Professor Williams races across the field to see if he can save Byron's life.
As he turns the corner of the guest house, he's shocked to see how much trouble Byron is in. Byron's blood sparkles in the sun.
The professor reaches down and shakes Byron violently trying to revive him.
Byron gargles. His eyes flit open.
The professor realizes to his surprise that Byron is still alive! He drags his body in through the back door, down the small hallway and up the stairs to the small bedroom in the basement.
The professor gets a cold compress and quickly dabs Byron's forehead with it.
Byron isn't in as bad a shape as the professor thought he would be.
"Hang in there, Byron. We'll get you back to health in no time. You'll get over this, I promise you." the professor pleads. Inside the professor knows that he has got a lot of work ahead of him. It's written all over his face.
*****
As Cameron races through the streets to confront Tracy about what he's seen, he gets flashes of the photograph of Tracy and Trevor kissing on the patio. Where and when did this happen? he thinks to himself.
The more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes.
*****
Back at Tracy's house:
Tracy continues her life-drawing of Trevor.
"Trevor you're doing great. You're an excellent model." Tracy giggles.
As she draws the curves of this form she secretly becomes aroused. She knows that she is partly doing this to forget what her father has just said on the phone. News that he is coming to Foxport is too much information right now...
How on earth was she going to tell her father, the well-known diamonds magnate George Cinte, that she is pregnant? What would he do when he knows who the real father is? Would she be able to convincingly sell her father a story with Cameron playing th role as a suitable father for their "accidental" pregancy?
Tracy decides in this very moment, to take things one step at a time. She realizes that in order to get over this new chapter as quickly and as painlessly as possible, she was going to have to think on her toes... doing this drawing, right now, seems to ease the pain...
Confused and scared, Tracy looks at Trevor's body, slowly beginning to get that sense of comfort she so badly needs.
Who is Tracy supposed to turn to? Could Tracy trust Trevor with her darkest secret?
How did things get to be this way anyway? Tracy demands herself to answer.
Tracy realizes the relationship with Trevor is moving fast. First, they were friends, now they were secret lovers, but could Trevor also be the confidante she so badly needs?
Now getting lost in drawing Trevor's smooth bare body, she thinks... yes.
