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Ok everyone, I hope you liked the last chapter and that it made sense and all that. I'm going to alter the format a little bit, just to make it easier for me to write and for you to understand.

Chapter Ten: Philadelphia General

SHAWN'S POV:

            I sat quietly in the hard folding chair I had been given, but I had a hard time keeping my mind on the converaation. I kept trying to catch Angela's eye, and to try and to convey to her that I had finally taken control of my life, I how sorry I was for hurting her. When our eyes finally met, she dropped her eyes before I'd even had  a chance to tell her anything. I remembered a show I had seen once on ESP and communicating with my mind, but nothing seemed to work.. Cory and Topanga walked back into the room. It was such a tragedy that they hadn't stayed together. Perhaps there is no such thing as love after all…

Mr. Mathews' POV:

            I saw my son and the woman he left, like the stupid kid that he was. I put my arm around Amy, and felt such thankfulness that I had her. I cleared my throat, and began to address the group of young people seated in my living room.

            "Thank you all for coming. Anyway, I'll get right down to business. Last night, Mr. Feeny had a heart attack. He is now in critical condition at Philadelphia General. I know you are all grown up, so I'll be honest with you. They really don't think he's going to make it through the night. The only visitors allowed are family, so basically all we can do is sit here and pray, and wait. Feel free, however, to go do what you please. Just try and be back here by 6:00, we're going to go to Chubby's for dinner." I said. The kids nodded their agreement, and I wondered where they would go.

Angela's POV:

            After Mr. Mathew's said we could go, I knew exactly where I wished to be.

            "I would really like to go to John Adam's, just to see what it looks like now. But, I need someone to go with me and drive and all that," I said, hoping someone would go with me, the cripple.

            "I'd love to go with you Angela," said Topanga.

            "Me too," said Cory.

            "What about you Shawn?" I asked, just to be polite.

            "No, I think I have something else to do," he said, glancing at Jonathon Turner.

            "Ok then, lets go," I said, and we headed out to Topanga's rental car.