Class ended a little bit before 3:00. Cory had paid attention the entire time after causing Professor Montgomery to break his train of thought by coming in late, for the third time in a row. Shawn, on the other hand, had paid no attention to the professor nor the fact that he was soaked with water. He was still thinking about the collision with Turner. Shawn kept mumbling to himself, "John..." and "Hunter..."
Cory and Shawn returned to the apartment at 3:30 to find Eric there with a large, turkey sandwich.
"Eric! I thought we agreed to eat together," Cory said to his brother.
"I am eating together, the turkey is with the mayo, which is with the lettuce, which is with the tomatoes and pickles. See? We are all one big happy family!" he remarked proudly.
"The shirt, the tie, the jeans, it was all the same..." Shawn said sitting down at the table.
"Shawn, what are you talking about?" Cory asked his friend while getting him a glass of water.
"Turner, it was Turner, but he was different..."
"Shawn, Mr. Turner was in a motorcycle accident. There is no way that he is in New York," Cory replied trying to get his friend to come to.
"No! It was him. I know it was. But he...he...I don't know...he was different...older...just...different."
Cory pat his friend on the shoulder. "Shawn, we are in New York now, Mr. Turner is probably in Philly."
"You're wrong! He was the man I bumped into. But he had....a...a cane," Shawn said still in a daze.
"Shawn, even if it was Mr. Turner. What would he be doing in New York?"
"I don't know. He...he had a lot of papers, maybe he's a professor at school. Who knows, maybe he is teaching college English."
"Shawnie, Shawnie, Shawnie. If he were teaching English it would say so in the handbook. It lists all of the professors of each major. Let's see. Journalism/English, Professor Burke, Brown, Davis, Martins, Riggs, Striker...Turner," Cory stopped and looked up at Shawn. Shawn's full attention was on Cory.
"What did you say?" he asked
Cory looked closely at the booklet. "Turner. Professor Turner, Jonathan." Cory looked up again. He took a deep breath. Shawn on the other hand, wasn't breathing. He was hyper ventilating.