As much as Summer enjoyed and loved G.E.O.R.G.E., she missed the niggling pain in her ass that was a scrawny, lanky, comic-loving nerd. Deciding to take a little breather from G.E.O.R.G.E., Summer found herself travelling to Berkeley. Ryan and Seth, after all, were joined at the hip; rather than wasting her time by travelling back to Newport, she figured she'd skip over a step and make her way to Chino's new grill. After all, she couldn't quite trust him to do the environmentally friendly thing. He was from Chino and had Seth as a best friend; it was a hopeless living arrangement that Summer wanted to fix with a surprise visit.

After fussing around and finding many people who actually knew who Atwood was, which was a culture shock unto itself, Summer found herself outside of his door. It even had one of those cute whiteboards on the front. She thought about writing some message on it, perhaps a quote from a teen horror movie that would, no doubt, scare Cohen shitless, but she decided that she'd been on her feet for way too long and needed a bed to crash on for a few moments. Besides, she kind of missed Atwood's stoic face that didn't really form any expressions other than intense anger, intense confusion, or intense brooding.

Curling her fingers into a tight fist, she bashed her knuckles hard against the door and continued to do so relentlessly until he opened it. Without that social life of his, she thought there was a guarantee he'd be curled up inside putting his brooding muscles to the test.