"Haver! You'd better get out of there if you know what's good for you!" Bo yelled as he stormed into the student center, accompanied by several officers.

Casually, Haver walked out, smiling. Immediately the officers prepared to shoot, but Bo kept them at ease.

"Where's Marcie Walsh?" Bo yelled as John and Michael arrived.

Michael was terrified, wondering what Haver could have done with Marcie. He ran over to Haver, despite John's efforts to hold him back.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Michael yelled. "I swear if you did anything to her, I'll..."

"You'll what, Dr. McBain? Kill me? Because that's exactly what I'll do to your little girlfriend if you don't back off!" Haver said.

"Michael..." John said pulling Michael away.

"Haver! Take us to Marcie, NOW!" John ordered.

"As you wish, Johnny-boy." Haver said. He led them to his office, stopping just short of the door.

"Is she in there?" John asked.

"Her and enough explosives to detonate this entire campus. That is, if you're dumb enough to mess with me." Haver said.

Michael's eyes grew wide with horror.

John... Do something... fast!

"Let us in." John demanded.

Haver laughed. "You play me for a fool, Johnny. Why would I do something like that?"

John began to lunge at Haver, and suddenly stepped back, realizing that Haver had a gun. John put his hand to his own gun, prepared to shoot if necessary.

"Don't do this, Haver." John said. "We can make this real easy or real difficult. Take your pick."

As Haver pointed a gun at John a shot was fired by one of the other officers and Haver immediately fell to the ground.

Stunned, Michael dropped down to examine Haver, who was bleeding profusely.

"He's dead." He said with a relieved sigh.

"Are you sure?" John asked.

"Yeah. He has no pulse and if there's any sign of life left in him at all, he'll be gone in a few minutes." Michael said.

John sighed, obviously relieved. "I'll call 911."

Bo put a hand on John's shoulder. "No, I'll take care of that. Just take care of dismantling the bomb and get Marcie out of here."

"Come on John!" Michael said frantically. "We don't have much time!"

John rammed against the door, finally forcing it open.

"Oh my God! Marcie!" Michael said, running over to her. His heart ached, seeing her crouched in the corner of the small office, shivering.

She gasped when she saw him, and held out her arms, sobbing. Gently Michael picked her up and carried her to the door.

John worked frantically to dismantle the bomb. "Come on, John. You can do it!" Michael said.

"I'll be okay." John said. "Just get her out of her, Mikey. NOW!"

Michael carried Marcie to the student center, gently laid her on the sofa and untied the cloth from her mouth.

"Oh, Michael!" She cried, throwing herself into his arms. He held her while she sobbed, stroking her back.

"It's okay, Baby... I'm here."

She cried for a long time and he never once let go of her. He didn't think he could ever let go of her again.

Finally they pulled apart and he looked into her eyes, realizing what he'd almost lost. He vowed he'd never do it again. He kissed her tenderly and felt her response as the kiss turned passionate; almost desperate as though she was afraid to let go.

The kiss ended and he brushed the hair from her face. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's go home."