The third scene picks up right where the last one ended, in Marissa office while she is calmly talking to Hayley about her illness. Marissa has given up on finishing her work, Hayley has taken priority, so she has shut her computer down and is sitting back in her chair in deep thought and concentration. Again, although Hayley's voice can be heard, she is not shown.

Marissa: Well, I can honestly say that when we started this conversation that I never expected it would lead here. First, how are you doing?

Hayley: (She is still slightly crying, but Marissa's calm demeanor is contagious and she is breathing deeply and trying to still her troubled thoughts and emotions.) To be honest, I don't think it has fully sunk in yet….I mean, never in my wildest dreams did I think this was going to be the news I got…

Marissa: I can understand that. So now we need to figure out what the best course of action is for you.

Hayley: We?

Marissa: Hey, you might not really know me yet, but we're family, and that means we help each other. Obviously, Seth will be no help whatsoever, and I don't think that you should tell Kirsten or your father this over the phone.

Hayley: Oh, Dad, I haven't even thought of how I'm going to break the news to him….

Marissa: I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I don't know what he was like before, but everyone says that he has mellowed quite a bit. He reminds me of a giant teddy bear.

Hayley: Have you told him that, because I don't think he'd like that thought too well?

Marissa: Trust me, he might grumble in front of the boys, but he'd secretly be pleased.

Hayley: A lot has changed…and not just with my Dad. Ryan's dating seriously, who would have thought, Seth's engaged to an actual woman and not a doll or his imaginary friend, (Marissa laughs.) I have a niece I've only seen in pictures, and Sandy works for the government.

Marissa: It will be quite a shock and a huge adjustment for you.

Hayley: What do you mean?

Marissa: Oh come on Hayley, you know as well as I do that you're going to have to come home for this. There's no way you can deal with this on your own, with no one to support you, and here, in Newport, even if it's not your favorite place in the world, you already have a built in support system, your family, who just so happens to miss you and wants you to come home.

Hayley: Yeah, but this way?

Marissa: They will take you any way they can get you. If there is one thing I know about the Cohens, they cherish their family.

Hayley: But, I'm a Nichol.

Marissa: Hayley!

Hayley: Alright, alright, you have a point, but where do I even begin?

Marissa: It's simple really, begin your medical treatment there and get ready to move as quickly as possible.

Hayley: Right….and how exactly do I do that? (She starts to breath heavily as if she is going to have a panic attack.)

Marissa: Hayley, calm down. This is not good for you. Now I want you to listen to me. Are you listening?

Hayley: Uh huh.

Marissa: Okay, first you need to turn in your two weeks notice to your boss Monday morning. Those two weeks should give you plenty of time to get everything organized and ready for the move. I don't want you packing or shipping anything yourself. Hire it done. Put your apartment up for sale, and don't worry about how quickly it sells, because there is plenty of room either at home with us or at your Dad's.

Hayley: Or my sisters.

Marissa: Right…that's what I meant. (She blushes slightly as she realized that she claimed that for her own house.)

Hayley: Wow!

Marissa: What?

Hayley: Seth was not kidding. Are you sure that you and Ryan aren't married?

Marissa: (Her face just gets a deeper shade of red.) Did you get the invitation?

Hayley: (She laughs.) Okay, I get your point. But there is going to be one?

Marissa: We'll see, but that's enough about me. We'll figure out where you're going to stay when you get here, but I'll go ahead and book your flight.

Hayley: For when?

Marissa: Well, we're having a big July 4th family party the weekend before the holiday, so why don't you make it home for that, have some fun with us, and then we'll tell them the next week.

Hayley: You think?

Marissa: Yes. You will deserve to have some fun and reconnect with your family without the added stress of worrying about telling them your news.

Hayley: And you don't mind keeping it a secret?

Marissa: Well….

Hayley: Hey, what does that mean?

Marissa: I'm not keeping it a secret…at least not from everyone. I'm telling Ryan. We tell each other everything, and this is definitely something that I can't keep from him. He has more right to know than I do.

Hayley: But just Ryan?

Marissa: Just Ryan.

Hayley: I guess that's okay, I mean, he's always seemed pretty trustworthy.

Marissa: (She laughs softly as she thinks about Ryan.) He is, but listen, I'm actually running late. I was supposed to meet him outside to go home to Newport about fifteen minutes ago. I'm surprised that he hasn't come in yet…. (She starts thinking to herself but then remembers that she's talking to Hayley.) but you have my cell number, so call me anytime you want. I'll get your number and screen name from Seth so that if I have to get in touch with you, then I'll be able to.

Hayley: Sounds good…and you don't mind me calling if I need someone to talk to about this?

Marissa: Not at all. It actually helps me feel like I'm really apart of the family. (She smiles to herself and Hayley smiles as well.)

Hayley: Well, anything that I can do to help. (Marissa laughs.)

Marissa: Okay, just promise me that you'll take it easy, relax, and just try and stay calm. Panicking is not going to help the situation.

Hayley: I'll try.

Marissa: That's all I can ask. (She pauses for a moment before continuing.) It was really nice talking to you; I just wish it would have been under different circumstances.

Hayley: Me, too, but hey, you can't have everything, right?

Marissa: Right.

Hayley: Well, talk to you soon.

Marissa: (She stands up and turns her light out as she grabs her bag and exits the room.) Bye Hayley. (She hangs up the phone, puts it in her big carry all bag, and shuts her office door behind her before walking down the hallway to exit. The camera leaves her and goes to Sandy who is approaching the arcade's doors. Because it is getting dark, he is done surfing, but he's still in his board shorts, flip flops, and t-shirt. He's looking for Jimmy and spots him almost immediately playing with a couple of kids. He laughs softly as he watches them for a moment and collects his thoughts before walking in and getting Jimmy's attention.)

Sandy: Jimmy, I had a feeling I'd find you here. Hey guys, (He turns to the kids that Jimmy had been playing with and hands them some money.) the ice cream's on me. While you go and eat, I'm going to talk to your friend here, and by the time you're back, he'll be ready for round two. (The kids all look at Sandy and then the money before taking it and running off, yelling quick thanks over their shoulders. Sandy laughs again at their antics while Jimmy just watches him skeptically.)

Jimmy: So….

Sandy: Can we talk?

Jimmy: Now that you got rid of my posse, I guess I have no choice. Do you want to… (He points the game to indicate that he'd play Sandy while they talked, but Sandy shakes his head no.)

Sandy: I think this type of conversation calls for a relaxing setting, and an arcade does not really fit the bill. Come on, let's go take a walk. (They exit the arcade together and start to walk slowly along the pier.) So, how are you doing? I haven't seen or heard from you since that night…

Jimmy: Well I thought about what you and Ryan said.

Sandy: And?

Jimmy: And I decided that you guys were right. I honestly sat down and just stared at all the pictures I had of Caitlyn, granted there aren't many of them, because as you know, I wasn't the best parent in the world, but I realized while I was looking at her, that she was still my little girl and I want her in my life.

Sandy: (He smiles.) That's great Jimmy! So I take it you and Caitlyn have been spending more time together?

Jimmy: Well….

Sandy: Oh Jimmy, what's wrong now?

Jimmy: I went to see if she wanted to grab something to eat with me the night of her accident, but then I realized that she was gone, that she'd taken my car, and I immediately began to panic. After we got the call from Kirsten that she'd been in a car wreck, I've never moved so fast to get to the hospital, but she'd been drinking, and Julie drank….what if they drank because of me, what if I drive people to the bottle? What if she's better off without me in her life?

Sandy: Well you don't ask the easy questions, do you there, Jimbo? (At the suddenly bestowed nickname, Jimmy gives Sandy a curious look, but Sandy does not notice and just continues on with his semi-lecture.) Well, the way I see it, Julie was a lost cause from the beginning. There's no way you drove her to drink, especially when she'd been doing it as part of her "career" (He uses quotation marks to emphasize his sarcasm.) before you even met her. As for Caitlyn, she's not an alcoholic, Jimmy. She's a young girl who has had way too many bad things happen to her in a short time span, and she didn't know how to handle it. Sure, maybe if you'd been there for her, she wouldn't have needed to drink, but it's too late to do anything about that. She needed a release, something to help dull the pain, and unfortunately she picked perhaps the worst thing she could have, but you have another chance. Don't you see that? (Jimmy looks up at him confused.) She lived Jimmy, and now you have the chance to be the Dad that Caitlyn deserves and the Dad I think you really want to be.

Jimmy: But how do I start…how do I apologize for all that I've missed?

Sandy: I think being there now will mean more than any apology you could ever offer up. (They come to a bench and Jimmy sits down. Sandy sees that this might take a little while, so he sits down beside him.) Look, you know that Ryan is not our biological son, so I can somewhat relate to your situation. You have no idea how much I wish that I somehow could have found him when he was a baby and taken him away from his family, raised him from the beginning of his life, but, just like you, Kirsten and I could not go back and change his childhood. When Ryan came to us he was an abused, mentally, emotionally, and physically, young man of 15, and although it did not take long for us to fall in love with him and feel as if he were our son just like Seth was, there was no way we could make the pain of his childhood go away or convince him how much we cared with just words; we had to show him how much we cared. That meant being there for him, supporting him, listening to him when he came to us, being patient, because not only were we adjusting to a new situation, he was trying to get used to a new town, a new home, and a new family.

Jimmy: But Caitlyn wasn't taken in by a strange family.

Sandy: First of all, I resent being called strange. We're quirky, yes, strange, no. (Jimmy laughs and Sandy smiles glad that he lightened the heavy mood a little even if for only a moment.) But, if you think about it, she kind of was. She's in a new town, and trust me, because I know from personal experience, Newport is something that takes a while to get used to, and she basically does have a whole new family. Before you moved here a few months ago, her family had consisted of a loving, caring sister, an alcoholic mother, and a dismissive father, but now her sister is gone, her parents are divorced and basically living separate lives than she is, and she was dumped into the care of a set of Grandparents she'd never met before. Now, don't get me wrong, your parents are wonderful people, and Jane has been amazing with Caitlyn, but her situation is not that unlike Ryan's, and something like that takes some getting used to.

Jimmy: So how did you and Kirsten do it; how did you make Ryan comfortable in his new life and with you?

Sandy: Patience, Jimmy, and lots of it. Just be there for Caitlyn, show her that you want to be a part of her life, but don't push her, support her, love her, spend time with her and not because it's a chore; do it because you want to. Eventually, she'll be able to feel your love and she'll be comfortable with you.

Jimmy: You make it seem so easy.

Sandy: (He laughs.) It's not, but have fun with it. For instance, besides going to the arcade to hang out with kids a third of your age, what else do you do for fun?

Jimmy: I like sports.

Sandy: Well, we have plenty of pro-sports teams around here. Take her to some games with you.

Jimmy: Sherry said not to do that.

Sandy: Look, from what I can tell about Caitlyn, she's not a girly-girl, and even if she's not into the sports herself, knowing that you want her there with you, will more than make up for it. And if she doesn't understand, explain it to her, teach her about your interests.

Jimmy: I could do that.

Sandy: Sure you could.

Jimmy: Maybe even tomorrow. We could go to a baseball game together.

Sandy: How about you wait till Sunday?

Jimmy: Why?

Sandy: Tomorrow is Zoe's birthday party, but we've decided to combine and make it a welcome home party for Caitlyn, too.

Jimmy: You guys didn't have to do that.

Sandy: Are you kidding me? She's practically family, and once Ryan and Marissa get married, (This time, unlike the previous times when this was mentioned, Jimmy does not bat an eye.) she will be. Besides, you try talking Zoe out of it, because I sure as hell won't. Because Caitlyn is Marissa's sister, Zoe is now thoroughly obsessed with her. She thinks they should be sisters, too. When I talked to Kirsten earlier, they were shopping for presents…for Caitlyn, at Zoe's insistence. (Jimmy laughs.)

Jimmy: Your daughter sounds amazing, Sandy.

Sandy: She is, just as your two daughters are amazing.

Jimmy: Really quickly before I go back in there and say goodbye to my buddies, (Sandy smiles at this.) how is Marissa? How did she handle Caitlyn's accident?

Sandy: Like a general. I've never seen someone operate so well under pressure. I swear she became even more organized than she is normally. She was taking care of everyone, somehow working her normal amount of hours, and managed to be at the hospital whenever she was allowed. She was starting to scare Ryan, because he thought she'd make herself sick for sure because she was going on practically no sleep every night, but she's fine he said.

Jimmy: Are you sure?

Sandy: Yeah, and you'll see for yourself if you come to Zoe's party tomorrow.

Jimmy: What?

Sandy: The Cooper family was invited and you're a part of that family.

Jimmy: Yeah, but Marissa really doesn't want to be around me….

Sandy: But she wants you to act like Caitlyn's Father, and a father would be there tomorrow, but I have to warn you, she's pretty mad at you.

Jimmy: Marissa?

Sandy: (He chuckles heartily.) Oh definitely, so be forewarned that she'll have some choice words for you if you do come, but I think you need to give her the chance to say what's on her mind.

Jimmy: Hey, I'd rather have her yelling at me instead of ignoring the fact that I do actually exist.

Sandy: (He stands up and laughs again.) Hey, so this is progress then. (He sticks his hand out. Jimmy stands up and takes it, shaking Sandy's hand.) So, I'll see you tomorrow?

Jimmy: I think I'll be there.

Sandy: Good. See you later Jimbo.

Jimmy: (He laughs this time.) Bye Sandy. (The two men go off in separate directions, Sandy towards the parking lot and Jimmy back towards the arcade. The camera leaves them and goes to the freeway where Dan is standing on the side of the road, thumb out, bag strewn across his shoulder as he waits for someone to pick him up. As he waits, he walks up the road the entire time. Eventually, a semi pulls over and he gets in.)

Truck Driver: Where you headed?

Dan: Anywhere, I don't care. I just need out of this goddmn town!

Truck Driver: Never been, but I've heard my fair share of stories. Don't think I ever will step foot in Newport Beach. Truckers really aren't its style.

Dan: Factory workers either.

Truck Driver: I was thinking you didn't look like you belonged there.

Dan: Hell no, but my turncoat of a son lives there.

Truck Driver: Visiting?

Dan: You could say that, I guess.

Truck Driver: Hey, look on the bright side. If he's rich enough to live there, he's rich enough to give you back some of the money it took to raise his ungrateful ass!

Dan: (He smiles.) That's not a bad idea. So where's this rig going?

Truck Driver: Reno. You a fan?

Dan: I guess you could say that. I needed to get there eventually in the next couple of weeks before I head back anyway. I guess I'll deal with my business there first and then just enjoy the next few weeks.

Truck Driver: You on vacation?

Dan: Pretty much. (He laughs while the driver looks at him strangely.)

Truck Driver: Well, we'll be in here for a few hours. Care if I listen to the radio?

Dan: Be my guest. I'm just going to sack out if you don't mind. Wake me when we get there?

Truck Driver: Sure, no problem….

Dan: (He sticks his hand out to the driver.) Dan.

Truck Driver: Nice to meet you, Dan. My name's Tom. (Dan nods his head. After the two men shake hands, the driver turns the radio on softly and Dan leans his head against the window and closes his eyes for a long nap. The camera leaves them and goes inside of a prison visiting room. This time it is Julie there. As she waits for the person she is there to see, she picks at her manicured nails and sighs heavily out of boredom. Eventually, the person on the other side of the glass picks up the phone and knocks to get her attention. She picks up the phone as well and instantly starts in on them.)

Julie: It's about dmn time! Do you keep all your visitors waiting that long or do you just reserve this special treatment for me?

Lance: Sorry Jules, I was busy.

Julie: Getting busy? What did someone drop the soap?

Lance: What do you want Julie? To be honest, I never thought I'd see you here, what after you sold me out to Daddy Warbucks and all.

Julie: A girl always has to take care of herself first Lance, you should know that by now.

Lance: (He laughs.) Yes, I should. So you're in the free and clear?

Julie: Yes, I am, and now I'm here to help you.

Lance: Seriously?

Julie: Yeah, and, well, it will be fun for me. I've been bored lately, and doing this for you will help to entertain me.

Lance: Do you benefit any more than that from what you have planned?

Julie: Just a little well deserved revenge, that's all.

Lance: I see. So how have you been…other than bored?

Julie: Good. I'm living with Cal again.

Lance: How did you manage that?

Julie: Told him that I wouldn't testify against you if he didn't put me up in his guest house.

Lance: And?

Julie: And, unfortunately, he doesn't keep many of the valuables out there and the main house has a tight security system, but I'll figure out a way to make money off of him one way or another. (Lance laughs.)

Lance: That's my girl. So, what's this plan of yours?

Julie: Let's just say that I have some information that I plan to use to my advantage…and yours, and if everything goes according to plan, Cal will have no choice but to drop the charges against you.

Lance: As simple as that?

Julie: Well, other people have roles to play in this, but they're all pretty predictable, so as long as they react the way I think they will, we're golden.

Lance: Good. The sooner I'm out of this place, the better, although, I think if the worst happens, I've found us a new market for your film.

Julie: Lance, you are not selling my video to a bunch of convicts!

Lance: Why not? You made it with one.

Julie: (Her eyes flash angrily at him.) That's not the point, and the worst will not happen. I will find a way to get money out of that old tight wad one way or another.

Lance: You know there is this novel idea of a real job.

Julie: Like you're one to talk!

Lance: Look, my time's almost up. Are you here for more than just a little chat?

Julie: What do you mean?
Lance: You know they allow conjugal visits here. (He smirks at her and she looks at him repulsed.) I take that as a no.

Julie: You're dmned straight that's a no! I can't believe you have the gall to even ask me that!

Lance: Don't get your feathers in a bunch, Jules, I was just playing around with you. I have to have some fun some way.

Julie: (Glaring at him, she stands up and calls for the guard.) Guard! (The man comes over to her and she smiles up at him, flirtatiously batting her eyelashes.) Will you please escort me away from this pig! (She looks back down at Lance with distaste in her eyes, making him laugh even harder at her antics. As he is led away, still laughing, he waves at her, teasingly, but she just pretends to ignore him as she flirts with the guard who does in deed escort her out. The camera leaves the prison visiting room and goes to Seth's bedroom. He is laying on his bed, holding Captain Oats and Princess Sparkles on his chest and staring up at the ceiling with a far off, glassy look to his eyes. There is a knock on his door, but he does not get up to answer it and does not say anything to the person. Kirsten walks in the room looking around for dirty laundry and then spots him on the bed. He slightly startles her.)

Kirsten: Seth! (She takes a deep breath before talking again.) Why didn't you let me know you were in here?

Seth: Didn't feel like it.

Kirsten: Are you okay?

Seth: Yeah.

Kirsten: Well, I knocked but there was no answer so I just came in. I was doing some laundry so I thought I'd see if you wanted anything washed.

Seth: You're doing laundry?

Kirsten: Yeah…well, what can I say, I'm bored. (Seth laughs softly at this but still does not look away from the ceiling. She sits down on the edge of his bed.) Are you sure you're okay honey?

Seth: I'm fine.

Kirsten: You're awfully quiet…well, for you.

Seth: Just thinking.

Kirsten: About?

Seth: Life.

Kirsten: Without music on? Wow, this must be serious. Are the friends helping? (She nods her head towards the two toy horses he's holding and smiles at him. He sits them down on the stand beside him and sits up to talk to her.)

Seth: Not really, not this time. So, how was shopping? Zoe get her new bathing suit?

Kirsten: Yes, but I'm been warned not to let anyone know what it looks like. She wants it to be a surprise. (Seth laughs softly.) Speaking of surprises, there was one in the pool for me when I went out to clean up around the patio for the party tomorrow. (He looks at her confused.) A floating cup, umbrella, and fruit in the pool, care to explain.

Seth: (He laughs.) I was wondering what happened to my Shirley Temple, must of knocked it into the pool when I was….

Kirsten: (His sudden stop in his explanation catches her attention and she looks up at him curious.) While you were doing what, Seth?

Seth: Practicing my butterfly stroke, have to make sure I'm in the best shape possible for tomorrow. Never know who will challenge me to a swim-off.

Kirsten: Uh huh, not buying it, Seth. Want to try again?

Seth: While I was saving a drowning bird? (She shakes her head no.) While I was trying to flag down a UFO?

Kirsten: Trust me, you wouldn't have to wave them down. They'd be coming for you.

Seth: Aw, Mom, no wonder we don't hang out more. (She laughs at him and nods her head to try yet again to explain his cup and other supplies in the pool.) I knocked it over when I was fighting off a swarm of killer bees or perhaps when I was….

Kirsten: Alright, I get it. You were doing something that I probably don't want to hear about anyway. Just don't do it in the pool again, okay? Other people use it, too. You're lucky I just treated it. (Seth realizes what she is implying and he jumps out of bed and starts to shake his head profusely.)

Seth: What….NO! I did not do what you're thinking. I was just on the phone and got some bad news. I swear, that's it, and I'm sorry I didn't clean up my mess, but I didn't even realize it got spilled. I was too distracted.

Kirsten: And this bad news is what put you in this contemplative mood?

Seth: Yeah.

Kirsten: Are you okay? Summer? Ryan and Marissa?

Seth: I'm fine; they're fine. It's just a friend of mine might be sick.

Kirsten: (She stands and hugs him.) Oh honey, I'm so sorry. (After a couple of seconds, she pulls away and looks at him questioningly.) Wait, what friends?

Seth: Very funny, Mom. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to emulate Ryan and try on his whole brooding routine for a little while. (He starts to push her out of the door while he continues to talk to her.) It's been nice talking to you. I'll let you know how the brooding goes. (Just as he goes to close the door on her, she sticks her hand in it and pushes it back open.)
Kirsten: Not so fast, Seth. (She takes him gently by the arm and pulls him out of the room with her, shutting the door after he is in the hallway.) You're doing no such thing. I'm not leaving you up here to feel sorry for yourself. You're coming downstairs with your sister and I and you're going to help us decorate for her party tomorrow.

Seth: (He uses a whiny voice.) Mom!

Kirsten: Seth! (They begin to walk down the stairs together.)

Seth: Wait, are there balloons?

Kirsten: Tons…and I rented you your own helium tank to use. (He smiles up at her and runs down the stairs causing her to laugh.)

Seth: Why didn't you say so in the first place? You know, I should really work on my balloon animals, too, while I'm at it. (With that he disappears around the corner as she continues her way down the stairs laughing at her son's mood swings and eccentric personality. The camera leaves her and goes to the studio where Marissa has just walked outside to spot Ryan waiting for her by the doors with the Range Rover. As she opens the door and gets in, he hands her her daily rose and leans over and kisses her gently. She puts her bag down behind her and then turns to him with a smirk on her face. There is music playing, "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's.)

Marissa: Thank you for the rose. (She kisses him softly again before sitting back in her seat and buckling up.) But, what's this? (He pulls out of the parking lot and they begin their drive home.)

Ryan: You don't recognize them? I thought it was one of your CD's.

Marissa: It is, but you're listening to it, voluntarily.

Ryan: Yeah, well, I knew I was picking you up, and I hate the radio, so…

Marissa: You know I put some of your Journey CD's in here for you.

Ryan: Really?

Marissa: (She laughs.) Yeah. You don't have to listen to what I like.

Ryan: It's not bad actually. I kind of like this song. You have pretty good taste, I mean, after all, you did pick me.

Marissa: (She laughs.) Oh, I picked you. I do believe you were the one who picked me up and never let me leave your side once you found me.

Ryan: If memory serves me correctly, which it does, because I'll never forget any of the details about that night, I was going to leave but you insisted that I stay and sit with you.

Marissa: I didn't want to be rude.

Ryan: Is that all?

Marissa: Of course, what other reason could I have possibly had to keep you around?

Ryan: (He laughs.) I don't know….perhaps you were as attracted to me as I was to you.

Marissa: Awww…you were attracted to me, that's sweet.

Ryan: Marissa…

Marissa: Ryan?

Ryan: You're cruel, do you know that?

Marissa: Not scoring points there Atwood.

Ryan: Who said I needed to? (She laughs but it quickly dies away as she recalls the phone conversation she was just having with Hayley. When he looks over at her face, he notices that she is deep in thought and slightly upset.) Hey, what's wrong? (He takes her hand in his and kisses it before letting their entwined hands rest on the arm rest.)

Marissa: I had a phone call today, and it was definitely unexpected.

Ryan: (He is puzzled as to who it could have been and why it is bothering her.) Who was it?

Marissa: Hayley…. (Recognition does not set in right away.) Your Aunt Hayley, Kirsten's sister.

Ryan: (The news sinks in and a shocked expression covers his face.) Wow, really? (She shakes her head yes.) What did she want? I mean, she doesn't even know you.

Marissa: Seth recommended that she talk to me, so she called.

Ryan: She's been talking to Seth? (Marissa looks at him steadily, raising her eyebrows slightly to imply that he should think about what he just said.) She's the mystery woman.

Marissa: Right.

Ryan: Well, how is she? (He pauses for a second.) Wait, Seth said that he thought his mystery woman was sick. Is she?

Marissa: Yes, and she's coming home in a few weeks….for good, but she doesn't want us to say anything. She wants to tell them herself.

Ryan: That's understandable, but what's wrong with her?

Marissa: Well…. (The camera fades away from the couple as they continue to discuss Hayley and fades to black as the scene ends.)

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