John Jameson woke up to see his worried colleagues watching over him. He tried to sit up, but he felt nauseous and quickly laid back down.

"Easy, buddy," said James. He had a lean build with black hair and brown eyes. He was usually the quiet type, but John had easily made friends with James. In fact, James was one of his best friends at NASA.

"What happened?" asked John groggily as he placed his hand on his forehead.

"Morgan said you passed out-is that true?" asked James, "That's not like you, John."

John scrunched his forehead-trying to remember what happened, but all he could draw was a blank. John slowly nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. I can't remember anything else."

"You sure?" asked Jim-his other friend. He looked similar to that Olympic swimmer-Michael Phelps. The only exception was that he had black hair instead of brown. John vaguely remembered talking to Morgan, but he didn't know what. He also had that strange feeling that he was missing something. But what? What am I missing? John just nodded again. He guessed he just didn't feel great right then and there.

"Hey, John, are you OK?" John turned to see Morgan.

"Morgan, do you remember what happened after I got off?"

"Yeah, we were talking about the-uh-little wedding thing, and then, you just fainted."

"Are you sure?" asked John, feeling odd. Something just didn't feel right. It was as if Morgan was holding something back.

Morgan nodded. "What? You don't trust me?"

"No, no, it's not that," replied John quickly. "Look I just need some rest, right now."

"Hey, don't forget that you have to get to NYC by Sunday. Today's Friday. You've gotta book a flight tomorrow," said James.

"Don't worry." They all turned to see Morgan. "I gotta go to NYC by Sunday, too. I'll book a flight for both of us."

"No, it's-"

"That'd be great, Morgan," interrupted Jim.

"All right, I'll see ya then." Morgan left while Jim and James turned back to John.

"I don't like him," said John with narrowed eyes. "Something's not right about him...I just can't place my finger on it."

"Oh, come on. He's a nice guy. A little clumsy and kinda quiet, but other than that, he's cool," replied James, "Besides, you've been getting suspicious about everything ever since that little wedding incident."

"I hate to admit it, but James' right on that one. Come on, Morgan's just another scientist. What would he do?" asked Jim.

"Well, there was another scientist back home-"

"Morgan's not crazy," interrupted James, "He's not obsessed with his work either. Don't worry. Geesh, John, living in the city has really gotten to you. Maybe you should stay in Florida more often."

"Just get some rest. You've got a long weekend ahead of you. We gotta run-we'll talk to ya tomorrow," said Jim as he started to head out with James following close behind.

"Yeah, see ya," replied John as he watched them leave. He closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. What was it about Morgan? Was it his attitude, his appearance? Something in John's brain told him that Morgan was up to no good, and whatever it was, he had to find out.