Writer's comment:  OK, your patience is paying off.  We're starting to get to the action now.

Janet, relieved, finally found herself at the classroom door for her chemistry class.  During the course of the day she'd somehow misplaced her campus map, and she'd spent 25 increasingly frantic minutes searching for the correct building.  She was disappointed to find that, due to her relatively late arrival, the only vacant seats were in the front row.  She hated sitting up front, as it made her feel far too conspicuous, but there wasn't much she could do about it.  At least the professor hadn't yet arrived, so hopefully she'd have at least a couple of minutes to catch her breath and regain her composure – such as it was - before class began.

With the exception of the loss of her map, thus far the day had gone well.  She was truly going to enjoy the English composition class.  Over the past couple of years, she'd taken to keeping a diary, and found the exercise of writing was simultaneously soothing and intellectually stimulating for her.  Plus, the instructor, a graduate student named Jennifer Cooper, seemed outgoing, enthusiastic and creative.  Janet did have to chuckle wryly at the first assignment, however.  The students were directed to write an essay about their "most memorable experience."  Somehow Janet suspected her college career might come to an abrupt end if she completed that assignment truthfully! 

The world history class would probably also prove interesting, but what pleased Janet the most about that class was the young woman who had been sitting next to her.  Laurie Greenfield, like Janet, was in her mid-twenties, and was returning to college after the collapse of her marriage.  After the class was over, they journeyed together to the student bookstore to buy their textbooks.  Then they headed over to the cafeteria to grab some lunch, recover from fighting the hordes at the bookstore, and get better acquainted.  The more they talked, the more they realized they had in common.  Both had married their high school sweethearts.  Both had planned to be stay-at-home wives and mothers.  Both had felt completely adrift when their marriages failed.  And both had been apprehensive about feeling "out of place" among all the younger students.  Already Janet felt as if she'd found a true friend in Laurie, and lord knows she badly needed a friend.  Betty and her other friends from high school had shunned her when she divorced Brad, and the realization of how lonely she had been suddenly hit Janet with the force of a sledgehammer.  However, maybe it was for the best; maybe Janet was meant to sever all ties with the past in her quest for a new life.  If Laurie was a sign of what was to come, she had nothing to fear.

That brave feeling had dissipated in her search for the science building, and now she sat waiting, with increasing apprehension, for the arrival of the chemistry professor.  She'd hated all her high school science classes; she simply had neither interest nor aptitude for the subject matter.  Judging from the conversations she heard around her, she was not the only one who felt that way.

"God, I can't even stand the thought of being here.  I'd hoped I was finished with science classes when I graduated from high school!" complained the girl sitting behind Janet.

Her companion agreed.  "I know.  Not only were the subjects awful, but the teachers were the worst!  Every science teacher I had was middle aged, nerdy and totally boring.  At least I hear this professor isn't like that."

The first girl sounded interested.  "What do you mean?"

"My cousin had him for a biochemistry class.  When she looked at my class schedule and saw I had him for chemistry, she told me I'd just love him.  She said he's young, good-looking, and has the most gorgeous English accent you've ever heard.  And somehow he manages to make the classes fun.  I can't believe anyone can make a chemistry class fun, but at least he should be fun to look at!"

Her friend laughed.  "Hey, and if he has an English accent, I'll love listening to him, even if I don't understand a thing he says."

Before the other girl could respond, the professor, a handsome young man with sparkling hazel eyes and a mane of dark curly hair, walked into the room…and Janet sat staring at him, frozen in shock.

It couldn't be.  It just wasn't possible.  Frank was dead…she'd seen him die.  Riff Raff had shot him, and he died.  Could he come back from the dead?  After all, he'd found a way to create life…could someone have used that knowledge to bring him back to life?

No.  Don't be ridiculous.  This man just resembles him, that's all.  Anyway, who could tell exactly what Frank looked like under all that makeup?  The English accent and scientific background?  Just coincidence.  The similarity in their names?  Another coincidence.  Besides, when he entered the classroom, he'd looked right at her, with no reaction at all.  He couldn't have totally forgotten her, not after what they'd done together.  Not after she'd given her virginity to him.  Could he??