I know this chapter is short, but bear with me while I try to get them all uploaded on here by Monday… Sigh…

Jordan walked into the library, still clutching his shoulder tightly. He had been in so many buildings that he lost track. And then it hit him; he needed a directory. What better place than a library! He staggered inside and headed for the nearest computer. Accessing the online campus directory required a student ID and password. He cursed silently to himself before looking around. Seeing no one in his immediate vicinity, he began typing in a series of complex commands, eventually overriding the computer's security program. He typed in "Benjamin Keating" and found one result. He then searched for a campus map, making sure to note his current location as a reference. His eyes lit up as he noticed that the physics building was not too far away from the library.

"Oh my God," someone said behind him, surprising him. "Are you okay?"

Turning around, Jordan saw a woman who looked just a bit older than him. She stared intensely at the large red spot on the back of his shirt, looking obviously concerned. Jordan turned toward her, trying to hide the object of her obsession, but it was clearly too late.

"I'm…I'm fine," he said. "It's nothing, really. And I'm on my way out."

"Do you want me to call you an ambulance?" the woman asked. "It's really no trouble at all."

"No!" Jordan emphasized. "I'm okay, really. I have to go to the physics building."

"Are you a physics major?" she asked. "I am. Maybe I can help you."

"I'm looking for Professor Keating," Jordan said.

"Oh my God!" the woman exclaimed quietly. "He's my advisor. He's the greatest. He's really smart and everything and I heard that he's going to be inducted into MENSA. Isn't that cool?"

"Yeah," Jordan said uneasily. "He must really be. That's why I need to talk with him. Could you point me in the right direction? I'm a transfer student and don't really know my way."

"Oh sure," she said, walking outside with him. "Just go past that building over there and you'll see a tall brick building. That's it. Dr. Keating's office is on the second floor. I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," Jordan replied.

Wesley exited off the highway, with James and Sam in the back. He hurried toward the school, which was now visible.

"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard," he said. "So you two are in for the long haul, huh?"

"None of your business," James said, holding on to the handle over the window. "Next time, I'll drive."

"We have to find him before they find out I'm here," Sam said.

"Who's 'they?'" Wesley asked.

"The Superiors," she answered. "They're my bosses and they don't know that I'm here. Longer story."

"Turn in there," James directed.

Wesley quickly turned the red Ford Explorer into a parking lot adjacent to the library, throwing Sam into James. He abruptly braked and the three jumped out of the SUV.

"Why didn't you glimmer us here?" James asked Sam. "He can't drive."

"I'm right here," Wesley said, looking around. "Anybody know where the physics building is?"

"No idea," James said.

"Are you looking for the physics building, too?" a woman who was walking by asked. "I just gave directions to another guy. Everybody's into physics these days, it seems."

"Just out of curiosity," James asked, "did you see anyone who looked hurt?"

"Oh my God!" the woman exclaimed. "That's the guy I was talking about! Do you know him? He looks really beat up. I offered to call an ambulance for him, but he said he didn't need one."

"Yeah," Wesley said, pointing to James. "He's his…boyfriend! They had a nasty falling out. You know how things go."

"Oh," the woman said, "I see. It must've been one hell of a fight."

"No," Wesley said, "it's nothing like that. You see, he…"

"Thank you," James said, grabbing Wesley. "Let's go."