Shawn ran out the class door and through the main building's door. He had no idea where he was going but didn't feel like stopping and figuring out. When he reached the main street he continued to run as fast as he could getting as far away from the others as possible. He headed down the street still sprinting, dodging people as he went.

Shawn eventually lost his breath about a quarter of a mile away from where he had begun. He came upon this small bookstore and decided to go in. The store was a picture perfect typical bookstore. It was lined with hundreds upon hundreds of books of all sorts. One area has a sign over it saying used books. He went over and picked one out. On the back cover it read: David hadn't seen his father in fifteen years. Suddenly his mother is killed and he is faced with the problem of getting to know his father, his stepmother, and stepsiblings for the first time while also coping with the death. Day by day David learns something new about his father until he finds something out that will haunt him for the rest of his life...

Shawn put the book back on the shelf. He thought to himself, "I don't want to read any book that will ever come close to reality. Another book caught Shawn's eye. Dark Shadows. "Aren't all shadows dark?" he thought. He looked at the back cover. Instead of a summary were reviews. One read," the perfect book to take you from reality and put you into a fantastical, spine-tingling place."

"Perfect," he said. He took out his wallet as he walked over to the register. Shawn paid the $4.95 and sat down in a large lounge chair and began to read.

"It was a dark and stormy night the night of February 15, 1734, in Riverbrook, Massachusetts. Paul Caston lay in bed looking up at the straw ceiling. He recalled an old story his grandfather had told him about the Riverbrook horseman..."

Shawn continued to read. He read for a solid two and a half hours before his eyes started to get tired. He looked down at his watch to find it was 5:30. He figured that he couldn't stay at the store over night and would have to eventually go home and face Cory and Topanga. He wished Eric were there to lighten the mood. He stood up and left the store making sure he knew the address so that he would be able to find it again. While heading back to the apartment he continued to read his book surprised by each chapter. He would look ahead every minute or so to make sure that he was on the correct street but other than that didn't take his eye off the book. At 6:10 he reached home and sat down to relax in one of the lounge chairs but was soon disturbed by the noise coming from Cory and Topanga's apartment.

Shawn went next door to see what the matter was to find Topanga and Cory talking frantically on cell phones. They turned to Shawn when he walked in.

"Where have you been!" Topanga said surprised by his entrance.

"Out," he said somewhat confused.

"We have been searching for you for two hours now! You could have at least called!" Cory said upset with his best friend.

"I'm sorry!" Shawn says with a little offense, "I just had a few things that I had to get off my back. I'm sorry if that got in the way of your plans!"

Topanga walks over to Shawn and put her arm over his shoulder.

"Shawn," said Topanga calmly, "We just wanted to know where you were. You did quite the disappearing act on us. Where did you go?"

"Just...around. If you don't mind I have had a pretty long day and would like to get some time alone."

Cory was about to mention that he had had over two hours to himself but decided not to push Shawn's limits.

Shawn went back to his chair and continued to read Dark Shadow. The story continued to shock him every chapter and it just became better and better as it went along.

Meanwhile, next door, things weren't going as well. Cory was making some dinner but couldn't make concentrate hard enough.

"Cory, maybe I should make dinner."

"Why?" he asked somewhat surprised.

""Because, honey, your brother Joshua could do a better job." She answered looking down at the burned tomato sauce. It was starting to bubble. She took it off the burner and poured it out. Cory, stepping out of her way went to sit down at the table. He sat there looking at the empty space on the wall thinking of Shawn's recent actions.

"Hey Topanga? Do you think Turner has changed? I mean, changed in a way that would upset Shawn?" Cory asked seriously.

"Well, I don't know. I realize that he may be different but not so much that it would upset him. We haven't really seen who Mr. Turner is now, he maybe he's the exact opposite of what we knew or he may be exactly alike." Topanga began to stir the new sauce. "Also," she began, "it's possible that seeing Mr. Turner with the crutches today made Shawn think of the accident, and we both know he still blames himself as the cause."

Cory looked down. He was worried about Shawn. He didn't want his best friend to hurt, but at the same time he felt that this was one of those times where Shawn needed to work things out for himself. However hard it may be.