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- Hey! - Hi!

Oh!

- I'm so sorry. Did I keep you waiting? - No, not long.

Like two songs. It was nothing. Where you coming from through that?

There's a park through there on the other side...

- Oh, look at you! - I know.

- I'm gigantic. - Oh, my God!

No, you look great. No, Tricia with child.

- Holy fuck. - Yeah, I know, right? Me, too.

- Let's get you inside. - Yeah. Let's do that.

So your drive was... It was gorgeous.

- Everyone should do it once. - Yeah. And you took the...

- You went... - The Southern route. The real 66, the 10.

And Texas was just fucking...

Oh, forever, right? Yes, I know. I'm so sorry.

I was out, and I didn't expect you till tonight

or, like, maybe this afternoon at the earliest.

Yeah, I drove all night.

Once I hit Tucson, it was just...

all about here.

Yeah, it's the last of them.

I figured just, you know, use them,

and then tonight maybe we can do something kind of formal to...

Good. Of course. Of course.

God, it's really good to see you.

It's really good to see you.

The futon's amazing, considering...

- It's fine. It's fine. - It's, like, almost real quality mattress sleep.

It's fine. I've slept on worse.

We both know.

Okay, so I brought some stuff

for the little nephew/niece or whatever.

Oh, Callie.

No, don't get too excited.

It's all from Good Will in New Mexico.

Nothing special, but I wanted to.

Mmm.

You sure you don't mind?

I don't want to make you feel like...

No, no, I'm fine with my soda juice.

And you're sure it doesn't violate the terms of your...

We're good.

Then, by all means, get blasted.

I'm really, really glad that you're here, as opposed to...

I mean, I know about Vermont and Pennsylvania.

And then Mom said something about North Dakota?

Yeah, I lived out of my car in the badlands for a hike.

That was something. But mostly Worcester.

- Ohio? - Mm-hmm.

Ohio for the longest. A few months.

And then Louisiana, which I tell you...

- Oh, yeah. No, I know. - Complete shit.

Even after the whole... It's amazing.

- Yeah. - It's amazing.

Mm-hmm.

And that was the good clinic, right? Louisiana?

All right. So spill it, pregnant. Come on.

- No. Easy, sister. - What was he, some random hottie?

I don't know. A pool boy? Gardener?

Did Mom totally freak out, or was she...

No. Mom was thrilled, actually. I haven't told Dad yet.

Well, fuck him anyway. I mean, if you can find him.

I'm just damn curious.

All right. Well, we'll talk about it later.

I'm gonna go clean up the kitchen.

Okay, you giant whore.

You giant drug addict.

So it all basically looks the same since I was here last.

God, was that five years ago?

It was right before you took off, so...

Oh, you took your wedding pictures down.

I didn't wanna change anything right at first

just, you know, in case he walked in one day.

And then later on, I didn't want to change things in case...

I don't know.

Sure. Sure.

"Death in Absentia."

I know. It sounds really just...

I knew there was gonna be paperwork.

- I just didn't realize... - Yeah, big time.

The paperwork goes in, and then that with the police statements,

they'll issue a death certificate,

which then I give that to the insurance companies, and then a few creditors.

But it affects a lot, you know?

Like, car insurance, his registration, life insurance, his 401...

They didn't think that maybe after seven years

he wasn't gonna come back?

Once you declare somebody dead, it's a different deal.

You know, missing, dead.

It's tough to come back from that one,

so that's why they make you wait so long... seven years.

I get it. There's no need.

So, the posters...

You know, I printed out so many,

and it's just habit to kind of go out and change them out.

And I figured rather than watch them rot off the trees and poles, you know...

- You'd put up new ones? - Just the last of the run.

The last ones.

Can I ask you,

you know, if it's not...

Ask.

What do...

What do you think?

You know, all said and done?

I mean, I used to think he left because were fighting.

You know, marriage growing pains.

But... then I thought amnesia.

You know, he wanders off.

No memory, starts over, lands.

And he's happy, and he thinks of me and doesn't know why.

I had a million of them. You know, he was an NSA agent.

Couldn't tell me what he did for a living

to keep me safe.

But then his cover got blown,

and so he had to go underground,

but he still checks in all the time.

- Drive. - That whole first year...

That's all that was about was just, what happened?

Kidnapping, runaway,

alien abduction,

anything.

He was so sweet to me.

You know, he called me kid, and he didn't stare,

and he didn't make fun of me

or tease me about dating,

and I liked him.

He'd be proud you cleaned up so well.

Yeah. I know he would.

So I'm going to go with whatever version has him sitting on the porch,

watching the sunset, happy and alive and okay.

And, hey, I'm here to help you file that paperwork

and pack your stuff up for a new place...

Which I am working on. I will find one.

Sure. And, you know, I'll hold your hands

through all the ultrasounds and whatever.

I'm just... I'm here.

And then what?

Where do you land, Cals?

Danny?

Honey?

- Oh, fuck me. - Please...

- Sorry. - Please...

- I'm sorry. I don't have anything. - You see me?

- I don't have anything to give you. Sorry. - Wait. Wait.

It's...

It's...

It's sleeping.

- What? - I don't know...

I'm sorry. I did not mean to wake you.

...how I got here.

I don't... I...

Trade.

- What? - Trade.

No, really, I don't have anything. I'm sorry.

- Walter. - Walter.

- Lambert. - I'll bring you something later.

- Please... - I'll come back, and I'll give you...

- I'll bring something for you, okay? - Wait! Wait!

My son...

My boy...

Jamie...

Can you tell him...

Oh. Sorry.

I just...

Never mind. Hi.

Hi. Callie... My sister. This is Detective Mallory.

He's... was on Daniel's case.

Hi. Not the guy I first met when he went miss...

The old guy with the suede...

No. I got assigned a couple years ago.

They moved those guys onto newer, um...

Anyway, I'm pleased to meet you, miss. I've heard a lot about you.

Really? Why?

- I'm just heading to... - There was a robbery...

Yeah, a B&E up the street. They...

Waste of paperwork, actually. It was just a bracelet, almost worthless.

- They left the expensive stuff. - We have some petty burglaries.

- Just keep the door locked. - No, no. It happens way too much in this neighborhood.

I've been after your sister to move for years, even just a couple of exits.

So just bring that to the attorney.

- It says everything they need to move forward. - I have it.

- Great. - I'm gonna shower.

I smell like an armpit's asshole.

Nice to meet.

Yeah, you weren't kidding.

Yeah, right?

You'll call me when you're finished with the lawyer?

I'll call.

Do you need anything for the, uh...

I'm fine. We're fine.

All right. Because I can get whatever.

Rough up anybody that's bothering you.

Break out my Taser.

Taser, huh? Big man.

I know what you did.

Oh, shit.

Hey, is there enough food for another plate?

Or do you have paper plate?

- Are you still hungry? - No, there's this guy in the...

Never mind. It's a Christian thing.

Yeah, I was gonna ask you about this new Christian thing.

Can I borrow your Tupperware, please?

Yeah.

Trish, you want help?

I just, um...

Maybe not tonight, you know?

Tomorrow. It can wait.

Technically, it usually waits till you've actually signed a lease on an apartment.

- I'm on it, okay? I'm working on it. - Okay.

Lord, please help me get my shit together.

In Jesus' name. Amen.

Callie?

It's normal.

Well, fuck normal then, I guess.

These... let's call them lucid dreams... that you're having,

they started about the time you decided to declare him dead in absentia?

And, I mean, I know that we said we knew that would do something with me...

Because it's big. We knew to expect something.

Not this.

Not this.

You're describing lucid dreams.

They're visual, auditory,

even olfactory, tactile hallucinations.

They're not unusual

for someone negotiating the kind of stress you're living with.

Okay. This is good. Keep going.

Well, how does seeing him,

hearing him this way make you feel?

I mean, the first time, it was...

It was like he was devastated, furious.

Because you...

Because I'm declaring him dead.

And then?

Then it was like he was just enraged

at me and...

- At the baby. - At the baby.

When the mind can't deal immediately with trauma,

with grief, guilt,

it's sometimes easier to create something to help us process it.

But it's you, Tricia.

It's you, not him.

And you're telling yourself how you feel.

Okay. Well, when will that stop?

You're the only one who can answer that.

You still meditating?

- And it's still helping with... - Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely.

Good. Good.

Don't.

I'm sorry?

Don't... Don't leave those there.

Uh, no, they're not mine. I-I'm returning them.

Just, uh, don't.

This looks good.

Do you need anything else from the police or...

No. No. No. This is good.

He's been missing from his home

or usual residence for a period of seven years.

Such absence has been continuous and without explanation,

and we took what they call the adequate safeguards concerning property.

I think you did great.

- So what happens now? - We file.

And I think they'll issue the death certificate.

I need you to sign the last line of the petition.

Thanks.

Okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm getting kind of tired.

You sleep. I'm minutes away.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

Oh, shit.

Gross.

Fucker.

God bless you, too, little nephew-niece,

whoever you are.

- That all of them? - Looks like.

Some of these, can't be sure...

- Copy that. - Some of them?

Some of them match the descriptions of some of the B&E items in the neighborhood.

- Yeah? - Yeah, like I say, can't be sure.

Sure. Can I borrow that from you?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- The door was locked? - I think so.

Because we discussed this.

Always, in this neighborhood, you lock the door.

No, I told her. I'm sure it was locked.

Well, there's no sign of forced entry, so...

There was earlier.

- There was another incident. - I'm sorry? What incident?

- The man in the tunnel, you said. - Yeah, I'm trying to remember.

I can't remember what he said his name was.

He was talking nonsense anyway.

The crazy, nonsense-talking tunnel guy that you fed was in my apartment?

That's great, Callie. Really. Wonderful.

I told you. For two years, I told you, anywhere but here.

- They've got a nickname for this neighborhood in the precinct. - I know. Calm down.

- No. Now we talk seriously. - I'm packing, okay?

- I've been packing. - To go where? To go where?

You've been packing for six months.

Leave. Walk out of here.

- You can just stay with me. - Detective.

- Hi, sir. - Hi. I just wanted to check in.

- You doing okay over there? - I'm fine.

The door's locked. No worries.

I'm just packing.

- What time are you coming home again? - Uh, around 7:00.

You okay till then?

Yeah. I'm good.

All right. Bye.

Hello?

Hey.

What's that?

I think I'm gonna go to bed, if that's okay.

Okay.

Good night.

Get up.

Hi. It's me.

Um, I found a place.

No. Yeah. Callie made me.

So since the cat's sort of out of the bag with her,

I was wondering if you

might like to go out, like, for real.

Okay. Okay. Great.

Okay.

Bye.

Well, okay! All right, then.

- Don't get all excited. - No, I think it's great.

- I just... - It's time, right?

Yeah.

- What about this? - Maybe a trimester and 20 pounds ago.

Right. Maternity clothes only.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You did this for me on my first date.

Oh, my God. That kid with the giant ears?

- Kevin. - Kevin. Yeah.

Oh, God. Mom was horrified you put makeup on me.

- The beginning of the end. - Right.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Hot.

Yeah.

What do you think I should do with my hair?

- Back. - Yeah?

- Like a? - Like a... and be a little twisty.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

Come in.

Detective.

Miss. Callie.

You look terrific.

I can feel the face you're making, you little brat.

So I'm gonna run upstairs.

I will be right back down, and then we'll go.

So...

how long have you been trying to get her to go out with you?

Let's just call it a while.

- Ready? - Great.

- Lock that. - I got it.

Do you need anything? Do you need money for dinner?

There's a stack of menus in the drawer next to the cleans.

Go have fun, okay? Please.

Okay. See you later.

- Callie. - Detective.

You okay?

Yeah.

No.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Hey! Ooh!

Tricia! Make a call! Call an ambulance! Make a call!

Tricia! Tricia! Look at me. Look at me.

You okay?

It's okay. Oh, my God.

It's okay. It's okay. Hold on.

Hold on.

Hi, Ruth.

It's Tricia.

Um...

Um, I don't know how to say this,

um, except to say first

that I'm not doing this to be cruel or dishonest.

- Um... - Hey, Daniel, can you squeeze my hand for me?

Tonight, at... It was 7:30...

Squeeze my hand, Daniel. Daniel came home.

Okay. Good.

That's good. Let go of my hand.

Let go of my hand, Dan.

You can see me?

Yeah. Yeah, I can see you.

They've admitted him to Sacred Heart Hospital.

He's severely malnourished.

They're treating him for dehydration and malnutrition and...

- I'm not sure exactly what caused that... - But he hasn't said anything.

It looks like it might be from a chronic lack of sunlight exposure.

I'm sorry that that's all I know right now.

Looking at his abdominal X-rays, there's an ill-defined mass in the stomach.

I'm sorry. That's all I know.

Tomorrow, hopefully, or the next day.

No, I'm here.

No, call when you know your flight info.

Bye.

She was laughing.

Did you tell her about what the doctor said about the trauma?

No.

She's still wrapping her head around her son being alive.

She doesn't need to wonder about what kind of...

assaults...

his body's undergone.

I know this is hard right now,

but, uh,

we've got to try to figure out where you've been.

I...

Daniel,

the doctor said that you show signs

of significant physical, um,

abuse,

and we're trying to figure out who did that to you.

We've been looking for you

for more than seven years, Daniel.

I was underneath.

Underneath where, Daniel?

Stay with me. Underneath where?

Watch out.

It's okay. Come on, Danny.

Um, Tricia.

It's okay.

Um, I'll... I'll get you some fresh clothes.

Hey, you wanna lay down?

Or you want a glass of water?

Sleep.

His parents will be here tomorrow.

This isn't real.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry to stop by. We tried to call.

- I had to unplug the phones. - It was crazy.

We talked to the doctor.

We'd like to talk to Daniel again.

He's asleep.

We can wait a while.

You talked to him at the hospital. He didn't say anything.

We were hoping if we talked to him again, someplace he was more comfortable, that...

Daniel?

He's in here.

How you feeling, Daniel?

Your doctor called.

Yeah, they figured out what those light bits were on your X-rays.

You had animal bones in your stomach, Daniel.

You wanna explain that one to me?

The hospital also released

the clothes you were wearing when you were admitted.

They were the same clothes you were wearing when you disappeared.

So does that mean that in all this time,

you haven't been to a hospital, a shelter?

I don't know.

See... See, Daniel... Daniel, you do.

Because someone fed you

as recently as yesterday morning.

Daniel, please.

And you still had your wallet.

Your wallet.

Seven years on the street.

No one took your wallet?

Huh?

There's a lot of people trying very hard to find you.

And if you're telling me that you don't know

where you ate breakfast yesterday, you're a liar.

- Okay. I think that's enough. That's enough. - A liar.

For now.

I'm sorry about all this, ma'am.

We're just relieved your husband is alive.

We'll figure everything out out in time.

But in the meantime, if you need anything...

- I got it. - ...please don't...

I'll stop by after 10:00. Can you talk?

- I don't know - Just to talk. Will you?

Yeah.

After 10:00.

Hi.

Last time you saw me, I was barely driving, remember?

You disappeared, too.

Yeah. That's right.

I did.

I was... chasing a guy...

and a few dragons.

I saw plenty I never want to think about again.

How did you get out?

I don't know.

Can we have a minute?

Of course. Of course.

If you ever want to talk...

Well?

No. Mm-mmm.

No.

Where were you?

Where the fuck were you?

I'm here.

I'm not asking you to make any decisions today,

and I will not add any more pressure to your life.

This isn't possible. This whole situation is impossible.

I just need to say that I'm devoted.

I will never quit. I will never leave.

I will provide and I will protect you and the baby,

and I will do everything I can to get help for Daniel.

I am still the same guy.

But he's not.

He is not the same as when he left.

And remember, things weren't that great then, from what you said.

- Ryan, don't... - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just need to say that that death certificate

is accurate,

even if he is upstairs.

Jesus.

Are you okay?

That's not what it looks like, though.

It's more like an insect.

It has skin like silverfish.

Tricia?

You traded with it.

I wish you didn't trade with it.

It... It fixates.

Daniel, I, um...

I think you should go back into your room and wait for Tricia.

No. I can't go back in there.

It's in one of the walls in there.

Maybe it'll go away.

No more, no more,

no more, no more,

no more.

Be quiet, Daniel.

It stops...

Us.

And I'm gonna make sure that you're as involved

as you ever want to be with the baby.

Tricia...

You know, you always said you'd bring him back to me,

and you did.

I love you for it.

I understand.

I used to camp.

I used to just disappear for a weekend or a week at a time...

and sleep under the stars,

and no one would know or care if I was coming back.

I understand.

I understand wanting to just... walk away

and just leave the mess for the bussers

and just say, "Fuck it."

It'd be so just...

Wouldn't it just?

Ryan?

- Did you... - No.

Tricia. Tricia!

Tricia!

Tricia, he's gone!

He's gone!

He's gone!

He's gone!

- He's gone! - What?

He's gone!

No one goes back in there. They'll be here in five.

What happened?

Daniel? Daniel?

It's here. It's here.

Daniel.

Aah!

Callie.

Aahh!

Daniel!

I... I know how that sounds, but I swear to you...

I swear to you, I could hear him in the walls.

Daniel!

- He was being dragged. - Okay. No, no. Hey, hey.

It's okay, all right?

Daniel?

Do me a favor, okay?

Look me in the eyes real quick.

No big deal. Huh?

Booze tonight?

Anything I should know about?

Uh, I had some wine earlier.

Hey, I'm gonna need to talk to you again, okay?

Yeah.

Fucking asshole.

I got it.

- You see her eyes? - Yeah, her pupils.

I know. Still, doesn't mean she was loaded.

No, I want the uni's searching the park, the highways.

- I don't care where you... - Yeah, they cast a big net.

I do not love that you were here tonight for this.

I know.

I'm going to need a statement,

and it's gonna change some things for this one.

I know.

So, uh, you want me

to take her, uh, report?

No. No, that much I can do.

If anyone's going to ask her to do this again, it should be me.

I need to...

And I don't even know

how to tell you how sorry I am to...

Oh, Jesus.

You need...

I need you to file a missing person's report.

Tricia, my God. I'm so sorry.

Shut your mouth.

- Hey! - I saw your eyes.

You were orbiting the apartment. Where is it?

Who the fuck do you think... No! Uh-uh! Look, I saw it.

- You hallucinated it. - I saw it!

- Jesus! Are you just... - It's not enough tragedy

for one evening without Callie's guided acid trip, all right?

It happened! I wouldn't believe it either.

No. Fine, fine, fine.

What happened, if it wasn't what I said, huh?

While you were wherever doing whatever, what happened then, Tricia?

You know what? I don't know. But, you know,

I've fucking heard the giant bug story before!

Last time, they were under your skin, remember?

- Fine. But it happened. - Prodigal Callie.

Nothing ever fucking changes. Dad leaves, Mom's a mess,

and Prodigal Callie decides to retreat into a needle!

At least I didn't decide to retreat into a marriage

with a high school boyfriend I didn't really...

Hi, Ruth. It's Tricia.

Um, you're probably on the plane right now, but...

Listen...

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry about...

No. It was senseless. All of it.

I think I can make some sense out of it.

Okay.

Walter Lambert. Lived three doors down from us.

Went missing in 1995, walking to work. Guess which way.

Left behind a son who still lives here apparently.

He says his dad was taken by a monster.

They declared Walter dead in 2002.

I ran into him just last week. Guess where.

Which would just be, you know...

Except he's not the only one. Not even close.

Five others from this neighborhood just in the last 100 years.

The tunnel wasn't there a hundred years ago.

Right. The freeway was built in the early '50s, but before then,

and I'm not kidding, it was a natural sinkhole.

They built a footbridge over it.

And you know what? People went missing.

1928, Charles Ashmore

goes to fetch water from his family well, crosses the footbridge.

His family goes looking for him. No sign.

His footprints in the dirt lead halfway up to the well.

Not enough?

Three students made the covers of the LA Times

after going missing in the what they called

a series of underground caves near the Verdugo Hills...

You know, right over there... but emerged through a long tunnel in the Valley.

They couldn't find the tunnel. The students c...

Listen. This is important.

They said it was under the city.

Not underground, but like an underworld.

- Jesus, Callie... - No. Look.

1968.

David Stone.

Goes to a party three blocks from here,

starts acting strangely, wanders into his neighbor's yard.

Doesn't know where he's going or what he's doing.

All he can say is that it's after him.

Callie, when the mind can't process

a horrifying situation, you know, it...

Did you know that there are 109,000

active missing person's cases in this country?

Guess how many disappeared in tunnels.

The mind creates patterns...

I was seeing things, too, okay?

Awful things. They felt so real.

There are myths, legends, folklore.

It's easier to imagine the most horrifying fantasy than to accept the truth.

Tricia, every culture in the history of our species

has had mythology about creatures that spirit people away,

that take them into some unreal underworld,

enslave them, brutalize them.

It's easier to embrace a nightmare than to accept

how stupid, how simple reality is sometimes.

The Scandinavian Vitterfolk troll legends,

the Egyptian insect demons, the banshee, the Wendigo.

There's a common thread to all of this.

They're just finding...

Okay.

Dark matter, tangential dimensions.

If everything is made of atoms and atoms are mostly empty space,

how is anything really solid?

Things go missing in this neighborhood

and have for as long as history has recorded it,

and those things turn up in one place.

I love you, Callie.

Tricia.

Oh, I still can't...

Where is he?

Hi, Ruth.

Daniel?

Um, I have to tell you guys...

Uh, come in and sit down.

You need to sit down.

- Ma'am. - What's happening?

- I need to speak to your younger sister for a minute. - What's happening?

We found a body in the tunnel, and I need her to identify...

No, ma'am! Come back! Please! No! Don't go there!

Ryan!

Ryan!

Callie...

No...

What happened? Oh, my God.

Oh, God!

That's him. That's Walter Lambert.

Hold him back! Hold him back! I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to stand still. Hold him.

Hold him back. Hold him back.

Holy shit.

Hey. Hey.

I don't wanna keep you here another minute.

- And your father... - I told you he wasn't dead.

And I'm sorry.

There've been a lot of animals disappearing in your neighborhood,

and I need to know why I found you with a dog in a bag.

I just wanna go home.

But, look, I need to know that I can go to your neighbors,

and I can ask about all of these break-ins,

and I can ask them about all of these animals disappearing,

and they're gonna tell me Jamie Lambert's a good guy.

I just wanna go to sleep.

And I need you to give me anything...

Anything at all that's gonna send you home

or get you help if you need it.

I... I came to you for help,

and... and you couldn't help me.

How about... You wanna help?

Then c-c-can you help me

just... get out of here

so I can get on with burying my father, please?

Yeah, I can help you do that.

Okay, we're done.

Hey.

Hey, sir.

How's the Buddhist shit?

It's good. Come sit with me.

So you just... sit here and think?

Kind of.

You try...

Really, you try to, um,

free yourself of attachments,

the sources of suffering.

And you try to find...

I don't know... Nirvana.

Which is nothing, right?

Don't underestimate the attraction of oblivion.

Not until you've lived a little longer.

I don't even want to close my eyes.

All I can see is that body tangled up like that.

Yeah, I know. I thought so, too, but no.

If it had been him...

If it had been Daniel like that...

Yeah.

...all twisted up like that.

Poor Daniel.

You know, the church says that there are some people...

They're called victim souls.

Do they?

Just some people

that God lets...

He lets the devils and the demons

do their thing...

Like, they're destined for torment

with some great reward in heaven.

I didn't mean to call you prodigal...

or to hit you.

I know.

I am, though.

I think you had the right idea sometimes.

You just point yourself toward some unknown horizon

and just try to get untangled.

I never thought less of you for whatever types of escape

you were able to find.

I think I'm just so fucking done...

...with this one.

It's just so night and fucking day

from what I set out for.

I mean, how the hell was I supposed to know

it would end up like this?

How the hell are we supposed to know?

Tricia.

Yeah, I know.

Fucking drink?

Can't.

Ryan.

Okay?

One more time.

Okay.

You need to understand something.

The uni's found, up in your room, a box...

You think I hadn't heard about you?

The company you keep?

- What, did a deal go bad? - Okay.

No. Did a deal go bad?

- Your dealer... - Hey.

So, we're gonna need to test your blood

and question you a lot more.

Right now, you're only a person of interest.

You have any plans on leaving town soon?

No.

- Never stopped her before. - Okay.

Now, we're gonna continue,

but before we get to the meat of it all...

I need you to file a missing person's report.

Stay close, miss.

Trade.

Trade!

Trade!

Trade.

Ryan?

Ryan.

You know, just because...

I mean, I know you don't need me to tell you this, but, uh...

- I know. - ...we'll keep the case open

indefinitely.

- Whatever it takes. - I know.

I mean, hey, you said it yourself,

it's not about speculating,

it's about what we know and we don't know.

We know that they

lived down the street from a man

who exhibited the textbook signs of a serial killer.

And it's only a matter of time

from animals to...

We know the bills were piled up.

We know the pressure was immense.

- We know she could have just walked away. - Just walk away

and just leave the mess for the bussers and just say, "Fuck it."

It'd be so just...

Wouldn't it just?

- She could live on the land. - I used to camp.

She used to camp. She could just vanish,

be on her own and camp, and she could just be fine.

There is her sister.

The history of drugs and the drugs in the apartment.

She's a runaway.

I mean, who knows what baggage she brought back?

Maybe they took off together.

No. No.

Just 'cause I can't think of the scenario that leads

from the open door of that apartment to Tricia Riley,

living off the radar, baby in arms, happy and free...

I know.

...living with no money, no credit cards and no vehicle,

it doesn't mean that scenario doesn't exist.

Of course it does.

Stranger things have happened.

People get lost. People get found.

I won't think the worst of her.

Not of her.

Not of them.