Peyton and Luke arrive in a dank motel room to wait out the storm. Peyton takes off her coat slowly and says, "Okay, let's just try and get some sleep. I want to be at the bridge right when it opens up, at 6 AM." Luke says, "We'll be there at 5 AM." Aw, he's so supportive. Yawn. It's raining heavily outside. Peyton starts giggling. She says, "We're in a hurry to find out if my dad's dead." Pause. "It's kind of surreal." Luke sits down in a chair and admits that it's pretty messed up. Peyton gets all sad and philosophical: "You know in dreams, when you keep trying to get some place, but you never get there?" Luke knows. She continues, "I wish I could wake up." Me too! Me too! Me too! Oh, and shut up, Peyton. Stick to drawing. Speaking really isn't your shtick. Luke says he thinks they should try to get some sleep. Can she? Peyton nods, and then lies down on the bedspread of the dirty motel bed. Ew. I mean, really, ew. When my best friend and I drove across Canada, we stayed in all kinds of motels like this -- one of them was so gross that it had stains all over the carpet and walls, and there was dried blood on the pillows. I would so not be lying down on the bedspread. At least you know the sheets might have been washed a couple of times. I mean really. Luke offers to sleep on the floor. Peyton tells him not to be stupid. He turns off the light and lies down beside her on the bed. The pillow talk goes something like this: Peyton, I just wish there was something I could do or say to help you through this. You already have, thanks Lucas. Ah, goodnight. Ick.

Nathan walks Haley to her front door. He apologizes for putting her through that evening. She says that it's okay -- it helps her to understand him. Nathan leans on the railing and says, "You know, growing up there were certain things that were just carved in stone." Haley sits beside him. "The main one was that Dan Scott would have been a pro if he didn't pull out his knee." Nathan looks at Haley: "So, all this time he's just been feeding me this line of crap --" Haley looks back at him. "About how great he would have been, and how I'd never be as good as him. The bastard." The sky opens up, and Haley reaches her hand high into the air to tug slowly on a silver lining: "At least you know the truth now, right?" Nathan shakes his head: "I just don't know what to do with it." Nathan sighs, Haley hugs him, kisses him, and then says goodnight. Blah, she's there, blah, if he needs her blah. Just as she's about to go into her front door, Nathan says, "Remember how I said my family's so screwed up nothing new would make a difference?" Yeah. "I was wrong." With that, Nathan walks down the stairs and out into the night, and for once, Haley doesn't run after him.