With Susie gone, Shawn and Gus decided to visit the houses of the other members of the band. Gus, still somewhat angry with Shawn for making him go outside of his comfort zone and eat on the roof, kept the car in a stony silence. Shawn, realizing that Gus was giving him the cold shoulder and silent treatment, turned on the radio. It started playing some quiet, boring, soft classical music.

"Dude," Shawn said. "Really? Classical?"

"It's thought provoking, Shawn." said Gus. "It helps me think."

"Whatever," said Shawn, turning the AM/FM dial. There was some static, news, more static, more classical, country, sports scores, and more static.

"Dude, did you cut the radio wires to just get the crap stations?" asked Shawn, who was getting frustrated. He finally found a station that played new and classic rock. Shawn turned up the volume and sat back.

"Do you have to play that so loud?" asked Gus, who was starting to cringe from the blaring vocals of the Rolling Stones coming from his radio.

"It's too quiet, buddy. Gotta break the silence somehow. Besides, loud is the only way to listen to the Stones."

Gus sighed, and glanced at the street signs. "Which street am I looking for?"

"That one," said Shawn, pointing to the left fork in the road. Gus turned, and began to look for house numbers. He found Gary's house and pulled into the drive. Gary was Baby Fall Off the Stage's bass guitarist. Shawn and Gus got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the house. Shawn knocked, and stepped back. He looked around. The house and yard looked normal enough. A few patches of grass were taller than the rest, showing that someone was either really rushed, or just didn't care.

Looking back at the door, Shawn wondered what was taking so long. He reached out to ring the doorbell when he heard a voice behind him.

"Won't do you any good." said the voice.

Shawn and Gus turned and found themselves in the presence of a girl, probably a little older than Susie.

"What?" asked Shawn.

"No one's home. They left about two hours ago. Haven't seen 'em since."

"Who are you?" asked Gus.

The girl walked towards them. "I'm Cassie," she said, extending a hand. "Neighbor and back-up singer of Gary's band."

"You're in Baby Fall Off the Stage?" asked Shawn, taking her hand in his for a moment.

"You've heard of us?" Cassie asked.

"Somewhat. I'm Shawn Spencer, head psychic for SBPD. This is Gus. We're working on Billie's latest disappearing act."

Cassie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, figures."

"Can you tell us anything about that?" asked Gus.

"No more than you probably already know. Billie disappears every now and again, and then shows up right before a show. This is just another cycle in process."

"Isn't your next gig coming up in, like, two days?" asked Shawn.

"Please. It is so not a gig. It's us playing the same songs over and over at some tween's birthday party."

Shawn looked to Gus. "Skyler made it seem like a big deal."

"He just doesn't want to admit that we're losing popularity fast."

"Really?" asked Gus.

"Yeah," Cassie said. "When we first started, we sounded like shit, but people liked us. Now, a year and a half later, we still sound like shit and people stay away from us."

"Any ideas why?" asked Shawn.

"Maybe because we play the same five songs every time we perform?" asked Cassie.

"That might do it," Shawn said, shrugging. "Well, thank you very much, Cassie. Gus and I'll try to find your drummer by Saturday night."

"Take your time," said the girl, starting to walk away. "Maybe then Sky will let us break up."

Shawn and Gus watched her retreating figure. She walked up a drive a few houses away and went in the house.

"Do you think she has anything to do with Billie going missing?" asked Gus.

"What, like hiding him in her house?" asked Shawn, walking towards the car. "No, her only crime is not really caring what happens to the band one way or another."

The two guys got in the car. "So, now where?" asked Gus.

"Back to the office. I see no reason to wait around for Gary. And seeing as we've gotten Cassie's opinion, I think we've gotten all the info we can. I doubt Gary has much different of an opinion."

While Shawn and Gus were talking with Cassie, Susie was catching up with Monica.

"So, you seriously live in the office?" Monica asked her friend.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Susie said. "It's practically an apartment. It's got a kitchen-like area, a bathroom with a shower, a living room--"

"Which turns into your bedroom, thanks to the pull-out couch." said Monica.

Susie nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Susie, you could have a much better life."

"Where, Monica?" Susie asked, looking at her friend. "With my mom? With my dad? Oops, I forgot. They're both in jail right now, for murder."

"There are programs and stuff--"

"I'm not an orphan, Monica"

"Technically--"

"Technically, this conversation's over."

Monica watched as her friend walked away. She ran after her. "Susie, I'm sorry."

Susie stopped and turned towards her friend. When Monica neared, Susie smiled sadly. "It's okay. I know you're just looking out for me, and you want the best for me."

"And it's not so much the fact that you live in an office that gets me. Its how much time you're spending with the psychic."

"Shawn? He's my guardian, Monica. Of course I'm spending time with him."

"But are your actions as innocent as your words?"

"What?" asked Susie.

"Is there something…. deeper going on here, Susie?"

Susie blushed slightly at the thought. "No!" she said. "Monica, how could you say that?"

"Susie, I know you. Shawn is just the type of guy you usually fall for. And then, the guy turns out to be a jerk. But it's fine, because you were never really that close to him. But with Shawn being your guardian…."

"Monica, I'm not one of those trampy slut bitches in those romance novels you read. I'm not going to sleep with Shawn. He's my guardian."

"And if he weren't?"

Susie looked out at the ocean. "If Shawn weren't my guardian, then we wouldn't be talking about this."

"Susie, I can't believe you."

Susie looked back at her friend. "What?"

"You would sleep with Shawn if he weren't your guardian!"

Susie looked her friend in the eye. Then she smiled. "So, what's your reason?"

Monica looked puzzled. "Reason for what?"

"For not sleeping with Gus."

"What? I… well… Susie, this is completely--"

"Completely what? You and I both know that you dig the psychic assistant."

"This is entirely beside the point!"

"Not at all. But don't worry," Susie said, as she started walking back towards the Psych office. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Where are you going?" asked Monica.

"I've got a phone call to make." said Susie.