(A knock at the door catches Lynn off guard.)
Lynn: (groan) Great, who can that be now.......
(Lynn opens the door, and Clyde falls to the ground, apparently having leaned against it.)
Lynn: Clyde? What are you doing here?
Clyde: I saw your parents just get taken away by the police! What's going on?
Lynn: Well, they're going to do some...interrogating.
(Clyde notices her bruises.)
Clyde: Where did you get these injuries?
Lynn: I....fell down the stairs.
(She giggles nervously. Clyde doesn't seem to get suspicious by her obvious lie.)
Clyde: Well, what about Lincoln? Did they find them?
Lynn: They found him.
Clyde: Where is he now? In his room?
(Clyde walks in and began to go up the stairs. As he was approaching Lincoln's room, Lynn runs in front of him.)
Clyde: Lynn, what's the meaning of this?
Lynn: Uh, Linc's just....sleeping right now. You know with him going missing and all, he'd be pretty bushed.
Clyde: Well, I'll just come back later.
Lynn: He-he's sick.
Lynn: Yup, h