Okay, kids, here's the newest chapter in the latest long and drawn out story that I'm writing! As usual, I hope y'all enjoy it!

Raya: I hope so, too. And just to stay on your case, 'suspence' is not a word. I think this British thing is slowly messing up your head!

chyp: Appreciative!

James sighed as he walked to Dr. Gilkeson's office. He had already endured as much embarrassment as he could take for the day; now he had to go to his office and talk about why his cell phone rang during class. James felt like he had been suddenly jerked back into childhood. It was insane for two adults to be having such a conversation. Instances such as this only made James hate Dr. Gilkeson that much more. Still, he figured, he might as well try and ask for some clarification on a few parts of the textbook. How much worse could it get, he thought to himself.

It was just after lunchtime. James had finished eating and it took fifteen minutes for him to traverse the campus to get to the Chemistry building, where Dr. Gilkeson's office was located. He hastily walked in and looked at the directory on the wall. He had to go up two flights and all the way down the hall. He closed his mouth and swallowed spit as he opted to take the stairs, wanting to prolong this for as long as he could. As he reached the fourth stair, his cell phone rang again.

"Yeah?" James called into the phone.

"Jimmy!" Matthew shouted. "Whatever you do, don't go inside your teacher's office! It's…"

"Matt," James said, cutting Matthew off, "I'm not in the mood to talk about this now."

With that he clicked off the phone and turned it off. He was in a bad enough mood because of Matthew; the last thing he wanted right now was to talk to him. Of course it wasn't Matthew's fault in the first place, but he needed someone other than himself to blame.

"He hung up on me!" Matthew said.

"I'll try," Wesley said, grabbing Matthew's cell phone.

"He probably turned it off," Matthew reasoned. "I think he's pissed at me."

"For what?" Wesley asked. "Being too nosy?"

"For getting him in trouble in his class," Matthew said. "He should've had the phone on vibrate."

"Right," Wesley agreed. "If he got in that much trouble just for having a phone go off in class, what the hell kind of class is he in, kindergarten?"

"We have to get to him," Matthew said as he punched on the accelerator.

"Matt," Wesley said, covering his eyes with his hands, "we're still ten minutes away from Emory. If he's going in, he's going in. He can take care of himself. Besides, now I have to use another absence. I don't get but three per semester. You're crazy. Next time, you're on your own."

James hesitantly knocked on Dr. Gilkeson's door. No one answered, but he could hear faint traces of people talking. He looked at his watch. It was twelve fifty, exactly ten minutes earlier than he had been told to come. He knocked again, but still his knocks went unanswered. He put his ear to the door and couldn't distinguish anything, but could definitely hear voices. He had come too far to go back now, so he boldly opened the door.

Walking in, he was just able to see someone walking into a wall, except instead of bumping into it, the student walked right through it. James did a double take and his mouth dropped as he took in what he had just seen. People didn't normally walk through walls, at least not to his knowledge, and Matthew was an exception. He looked around the office; everything else looked to be in order. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He examined the wall. When he touched it, it only felt like a normal wall. He slowly leaned against it, but nothing happened. For the next few minutes, James pushed on various parts of the walls, looking for any kind of clue that would give insight into the situation.

He spent so much time looking around that he put the meeting with Dr. Gilkeson out of his mind. If what he saw was real, and if it happened in this particular professor's office, then something definitely had to be going on, he thought. And if something was going on, then there was a pretty good chance that Dr. Gilkeson was a part of it. Either way, James figured, whatever was going on wasn't good, and his suspicions were soon confirmed.

As he inched back toward the door, the wall suddenly rippled and out came the man James had come to see, but there was something different about him. His eyes were completely dilated; both of his eyes were completely black with no white whatsoever. Otherwise, he looked the same. He was wearing a brown suit and holding a briefcase. Not knowing quite what to do, James took a defensive stance as he continuously crept to the door. Dr. Gilkeson only stretched his neck.

"Nice of you to drop in," he said to James, "but you've come a little too early. I trust you've acquainted yourself with the office?"

"I knew you weren't quite right," James said. "What's going on here?"

"You've stumbled onto something you have no idea about," Dr. Gilkeson said, "but since you're here, I guess I could modify my plans a bit."

"Wrong," James corrected with a sly smile on his face. "You've stumbled onto something you have no idea about."