Meanwhile back at Topanga's and Cory's......
Topanga was in the living room of their hotel room, reading. In the pit of her stomach something felt heavy. she set the book down and looked up. After a few minutes of staring into space she walked into the bedroom, where her husband was watching the news on tv.
"Cory," she said, pausing in the doorway.
He looked up; "yeah hun?" he asked.
"Um," she replied.
"Not tonight Topanga I'm tired," he said, thinking she wanted sex.
"It's not about that. God what is it with men and sex?"
"How do you think we all got here?"
"Cory.......cmon."
"Ok, I'm sorry. What is it?"
"I.....something's wrong."
"Ohhh," Cory said, understanding.
Over the past few years he'd gotten used to her visions, and her telling him something was wrong. It usually meant she had a sudden feeling of dread she couldn't shake.
"Go on," he told her.
"Something's happened to Jasmine. We have to tell Angela and Shawn."
"Ok let's go."
Cory stood up, turning the tv off and throwing the remote on the bed.
They got their room cards and left.