Ha, I'm on a roll for the time being! I'm still working to get this story done in the next couple days!

James and Matthew sat in the living room, slightly uneasy, waiting for Wesley. The clock in the room indicated that it was six thirty, just thirty minutes before seven o'clock. James worried that he would be late for his date with Sam, while Matthew secretly wondered if he would be able to make his date with Ariana. Wesley finally walked through the door, holding the books that he was supposed to have returned.

"That damn boy got me so caught up trying to chase him," he said, waving the books, "that by the time I made it to the library it was closed. They wouldn't let me in."

"You could've just dropped them in the box," Matthew suggested.

"They're doing construction," Wesley said. "I couldn't find the temporary drop box. I swear, the little things are gonna drive me crazy!"

"Well calm down," James said. "We have bigger things to deal with."

James, Matthew, and Wesley spent the next fifteen minutes exchanging information between each other. James and Matthew found out about the mysterious stranger's ability to glimmer, while Wesley learned of his weird power. After assessing the situation, they decided that whatever his intentions were, he needed to be stopped before he hurt anyone.

"I guess tonight's plans are out the window," James said, looking at his watch. "Damn! When I get my hands on this guy, he's gonna wish he never met me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a voice said as a figure glimmered into the room. James' mouth flew open as the last person he thought he would see there materialized in front of him.

"Sam?" James asked.

"Hi," she said. "I don't have much time to explain, so just listen. I know this is a shock, but it's nothing compared to what I have to tell you."

"We'll, uh," Matthew interrupted, "give you two some privacy."

"But I wanna hear, too," Wesley whined.

"We'll be in the kitchen," Matthew said, pulling Wesley behind him, "trying to find out what our friend's up to."

"Thanks," James said, ignoring Wesley's whining.

"You better sit down," Sam said.

"She's a Guardian?" Wesley asked Matthew.

"I guess so," Matthew answered. "Jimmy'll fill us in on that later. We need to try and figure out the location of my premonition."

"Why would she keep that a secret?" Wesley muttered. "I wonder what they're talking about."

"Focus!" Matthew said, smacking Wesley on the back of his head.

"Ow!" Wesley yelped, rubbing his head. "Tell me what you saw."

"Just a long hall with doors," Matthew said. "I think they were offices, but I have no idea where. I saw…a sign hanging overhead. Physics, I think it said."

"Where's your list?" Wesley asked. "It sounds like a college."

"Oh yeah," Matthew said, pulling out the paper from his pocket. Upon examining it, he saw that there was only one instance of the word "physics" on there.

"Benjamin Keating," Wesley read, "Professor of Physics at Georgia Institute of Technology. Well let's go."

"You go warm up the car," Matthew said. "I need to make a call. I have to…cancel my appointment for tutoring."

"You can't cancel this late," Wesley said. "You need to go to that. Jimmy and I can handle it."

"I," Matthew began before being cut off.

"Matt," Wesley said, "I'm not joking. I take education very seriously. Don't worry about us. We're big boys."

Wesley walked back into the living room, where Sam stood over James, who was apparently passed out on the sofa. She was fanning him, but he remained out cold.

"What happened out here?" he asked with a quizzical expression.

"He passed out," Sam replied. "I can't get him to come to."

"I can take care of that," Wesley said, smiling.

He walked over to James and started slapping him repeatedly on the cheeks. At first nothing happened, but as Wesley applied more vigor James slowly stirred awake. Wesley looked at Sam and grinned. James gradually worked himself upright on the sofa, massaging his face. It felt like something stung him.

"I don't feel good," James said.

"How do you feel?" Wesley asked, sitting on the sofa.

"Like this," James responded, smacking Wesley hard across his cheek.

"Ow!" Wesley yelled out for the second time. "Y'all are gonna get enough of that. Anyway, we need to get going. Matt and I know where the boy is headed, but we don't know when it's gonna go down, so we should hurry."

"Where's Matt?" James asked.

"He had to go tutoring," Wesley said. "He'll catch up after."

"Before we go," James said, "you better hear this. That boy, the one we're after, is…is…"

"Is what?" Wesley asked, looking to Sam for an answer.

"He's," Sam said slowly, "your nephew. Jimmy's his father…and…I'm…his mother."

"Okay," Wesley said skeptically, reaching for the phone.

"What are you doing?" James asked him.

"Calling Jerry Springer," Wesley replied. James pulled him back by the shirt. "I'm just kidding, people. Well, uh, do y'all know why he's here?"

"No," Sam said, "but it can't be for a good reason."

"Why didn't he talk to us?" Wesley asked. "I mean, he was here, but left before we could talk to him."

"He's in trouble," James said.

"Well we need to go," Wesley urged them. "You can fill me in on the drama in the car, which I'm actually looking forward to now!"

"Shut up," James said. "You drive."