In a Fancy French restaurant on a Saturday night, Rachel Bentley uncomfortably sat across from her college professor. Nervously looking, around she noticed that they were the only two people in the restaurant. The lit candles on the table suggested that it was a romantic dinner.
"I'd like to thank you for going on this date with me," said the professor.
A look of puzzlement covered Rachel's face. "This isn't a date," she said.
"Of course it is!" the professor said, pouring wine into two wineglasses. "I like to think of wine as a beverage for lovers. Wouldn't you agree?"
Rachel gave the plump, balding man a rather disgusted look as she cried out, "Ew!"
Then all of a sudden - BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! - Rachel awoke to the noise of her obnoxious alarm clock. She jolted up in her bed and looked around the room. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that she was still in her bedroom with no professor in sight. "Thank goodness. It was only a dream," she said as she turned off her alarm clock and flopped back in a lying position. The thought of going on a date with that man was enough to make her sick. "Ew," she mumbled to herself.
After she had recovered from the repugnant dream, she got out of bed and went through her morning routine. After she had dressed and was ready to start the day, she entered the living room of her apartment to find her roommate, Stephanie, sitting on the couch watching TV with a bowl of cereal. When Stephanie looked away from the television and saw Rachel, she said, "Hey. You're not going to believe this, but last night I had a dream that you and Professor Ogleman were on a date."
"That's so weird. I had that same dream," Rachel said.
"Whoa. Eerie," said Stephanie. "Do you have classes today?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Which means Ogleman is going to be ogling me all day," Rachel said with a dreadful sigh. "I don't think I've ever met a more repulsive man in my life."
Rachel glanced at the clock. Noticing what time it is, she said, "I'd better get going. I don't want to be late for class."
"You're not going to eat anything before you go?" Stephanie asked.
"I don't think I can keep anything down after that dream I had," Rachel said as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. "See you later!"
"Have a good day!" Stephanie called out.
Rachel rode the elevator down. When she had reached the first floor she exited the building, starting her short walk to school. She lives only a few blocks away from Harvard University, the college she attends. Because of her high IQ she was offered a scholarship. She was lucky enough to get such a rare opportunity, so of course she accepted. Her family doesn't make much money, so without the scholarship she wouldn't have been able to further her education.
She arrived at school in less than ten minutes. Walking through the entrance gate and onto school grounds, she enters the proper building and into the room where her class is held. She takes a seat, and from her bag she takes the textbook necessary for class. Soon the class starts. As Rachel took notes, she couldn't help but feel but fell like someone was watching her. She looked up at Professor Ogleman to find him staring at her. He was lecturing the class, but to Rachel it was like he was talking only to her. Then when their eyes met, the professor winked at her. Rachel turned her head down at her notes to try and hide the grimace on her face. She stayed like that for the rest of the class, except for a couple of times when the professor drew and example on the board. When class was dismissed a feeling of relief washed over her. As she stood to leave that feeling of relief seemed to vanish when she heard the professor say, "Rachel, may I have a word with you?"
She faked a smile as she turned to face him, and said, "Of course, Professor." A cocky smile made its way onto his face, and instantly she knew he was going to hit on her.
"You know, I had a dream about you last night," said Professor Ogleman as he leaned on one of the many tables in the room with his arms folded over his chest. Rachel's eyes widened a bit when she heard this.
"Oh, really? You don't say," she said with false interest.
It couldn't have been the same dream Stephanie and I had, she thought to herself.
"I was just thinking," said the professor, "how would you like to do something with me this Saturday?"
"What did you have in mind?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, I was thinking maybe a candlelit dinner. Just the two of us," the professor said in a flirtatious manner. Rachel's eyes widen even more.
Oh my God, it is the same dream! she thought.
"This Saturday? I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm working that night," she said nervously. Looking at her watch, she said, "Oh, look at the time. I'd better go or I'm going to be late for my next class. I'll see you later!" She hastily grabbed her bag and left the room, making her quick escape. With a sigh, she muttered, "I dodged the bullet on that one."
Meanwhile in Westchester, New York, another professor is observing the girl. He concentrates for a moment, and then he relaxes. Removing the headpiece from his bald head, he telepathically communicates with one of his comrades, "Scott, I've found another mutant. Tell Ororo, then meet me in the hangar."
"Yes, Professor," the man named Scott communicated back.
The professor wheeled himself out of the giant dome-like room, making his way down the halls of his mansion, and into a hangar containing a jet. A man and a woman stood waiting for him. The three of them boarded the jet.
"Where are we off to?" asked the woman named Ororo, as she took the controls of the jet.
"Cambridge, Massachusetts," said the professor.
"What's so special about this new mutant that we have to go meet him right away?" asked Scott.
"Not him, Scott, her. And as to what is special about her - well, you'll find out soon enough."