I'm not a very good father. (He opens the door and begins to walk away, but she tries to stop him by yelling after him.)

Jane: Don't walk away from me!

Jimmy: (He turns around and faces her, the self-loathing evident on his face.) Why not, at least I'm good at that! (Quickly he turns back around and walks to his car, getting in, starting it up, and pulling out in a hurry, leaving his mother silently crying at the open door. She closes it slowly as the camera leaves her and goes to Summer and Branning in her dressing room. He is lounging on her couch, picking at a croissant, while she is sitting at her desk eating a bagel and slowly sipping on her coffee.)

Branning: I can't believe you eat bagels!

Summer: (She is lost in thought.) Hm? (She realizes that he was speaking with her so she turns towards him and raises her eyes as she joins their conversation.) What did you say…or ask? I wasn't really paying attention.

Branning: Really, I hadn't noticed. (He laughs softly at her which induces her to at least smile.) Someone's in a mood.

Summer: Bad night. Bad week. Bad month. Hell, bad year so far. (She thinks for a second.) What did you say though?

Branning: It's not important.

Summer: No, come on, tell me.

Branning: Really…. (She interrupts him.)

Summer: Seriously, Branning you better tell me right now or this scalding hot coffee is going to be poured onto a very sensitive area!

Branning: (He laughs good naturedly at her and raises his arms to ward off her threats.) Fine, fine, I concede. I was just teasing you about eating bagels. I never imagined you as a bagel girl.

Summer: Yeah, well you hang around the Cohen boys long enough, and by Cohen boys I mean Seth and his father, Sandy, and not Seth and Ryan, and you'll be eating bagels, too. It's kind of a family tradition slash ritual slash prerequisite before you join their exclusive ranks.

Branning: Why not Ryan? (Summer raises her eyebrows at him.)

Summer: Look, I may have been wrong about Zach and you pointed that out, but there is no way that Chino would ever….

Branning: I know, but that doesn't mean a boy can't daydream, and it would help my little happy couple one if I knew what I'd be serving him when we had breakfast in bed, so what does he eat for breakfast if he's not a bagel guy?

Summer: (She snorts out a snide laugh before answering.) You mean besides Marissa….probably cereal. I mean, it's not as if he doesn't like bagels, he's just not obsessed with them like Sandy and Seth.

Branning: Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up there again, what was with that outburst?

Summer: (Trying to look innocent.) What?

Branning: Don't what me, missy, I heard that dig at Marissa loud and clear. What's going on? Does this have something to do with your mood today?

Summer: Only partly.

Branning: Fine, we'll take this one first. What's going on between you and Marissa?

Summer: It's actually a lot better than it was last week.

Branning: That must have been pretty unbearable, because from the sounds of that outburst, things aren't great.

Summer: (She snickers.) Hey, at least I'm not pouring cold water on her and Chino while they get busy in their bed!

Branning: Why were you even in their room; what goes on in that apartment of yours!

Summer: (She rolls her eyes.) Typical, you might be gay, but no male is going to pass up a chance to make a comment about a possible three way, (He looks up at her shocked.) and no, never happened and it never will, end of story! (He looks back down and smiles sheepishly.) I went into their room to make sure they hurried up because I wanted to leave for Newport right away, and when I found them they were about two seconds away from the promise land if you catch my drift! (Branning laughs.)

Branning: Did you even knock before you barged in?

Summer: (She thinks about it.) Hm….don't think so, why?

Branning: Then you deserved to see what you saw!

Summer: Ugh, still holding hot coffee here.

Branning: I see that, but that was their room, their only place to get any privacy and you completely violated that.

Summer: Oh please, it was in the afternoon, who has sex then?

Branning: Apparently Ryan and Marissa, and I'd say it's a safe bet to say they have it all the time, any time.

Summer: You're telling me!

Branning: What were you thinking?

Summer: I wasn't, okay? I was angry and hurt and I just wanted out of this dmn city as soon as possible, and then when I saw them like that and they wouldn't stop, I snapped.

Branning: And dumped cold water on them?

Summer: (She speaks softly as if trying to make the situation seem less significant, like she hopes he won't hear.) Along with yelling some choice comments and dropping a few rude names.

Branning: (His voice is harsh.) Like what?

Summer: (She averts her eyes from his and stares down at her hands while she absently pulls apart her bagel but does not eat it.) Um…basically I called her a slut, said that their child would be a bstard who I would refuse to be around,…

Branning: Marissa is pregnant!

Summer: No, I was speaking hypothetically.

Branning: Summer…why?

Summer: Well, that's not all I said.

Branning: There's more!

Summer: I distinctly remember referring to Marissa as a good piece of ass and then using the line knocking her up.

Branning: Oy! (Despite the somber mood, Summer laughs.) I don't think this is funny, Summer!

Summer: I know, I know, you're right. (She calms herself down.) It's just that you said oy. Looks like you've been hanging around Cohen too much already!

Branning: I do believe the future Mrs. Cohen says that as well. (Summer shrugs her shoulders to show that she concedes that point to him.) But, I think we have bigger issues to discuss. All I can say is….why?

Summer: Why what?

Branning: Why would you ever say those things to Marissa? Does this have to do with your jealousy?

Summer: Big time, but it's worse now. (He looks at her with a confused expression.) I got bad news that day. It looks as if I won't be able to have a baby, and when I saw Ryan and Marissa like that, I just snapped. It was like she has everything I don't, can't….

Branning: She can't help that.

Summer: I know, it's just hard, but I'm trying. We've talked since then, tried to put this behind us, it's just sometimes….I get so overwhelmed and all these irrational things just come pouring out of my mouth, and most of them are rude and mean and directed at Marissa.

Branning: How's she handling it?

Summer: You could just call her Jacki O. She's so gracious and forgiving, poised and comforting, and sometimes that just makes everything worse. I mean, here she is acting so magnanimously, and then there's me, acting like a petulant child, doesn't exactly engender feelings of self pride and high self-esteem. I guess I just feel as if she does everything better than me.

Branning: Summer, that's not true.

Summer: (She becomes defensively.) Oh really, you tell me one thing that I'm better at than her!

Branning: (He thinks for a minute.) Shopping?

Summer: Wow, what a life accomplishment. (She rolls her eyes.)

Branning: You're funnier.

Summer: Not these last couple of weeks. Ask Cohen, I've just been a bowl full of fun lately.

Branning: And how are things with him?

Summer: (She tries to avoid the topic.) Um…well, you know, things are okay, I guess.

Branning: Suddenly someone's not so talkative, so I take it that something's wrong.

Summer: (She laughs ironically.) Oh you could say that!

Branning: What happened?

Summer: I'm probably just making a bigger deal out of it than it was, but…

Branning: But, let me be the judge of that. Spill.

Summer: Okay, so last night I tried to seduce him, and it really didn't go so well. (Branning looks at her with a confused expression.) We haven't…you know….been intimate…. (Branning starts to laugh.) What?

Branning: When did you become so shy? You haven't had sex since….

Summer: (She smiles at his teasing.) since right before the…since we lost the baby.

Branning: Oh. (He then realizes how long that's been.) OH!

Summer: Yeah, OH! Some of it was for medical reasons, but the ban was lifted a few weeks ago, but I really haven't felt in the mood, but last night, it just hit me.

Branning: You were hornier than hell? (At first she looks at him shocked, but then she starts to giggle.)

Summer: I guess you could say that.

Branning: And he wasn't?

Summer: He wasn't the least bit interested, and in fact, we ended up fighting about a whole bunch of stuff that had nothing to do with the situation and I can't even remember all that was said.

Branning: Which is probably a good thing. So, what did exactly happen?

Summer: He was working on this school project and I went in and started to give him a massage, a very seductive massage, and let's just say he didn't respond the way I was anticipating.

Branning: Probably because he was trying to work.

Summer: (Her voice is annoyed.) What, you're taking his side?

Branning: Summer, this is not about sides. This is about the fact that you tried to seduce your fiancée when he was in the middle of working on a very important project. It just was not the right time.

Summer: (She laughs at herself.) Well, obviously I did something wrong, because Marissa was able to seduce Ryan all those weeks ago in the middle of his big project when she went to the library. Looks like it's just one more thing she can do better than I can! (Branning stands up off of the couch and goes over and pulls Summer out of her chair. Holding her tightly by the arms, he shakes her.)

Branning: Quit this now! Quit feeling sorry for yourself! This is not you, Summer! You have a great fiancée who loves you, (Summer gives him a wary, doubtful glance, which he notices right away and refutes.) and yes he loves you more than anything else in this world, and I can't believe you would ever doubt that, you have a great job, great friends, a loving family, a bright future. So, you've suffered a setback, you're Summer Roberts, you'll bounce back better than ever. (Summer completely looses it at this point and breaks down sobbing in Branning's arms. As he hugs her close to him, she speaks through her cries.)

Summer: I just feel so useless, like I'm a failure, and that I'm going to loose everything I love. (He's speechless, not sure how to handle her fears, so he just continues to hug her, pulling her to him even closer, and whispers into her hair soothingly.)

Branning: Ssshhhh, you know that's not true. You're not a failure, Summer, and you're certainly not useless. Everything's going to be fine, you're not going to loose anyone. (As he continues to try to comfort her, the camera leaves them and goes back to the apartment where Seth is staring at his phone contemplating making a phone call. After a few minutes, he sighs and dials. As he waits for the person to pick up, his right foot, which is placed across his left leg, bounces up and down the entire time. When the person does answer the phone, only Seth's side of the conversation can be heard.)

Seth: Hey, how are you? (There is a pause while the person replies.) You don't sound so good. Are you sure you're feeling okay? You sound sick. (He laughs during the next pause.) Yeah, I guess you're right, but as soon as we're done talking I want you to go and take a nap. (Another pause.) No arguments. (Pause.) That's what I like to hear. (Pause.) Well, actually, no. You see…. (Pause.) Hey, I don't always call when I've screwed up! Sometimes I call out of the goodness of my heart just to talk to you, catch up! (He laughs during this pause as well.) Okay, so yeah, I messed up, and now I'm calling you for your advice oh wise one. (Pause.) I hope so. (Pause.) I'm prepared to do anything…well not anything, but… (Pause.) Right, the Seth Cohen mute button has been pressed and his ears are tuned into everything you have to say. (Pause.) Well, it all started like this…. (As he continues to talk, the camera pulls away from him and the scene ends.)

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