Tory was still in shock as he and Colin headed back to Tory's house. Did that really happen at the drug store?

The whold outburst from Doctor Garrets, Colin looking so sick and then as chatty and cheerful as he's ever seen him. Is

there some miracle drug that helps him overcome those episodes?

Colin was talking a mile a minute. Tory was trying to pay attention, but so much was going thru his mind he

found it was difficult to concentrate Colin. "How Ironic" he thought. Then he thought about his missing notebook and that fear of dread started to overtake what had been happening with Colin tonight.

The boys arrived in front of Tory's house. The lights were out.

"I guess my mom didn't want to wait up for me". smiled Tory, rubbing his hand behind his head. He was dead tired as well.

"No problem... do you mind if I stay in your room. I kinda feel like company, if you get my drift" said Colin.

"WHAT?" thought Tory... trying not to look shocked in front of Colin.

"Ah, yeah, like an old fashioned... er... sleepover!" replied a very perplexed Tory. Maybe it was better that he didn't ask questions

and just let things take their course.

It was pitch black as the two boys ventured into the house. Colin tripped over the umbrella stand. Tory quickly grabbed him and whispered into his ear and told him to be quiet. The last thing he needed was for Paul to show up wondering what was happening... especially with Colin around. Tory was hoping to have Colin just spend the night, he would leave early in the morning and nobody

would know what had happened. But for some reason, Colin was goofy and became voiceterious.

"This is REALLY a cool house... smells friendly" said Colin.

"How does something SMELL friendly?" Tory thought as he couldn't believe what Colin was saying. It was almost as if he were drunk.

"I guess your mom is sleeping Tory" and Colin grinned.

"No kidding, now be quiet" Tory thought to himself. For the first time ever, Tory actually saw Colin as a pain and someone he DIDN'T want to be around. He was like... Mandy!

Tory didn't want to leave Colin by himself, so he put the bags from the store down to walk with him to the bedroom. As the boys made their way upstairs, he could tell Colin was getting loopier. The boy suddenly slumped into Tory's arms and fell asleep, snoring quite loudly. Tory dragged Colin the rest of the way to his room.

"Tory, did you get what I wanted from the store" his mom said thru her closed bedroom door.

"Yes, it's downstairs, I'm gonna put it away in a sec" he replied, praying she wouldn't open the door. Thank God, she didn't, he didn't need to have to explain Colin.

He finally dragged Colin into his room and onto the bed. Tory thought about that fact for a second. Here was Colin in my bed. Why didn't that sound wierd? Why was he thinking like that AT ALL?

He slipped off Colin's shoes and socks and placed them at the foot of his bed. Colin was still sawing wood. So much for wanting to have company. Tory wasn't sure how he was going to sleep with all that noise. He thought about going downstairs to sleep, but what if Colin woke up with one of those episodes? With his mom next door, he couldn't take the chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see lights on across the street a Colin's house and hwat looked like a figure of somebody... probably Garrets, walking around.

This was getting too wierd. "I feel like I'm harboring a fugitive" Tory said to himself. He sat and gazed at Colin sleeping on his bed. With all that had happened today, hopefully tomorrow will be somewhat better. "Oh shit! the bags downstairs!" Troy dashed out of the room to put away the groceries he got for the drug store.

TO BE CONTINUED