And a Happy Thanxgiving to everybody who celebrated it! We actually got a turkey delivered here in Japan and had a chance to party it up American style, the only way to party anything up! It was good times, but eventually I ended up having to clean up since the party was at my house… It's the bad that comes with the good…

chyp: Thanx!

Caught off guard from the vision, Matthew abruptly dropped the soda and it spilled all over the floor. He rushed to the bathroom and took an entire roll of toilet tissue. He unraveled the entire roll and soaked the soda off the floor. His movements had become more rushed as he began to forget things. He ran out of the Rathskellar at once to find Wesley, but realized that he left his bag inside. He sprinted back in to get it, then was on his way to Seney Hall, where almost all of the Psychology classes were held. He was just about there when he suddenly remembered that he had neglected to throw away the soda and the toilet tissue he had used to clean up. He groaned and once again returned to the Rathskellar to dispose of everything. This time, he walked out of the door, but not before double-checking to see if he had gotten everything.

He walked nervously around the first floor, peeking through the narrow window slits to see if Wesley was inside any of the rooms. His peeping was only returned with strange looks from other students, as well as a few laughs, but he was a welcome distraction most of the time as the others' lectures droned on and on. He dashed upstairs to try his luck and was met with the same stares and the same results. He went to the third floor, but was disappointed yet again. He thought about his latest vision; although his brothers had convinced themselves that Matthew's visions were not always as important as they seemed, they had not been able to fully convince Matthew. He wasn't exactly sure when the event was going to take place, but he knew that something was definitely going on. Walking quickly down the stairs (the fourth floor was used for administrative purposes), he exited Seney Hall and proceeded to call James on his cellular phone.

"I'm in class," James whispered. "What is it?"

"You picked up the phone in class?" Matthew asked.

"Well," James replied angrily, "it accidentally went off in class and Dr. Gilkeson told me to answer it. Now everybody's watching, so what do you want?"

"I had a…" Matthew started to say before he saw that there were some people walking around him, "…a feeling…that something is gonna happen to you today and I just wanted to let you know that I don't know witch way it will turn out, so be careful."

"Matt," James said, "you're not making any sense. I gotta go; I've had enough embarrassment for one day."

James ended the conversation and Matthew was left with nothing but a dial tone. He spent the next fifteen minutes looking inside other buildings, but finally gave up. Walking back to the Student Center, he stopped as the bell tower in Seney Hall rang majestically, signaling that it was eleven forty-five, and that classes were over for that period.

He turned around and waited on the Quad as students piled out of all of the academic buildings, some headed to their next class, some retiring to their dormitories, some taking a break at the Student Center. After straining his eyes for ten minutes, he finally spotted Wesley walking outside of Pierce Hall, where science classes were usually held.

"This next test is gonna be hard," Wesley was saying to his friend, Aaron. "I think Celina, Patrick, and Terrance were setting up a study group later next week. You goin'?"

"Probably," Aaron answered. "I need all the help I can get. Hey, there's Matt."

"Hey, Matt," Wesley said casually, examining Matthew's cap. "You went to the bookstore, didn't you?"

"Later," Matthew said. "Hi, Aaron. Listen, there's a situation and we need to go handle it."

"What kind of situation?" Wesley asked. "A situation?"

"Yeah," Matthew said. "Sorry, Aaron, but we need to leave right now. It's an emergency."

"That's cool," Aaron said. "Let me know about that study group, then."

"Okayyyy!" Wesley shouted as Matthew yanked him and hurried him to the parking lot. "What's going on? Where are we going?"

"I had a vision," Matthew said. "We need to get to Jimmy."

"You're going off of a premonition?" Wesley asked. "You don't even know when it's gonna happen, or if it's worth anything!"

"I saw Jimmy going into some professor's office and seeing a student walk through a wall," Matthew explained. "I think that qualifies as being worth something."

"Matt," Wesley said, "your premonitions are random. Plus, you don't even know where we're going when we get to Emory. Did you check that out?"

"Damn!" Matthew cursed. "I left that copy of the newspaper back in the Rathskellar. Do you have a copy on you?"

"Yeah," Wesley said, pulling out a newspaper. "What are you looking for?"

"Anything about Emory," Matthew answered as they made it to the car.

"But everything is about Emory," Wesley said.

"Not Oxford," Matthew corrected, "Emory!"

"The only thing about the main campus," Wesley read, "is in the 'Emory College Report Card' section. Seems like this one chemistry professor, Dr. Gilkeson, got an 'F' as the worst professor ever."

"Anything else?" Matthew asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Nope," Wesley said, flipping through the rest of the paper. "That's all."

"Then that's who we're going to see," Matthew proclaimed. "It must be his office that Jimmy's going to. Come to think of it, he said that professor's name when I talked to him a while ago."

"You already called him?" Wesley asked.

Matthew filled Wesley in on the details of the premonition, although what he had seen was pretty self-explanatory. However, they both talked about possible reasons behind the premonition; there were too many reasons to count as they thought up idea after idea. All the while, Matthew sped the two of them to the main campus, located about forty miles from Oxford College.