Michael was winded when he reached Marcie's room. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this.

Go on, Michael... you love her!

Nervously, he knocked on the door. His heart seemed to be racing a mile a minute. After a few seconds, he realized that she hadn't answered. He glanced at his watch.

It was still early, just a few minutes after 8. She was probably still asleep. He hated to wake her up, but he knew that this would be worth it.

He knocked again, louder this time. Leaning against the door, he listened for any sounds of movement coming from her room. He prayed that she answered. If he didn't do this now, he might lose his nerve. Before he realized what he had done, he reached over and turned the doorknob, surprised to find that the door was unlocked. He stepped inside, and looked around the room, but saw no sign of Marcie.

"Marcie, Sweetie? It's Michael. Are you okay?"

He wondered why the bed was made, as though it hadn't been slept in. He pulled out his cell phone and was about to call Jen when he spotted Marcie's purse and coat sitting on the chair next to her bed. Now he began to worry. Where was Marcie? Noticing that her cell phone was lying in her purse, he picked it up. He scrolled through the menu until he came to the last number dialed. Damn. It was his cell phone. He hadn't even bothered to check it.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone, accessing the voice mail. There was a message from Marcie.

"Michael, where are you? You're supposed to meet me at Ultra Violet. I really need you. Please call me."

He closed his cell phone and sat numbly on the bed. Oh God, she was trying to call him. She sounded upset, so something must have happened. He shook his head wondering why Marcie would have left her room without taking her purse and coat. Before he could think of an explanation, his phone rang. He flipped it open.

"Dr. Michael McBain." Michael said uneasily into the phone. It was nearly impossible to keep the hurt out of his voice.

"Hey, Michael its John."

"Oh, hey John." Michael said. Somehow John always lifted his spirits. "What's up?"

"Um, I really can't talk about it now. Can you get down to the station right away?" John said, looking at Bo. "This is important."

"Well, okay..." Michael said hesitantly.

"What's wrong? You sound upset?" John said.

"Well, I can't find Marcie. I was supposed to meet her at Ultra Violet last night and I didn't make it. I'm at her dorm room right now, but she's not here. The funny thing is that her purse and coat were in her room but the door was unlocked."

John's eyes widened as he looked at Bo. "Okay, we'll find out what's going on, but get down here ASAP, okay?"

"Okay, John. Be there in a few." Michael said. He threw the bouquet of roses on the bed and ran out the door.

Michael raced down the stairs and out of the dorm. In seconds, he was in his car, speeding toward the Llanview PD. His throat was tight and tears filled his eyes. Where could Marcie be?

Oh God... He knew he should have called her. Why was he such a jerk? He'd only tried to call her once, and hadn't even bothered to check her voicemail. She sounded so upset. She needed him!

When he arrived at the station, he ran inside to Bo's office. Bo and John immediately stood when they saw him.

"I got here as fast as I could." Michael said, trying to catch his breath. Then he noticed the look on John and Bo's faces. "What's wrong?" Sensing that it was bad news, he pulled up a chair and sat down.

John looked at Bo, then at Michael. "Haver escaped last night."