The following Wednesday, just one week later, the restless feeling was back. This time I didn’t want to drink by myself. I called some of my old high school friends from Oxnard to see if they wanted to go out to a couple of our favorite bars and have a few drinks. The plan was to meet at my parents’ house at 7:00 p.m. and then go out on the town. Oxnard was only an hour drive from Isla Vista, so instead of driving back after a night on the town, I’d stay at my parents’ house that night. I arrived early in Oxnard. My parents were happy to see me, fo course, and to find out how I was doing. “Everything is just fine,” was my answer when they asked. “I’m going out with my friends and would like to spend the night at home.” They loved the idea of me at home again, even if it was just for a night.