She calls Michael from the jail while Rick is off speaking to Fergus.
"Caroline?" Michael says, forcefully, before she has even spoken a word. "Is that you? Where the fuck are you?"
"Bassing," she responds flatly.
He is silent for a moment. Then, "Bassing? You cannot be fucking serious."
"Do you know how much that wedding cost my parents, Caroline? Do you have any fucking idea?" He is furious, and she wants to laugh.
"I'm in jail."
Now he is apoplectic, and it is hilarious. "In jail? You know what, Caroline? You are too fucking much. You have made me look like a complete ass—"
"I don't love you anymore."
"What—" and she hangs up.
She waits outside the impound lot while Rick retrieves her car, Fergus having informed him that he would not be pressing charges for the trespassing once he learned who Caroline was. The sun is coming up, a red pool forming over the peaks of distant mountains. Caroline does not need to take her eyes off of it to feel Jonathan reappear beside her, the two of them leaning against the wrought iron fence and gazing off toward the gilded horizon.
"Thanks for the ride, Caro," he says. "I should probably be getting home now, though."
She feels his shoulder brush against hers as he stands up straight, both hands brushing at the front of his denim jacket in that way he always used to do.
Caroline feels tears biting the corners of her eyes. "No, thank you, Jonathan," she says. "Thank you for being my friend."
He turns to her and smiles that broad smile of his, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A friend in need is a friend indeed. Catch you some day, Caro."
And he walks away, hands in the pockets of his jacket, out toward the horizon and the red fan of the sunrise and the gilded mountaintops. The tears are on her cheeks now, and she thinks for a moment she may fall to her knees and sob, but instead she cries out, "Wait!"
Halfway across the parking lot, he stops and turns.
"I want to know," she says. "I want to know why, Jonathan! Tell me why."
His face, gently shadowed by the dawn, is suddenly sad. "I'm sorry, Caro," he calls. "You'll never know." He turns as if to leave but pauses, looking back over his shoulder. "But know this: I'm proud of you." And then he is gone, as if swallowed into the golden body of the emerging sun.
And Caroline does fall to her knees and sob.
She is wiping the last of her tears on the sleeve of Rick's coat when he pulls up in her car.
"Everything all right?" he asks.
"No," she says. Then, "yes." She sniffles, breathes in deeply. "I feel good. I feel...free."
"Okay," Rick nods his head. "Okay, that's good. Free is good." For a moment, he is quiet, and his eyes drop to the ground. After a moment, he looks up at her again, and his words seem to rush from his mouth. "Suns coming up already. Crazy night, huh? You wanna maybe get some breakfast or something? I know a diner that'll be open by now. Amazing eggs."
"You know what?" Caroline says, smiling. "I think I'd like that. Let's get some eggs."