TEXT: Mikayla: (Shivering) So cold... And I'm about to blow curfew. Dylan: There's no name for this loft. Mikayla: I'm hungry... And I have to pee. (Dialing beeps) Okay, my mom's probably worrying by now. (Busy signal beeps) Mikayla: (Sighs) Great! Okay. Come on, let's go. Dylan: No, Mikayla, we have to sit on this place. See who's coming and going. Mikayla: Curfew, Dylan! Dylan: I don't have a curfew. Mikayla: Neither does Wes. Did you try calling Wes? Maybe he wants to do a stakeout. Dylan: No, Mikayla, Wes isn't gonna wanna do that. Mikayla: You know what? I'm sorry, but I... I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow! I'm sorry. (Taxi purrs to a stop) (Door opens and bangs shut) (Taxi rumbles away) (Camera shutter clicks) (Car honks, dance music blares) Driver: Shame to hide that face under a Hood! Dylan: That line actually work on anyone, Teddy?! Teddy: Worked on you. Rayna: Oh, Dylan! Oh my God! I haven't seen you since I went to rehab! Yeah, how'd that work out for you, Rayna? Rayna: A-mazing! (Car honks) You must get in this car. Teddy: She's right. Get in, let's go. Can't do it... Court orders. Since when do you follow the rules? (Car horn blasts) All right! God! Well, have fun without us, Dylan... If that's even possible! (Laughs) (Engine roars) [SCENE_BREAK] (Heartbeat pulses) (Low hum of chatter) Seth: You have to call. Donnie: Absolutely not. Seth: Are you crazy? Call them. If you don'
SUMMARY:
Dylan investigates what she suspects is her father's loft. Meanwhile, London prompts Seth to open up about his family, and tension rises between Wes and Edward.