There'll be a lot of sitting around, reading old TV Guides, listening to bad Muzak.

leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July

- I'm heading up to Portland. - To see Seth?

*Try to find*

I get hired by the British Royal Navy to-to-to sail with them

If you force him to come home, he's going to want to run away again.

He won't talk to me. He won't talk to Kirsten.

I, uh, and I want to say to you what

*To tumble and fall*

*It's easy to forget...*

and I have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.

- What's with the bag? - I was... going to go to Portland,

I'm never coming back to O.C. Now, if you and Dad want to move to, I don't know,

Well, it's a formality, really. I refuse to get close to him.

See? A kid doesn't need to be in Portland to be distant.

- Yeah, Monday's going to suck. - You need anything? Want me to, um...

I should get to work.

First... I sailed to Catalina.

My neighbors have started to refer to my home as The Man Hole.

Would you like me to talk to him? I can be quite persuasive.