Here's the 7th chapter, everyone! I hope y'all enjoy it. Meanwhile, have a Happy Thanxgiving this coming Thursday! Eat a lot of turkey and watch a good (American) football game!

Corey: That's a pretty good idea, Corey. You should be writing stories as well, with all the ideas you have in that head of yours.

chyp: Thanx.

Mythica: It is pretty interesting, now that I think about it. And you raise a good question: why exactly is Matt getting false premonitions? I can think of a few reasons; can you?

Raya: Sam is quite crazy! I might go so far as to say she's a bit dense, but at this point, I can't be bothered to elaborate…

Matthew and Wesley slept in slightly the next morning. They had exhausted themselves the night before by talking too much, so they were in quite a rush when they hurried out to campus. They both bypassed their usual breakfast and headed straight for the nearest fast food restaurant, McDonald's. What had taken them by surprise the most was the fact that James had left before either of them could ask him about his alleged date. They both drove down the highway in Matthew's forest green Acura, yawning between pieces of a broken conversation.

"Good for him," Matthew said.

"He said it like he wasn't happy about it," Wesley observed. "Like he didn't want to go out on the date at all."

"Well, that's his call," Matthew said. "He'll tell us about it when he's ready."

"Or we'll find out anyway," Wesley joked. "Can we stop somewhere else? I'm starving! The McDonald's didn't do it for me this morning."

"Classes start in about five minutes," Matthew said, "and we're still at least fifteen minutes away from Oxford. Try your best to hold it. And if that doesn't work, drink your spit."

"That's nasty," Wesley said, grimacing. "We're gonna be late anyway; we might as well take our time."

After a successful speech, Wesley finally persuaded Matthew to stop for another meal. They stopped at a Sonic because it was quick, Matthew claimed. After ordering, Wesley decided to change the radio. He was sick of listening to the morning news talk. He turned the dial to his favorite morning show, where the DJs were having their usual morning comedic conversation about nothing in particular.

"What are you doing?" Matthew asked. "I was listening to that!"

"No," Wesley claimed, "you were staring at the breakfast menu. They weren't talking about anything, anyway."

"And these people are?" Matthew asked.

They argued all the way to Oxford until they both got out of the car. Matthew had parked in the far parking lot; since they had arrived late, all of the good spots were taken. For the most part, the argument had dissipated and turned into a synchronization of their schedules so that they could leave at the same time. Matthew had decided that it would be easier if they had gone in one car today, since they were late.

"My last class is at three," Wesley said. "It gets out at around four fifteen. After that, I don't think I have any major business here."

"Great," Matthew said. "I have class until about two thirty, but I was planning on going to the library to do a little research for a paper. How about you meet me at the library when your class is out. I'll still be there."

"Okay," Wesley said, looking at his watch. "Listen, we're already too late to walk into class without drawing attention, so let's just go to the Student Center and watch TV or something."

"Sounds great to me," Matthew said.

They made their way to Oxford's Student Center, also known as the Rathskellar, into the common area where a large television was perched on a stand against the wall. The channel was turned to CNN. A few other students were already inside, watching the current events of the day. Wesley checked his mailbox, while Matthew took a seat. The two of them lazily watched the news for the next hour, when Wesley jumped up.

"Crap!" he exclaimed. "I gotta go or else I'll be late for my next class. Two in a row is just lazy."

"I don't have class until after this period," Matthew said. "I'll see you later, Homeboy."

"Bye," Wesley said as he grabbed his backpack and shuffled out of the Rathskellar with some of the other students.

Matthew spent the next half hour looking at more news before he grew bored and wanted to walk around. He went inside the bookstore, which was in an area adjacent to the lounging area, and perused the merchandise. Of course it was way too expensive and not worth the price, so he only looked at it. Still, he admitted, the store did have some nice things.

He walked out of the bookstore with an Oxford baseball cap and a Coca-Cola as he grabbed a copy of The Spoke, the school's newspaper. He sat at a table back in the lounge and glanced at the paper as he drank his soda. As usual, there was nothing of interest in the first few pages, but as he started to flip to the next page, his mind went dark as a flood of images invaded his mind once again. James is knocking on a professor's door before entering. He walks in and sees a student walk into a wall, but instead of hitting it, the student walks through it. James' mouth drops in disbelief.