10pm

Leigheanna is travelling back home in her father's car. The two of them are not saying a word to each other, which is proof that there's a lot of tension between the two of them.

They're not looking at each other either. He's probably held accountable for her summer failure, as he did nothing to stop Kaitlin's fury and instead seemed to admit defeat.

Leigheanna: Why didn't you do anything to stop her?

Dave: Leighy, please. I don't want to talk about her.

Leigheanna: Oh yeah, we are going to talk about her instead! Do you wanna take a look at this?

She shows him the red, aching bruise underneath her nostrils, but he doesn't pay attention to her at all.

Dave: Leigheanna, stop it. You're distracting me.

Leigheanna: Oh, really? You care more about your driving than about my health!

Dave: Do you want to get into an accident?

Leigheanna: You're freaking the freak out. Damn. You're worse than Mom.

Dave: Oh, please, hold your fucking tongue.

Leigheanna: Damn, I want to leave this car.

Suddenly, the two of them reach a gas station where to stop for a while.

Dave: I need to rest a little bit. And smoke. I've been driving almost non-stop for seven fucking hours.

Leigheanna: Just don't do it near the gas tanks. I don't wanna explode.

Dave: Oh, shut up. I'm not as reckless as you think.

Leigheanna: Huh. Who believes you?

The two of them find a quiet place where to smoke in peace. After ten minutes, however, Leigheanna gets fed up of smoking and disposes of the cigarette in the garbage bin leaving it lit. Then, she leaves, before someone could catch her.

Leigheanna: I'm so fucking bored. What can I do? Oh, I got it. I could call Rowan. Hopefully, he'll answer. Or, at least, this is what I think.

She tries calling Rowan, but receives no answer.

Leigheanna: He must've gone to a party. Or to bed. Who knows. Never mind, anyway.

While she's waiting for Rowan calling her, she stutters as her phone is ringing insistently.

Leigheanna: Let's hope it's him...

Phone call between Leigheanna and Rowan

Leigheanna: Hello.

Rowan: Hi.

Leigheanna: I wanted to call you, but you didn't answer before.

Rowan: Oh, sorry, it's that I had to deal with a personal matter...

Leigheanna: What kind of matter?

Rowan: I think I should keep it private, don't you agree?

Leigheanna: Huh.

Rowan: I guess you just want me to talk about it, right?

Leigheanna: Wow, you're so smart...

Rowan: I know you're being sarcastic, so, please, stop it. That's my specialty.

Leigheanna: Oh, really? I didn't know that. Plus, I was not sarcastic at all!

Rowan: What do you want?

Leigheanna: I just wanna talk to you.

Rowan: About what?

Leigheanna: I left Kaitlin's place. I'm going back home.

Rowan: And that's it?

Leigheanna: Yeah. That's it. That doesn't mean we can't talk anymore.

Rowan: Oh, yeah, I understand. But I think I have a better plan.

Leigheanna: What plan?

Rowan: You may like it.

Leigheanna: What the hell do you mean?

Rowan: Shhhh. Why don't we meet? In person, I mean.

Leigheanna: Are you joking? I've only known you for a couple of days! I'm not sure I can do this.

Rowan: Are you really sure? Do you really think you want to give up on this chance? You know I might have to leave sooner or later...

Leigheanna: Do you really have to leave? Where, then?

Rowan: I don't think it's something I can explain it to you such easily...

Leigheanna: Oh, really? Let me tell you, you haven't told me everything yet... so I think I have to think about it a little bit.

Rowan: Oh, perfect. Please let me know as soon as possible, sweetheart. The earlier, the merrier. Good night.

Leigheanna: Good night. And, for God's sake, don't call me sweetheart again!

However, Rowan doesn't hear her last sentence at all as he's just hung up.

Later on, Dave finally stops smoking and is about to restart driving to reach home, though it's clear that he's tired and he's only considering driving to please Bridgette.

That's why Leigheanna is considering an option that no-one would probably ever think of.

Leigheanna: What are we going to do now, Dad?

Dave: We're going to drive back home.

He's clearly yawning, not even bothering to look at Leigheanna's eyes rolling and her arms on her hips.

Leigheanna: You won't be driving till morning! Listen, you need to sleep. It looks like you've stayed awake all day long.

Dave: Okay, I got this. You want to stop at that motel, right?

He's pointing at a bulky building not far away from the gas station.

Dave: Forget it. I'm not sure we can afford it.

Leigheanna: Then we're going to sleep outdoors.

Dave: Okay. You won. But this is going to be a nightmare.

Leigheanna: Oh, shut up. If it were for you, we'd be in an accident!

Dave: Stop bragging it, or else we'll drive back home right now.

Leigheanna: Fine.

While Leigheanna and her father try to have some good sleep, as well as come up with an excuse for not going back home early, things seem to unravel at Kaitlin's. The woman is furious because her plan has faltered; she's reaching the boiling point. Her veins are pulsing, her face is blood red, she's constantly biting her bottom lip; also, her hands are shaking.

It's clear that she can't conceal her growing rage anymore and that she needs to let it out as soon as possible. However, the person her anger is addressed to is definitely the wrong one. In fact, Meara is standing motionlessly at the threshold of her mother's room, probably waiting for instructions or just for a question. As soon as Kaitlin notices her, Meara wants to run away, but is blocked by her mother's deadly glare.

Kaitlin: What the hell are you doing here?

Meara: We need to talk.

Kaitlin: Now?

Meara: Yes. Now.

Kaitlin: Listen, Meara, I have no time to waste for hearing your chit-chat right now. It's already 1am, and you're supposed to be in bed!

Meara: Well, I can't sleep.

Kaitlin: Have a tea or whatever, but please get out of here!

Meara: I can't sleep because of what I need to tell you!

Kaitlin: Are you fucking deaf? I told you to go back to bed!

Meara: You need to listen to me, okay? Seriously! I can't take this anymore!

Kaitlin: You're just making me waste my time, Meara. Go away, or else you'll pay the consequences of not obeying me.

Meara: You won't go back to bed without listening to me! I'm fed up with you! You never listen!

Kaitlin: Okay, you can consider yourself grounded!

Meara: Well. Then, you can no longer call me your daughter. I caught you.