A/N Ghost Whisperer was created by John Gray, produced by Sander/Moses Production and aired on CBS. I have no rights to the show. My story is for entertainment only.
The Young Ghost Whisperer / The Next Generation
Chapter 1
During the last Monday in August at 9:53 A.M., approximately nineteen years and three months after the Shinies had made the Shadows retreat back into the darkness, Andrea Maryann Lucas (Melinda and Sam/Jim's eighteen-year-old daughter) stepped into her first college class (a Calculus class) to begin her college experience at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire.
Andrea (born on April 28th) was named after two people: her mother's deceased friend Andrea Marino and her maternal great-grandmother Mary Ann Petterson.
Andrea stood 5' 4" and like her mom, she had brown hair. Like her paternal great-grandmother (Martha Lucas) her hair was naturally curly—as if she had a perm—which fell past her shoulders. Like her dad (Samuel Lucas), Andrea had blue eyes. Like her mom and older brother, Aiden, Andrea could see and hear earthbound spirits. Currently she was dress in blue jeans, a black T-shirt that had an image of a dream-catcher and a white wolf on it, her three-inch high-heeled mid-calf brown leather boots with straps and buckles, and her jewelry. Her jewelry consisted of a couple rings, a Taurus zodiac necklace and her earrings.
As the class progressed, Andrea listened to her instructor and took notes. Her next class—General Chemistry—was right after her Calculus class had ended, and the chemistry class ended just before noon.
Andrea had two hours before her next class, and she had planned to take advantage of that time to eat lunch. While carrying her book-bag and long strap purse, she got in the food-line behind two students (Beejay McNally and Daniel Sommers), who were discussing Professor Rick Payne's lecture.
Beejay and Daniel had both recently turned twenty-one. They were both around 5' 11". Beejay had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Daniel had light brown hair and blue eyes. They were casually dressed.
"Rick Payne?" Andrea questioned to herself, which caught the two students' attention. "Rick Payne?"
"What about Rick Payne?" Daniel asked.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry," Andrea began and acting slightly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but when you mentioned Rick Payne's name… well, I think I had heard that name before. But I can't remember when or where."
"Okay, well, if this helps to jog your memory, he teaches mythology, folklore and the occult," Daniel told her.
"It doesn't," Andrea got out before having a thought. "Wait. I know where I heard his name. My memories are somewhat vague of when I heard it and what I was doing at the time, but I had overheard my mom talk about him with two family friends. I wonder if he's the same man, and if so, I wonder if he would he remember my mom?"
"You can always go find out," Beejay suggested before telling her how to find his office.
"Okay, yeah. I think I'll do that. Thanks," Andrea replied before backing out of the line and leaving.
"Freshman," Daniel replied with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, freshman," Beejay unenthusiastic echoed as he stared at Andrea as she was leaving the cafeteria.
"You like her, don't you?" Daniel accused.
"She's pretty," Beejay replied before facing the front again. "So, what's not to like?"
"You need to get to know her before asking that question," Daniel quickly suggested.
"Getting to know her is a great idea," Beejay replied as the food line slowly moved forward.
"Mmmm," Daniel simply let out.
Andrea found Rick's office fairly quickly and once she had stepped up to a close door, she knocked. When she heard someone called out 'you may enter' she eased the door open and stepped in.
"No one has a grade yet, so it's too early for you to plead your case for a better grade," Rick (the sixty-three-year-old professor) told Andrea when she stepped in. "And we had only one lecture so for. So, don't tell me that you are having a hard time keeping up."
"Oh, no," Andrea replied. "It's not anything like that. You're not even one of my teachers… or instructors… or whatever teachers are called at universities."
"I sense that you are a first-year undergraduate," Rick commented.
"If that the same thing as being a freshman, then yeah, that's what I am," Andrea replied.
"It is and you are… apparently," Rick replied. "Anyway, freshman, who are you, and since you're not one of my students, why are you in my office?"
"My name is Andrea Lucas," she began while glancing at his cluttered desk. His nameplate was nearly covered up by the clutter. "I don't know how long ago it was, but several years ago, my mom was friends with a man named Rick Payne, and I'm here to find out if you might be that man."
"That depends on who your mom is," Rick replied.
"Her name is Melinda Gordon, and she owns and operates Same As It Never Was Antiques in Grandview, New York," Andrea replied.
"Oh, my God," Rick delightfully uttered while Andrea was finishing her sentence. "You are Melinda's daughter… wait a minute. Why isn't your last name Gordon or Clancy? Are you married?"
"I'm not married." Andrea then continued in a slightly depressed tone, "I don't even have a boyfriend. Anyway, Samuel Lucas is my dad."
"Huh?" Rick replied. "When I knew your mom, she was happily married to Jim Clancy, and I really thought that your mom and Jim would grow old together. So, what broke them up?"
"Twenty-five years and about eight months ago, Jim was fatally shot by a police officer," Andrea informed.
"Oh my God," Rick quickly uttered. "Why… why was Jim shot?"
"I can only tell you what I heard my mom tell others," Andrea replied.
"And what does your mom tell others?" Rick asked.
Andrea thought for a moment before taking a breath and saying, "Jim was trying to take a rifle away from one of his friends. It was nighttime. The two were in the living room and the shades to the windows were pulled down. So, when the officer showed up outside, all he saw was two silhouettes struggling for control of a rifle. The officer pulled out his gun and fired at the silhouette that had gained control of the rifle, which happened to have been Jim. Jim died hours later at the hospital from complications."
"When I left Grandview—which was about twenty-six years ago, by the way—I didn't give your mom a way to contact me," Rick replied in a tone as if he was kicking himself. "Now, I wished I had. I'm sure she could have used a friend to talk to when Jim died."
"Well, she had Uncle Eli," Andrea replied.
"Uncle Eli?" Rick echoed curiously. "Is he your dad's brother?"
"No," Andrea replied with a slight grin. "Uncle Eli isn't actually a blood relative, but he is a close friend of my parents. And he's a psychiatrist."
"He's a psychiatrist?" Rick echoed curiously. "Does he know about your mom's gift." Before Andrea could reply, he continued to say, "Although, I should be asking about if you know about your mom's gift."
"If you are asking me if Uncle Eli knows that my mom can see and hear earthbound spirits, then the answer is yes," Andrea replied.
"Does Uncle Eli believe that she actually can see and hear earthbound spirits?" Rick asked. "And I only ask because in my experience, psychiatrists don't believe in spirits or the supernatural."
"He believes," Andrea said with an amused grin. "In fact, he has no choice, but to believe."
"Why is that?" Rick asked.
"Around twenty-six years ago, Uncle Eli had a near-death experience after being caught in a fire and his near-death experience had left him with the ability to hear earthbound spirits," Andrea informed. "He can't see them though."
"Interesting," Rick replied. "What about you? Can you see and hear earthbound spirits like your mom?"
"I can, and so can Aiden," Andrea replied.
"Aiden?" Rick questioned. "Who is he?"
"He is my brother," Andrea replied.
"Older or younger?" Rick asked.
"Older," Andrea replied. "He has a birthday coming up at the end of next month, and he'll be twenty-five."
"Aiden's twenty-fifth birthday is next month, and next month Jim would have been dead for twenty-five years and nine months…" Rick was only able to get out.
"I know what you are adding up in your head, and your assumption is correct," Andrea replied. "Even though Aiden's last name is also Lucas, Jim is Aiden's biological dad. Mom had gotten pregnant with Aiden just before Jim was shot."
"There's a cup of irony for you," Rick commented.
"What do you mean?" Andrea asked.
"When I lived in Grandview, your mom disliked the thought of having kids." Rick quickly added, "Not that she hated kids. In fact, I think quite the opposite. But because of her ability of seeing and hearing earthbound spirits, her childhood and teenage years were rough for her, and she didn't want any of her kids to go through what she had gone through. However, Jim had always wanted kids, and the topic of having kids or not having kids had been a sore subject for them both. Then when your mom does get pregnant, Jim is killed and someone else came in and helped raise his son. If that's not irony, then I don't know what is."
"That sounds like irony to me as well," Andrea replied.
"So, Andrea, have a seat and tell me about yourself," Rick prompted while gesturing towards one of the two guest chairs.
Andrea shrugged slightly before dropping her book-bag and purse next to a seat and sitting down.
"I'm eighteen," Andrea began. "My birthday's April 28th. I like horseback riding, swimming, playing sports, playing board games, playing video games, camping, canoeing, hiking, bowling, reading…"
"Okay, okay, you sound like a normal young adult with a wide variety of likes," Rick interjected.
Andrea grinned before saying, "I believe so."
"Anyway, the Rockland University is a very good university, so why did you choose to come here?" Rick asked.
"Herald Cooper, the president of Rockland University, has the ability to see and hear earthbound spirits as well; however, instead of helping the spirits to go into the light as Mom, Aiden, Uncle Eli and I do, he convinces them not to go into the light… or he tries to convince them not to, anyway," Andrea replied. "Mom believes that Mr. Cooper is trying to shift the balance of power in favor of the dark spirits, but thanks to mom and Uncle Eli, his efforts are slow moving. Anyway, Mom doesn't want me anywhere near Rockland University as long as Herald Cooper is president, and Grandpa—my dad's dad—suggested this University. Grandpa knows Dr. Arnold Lansky. Dr. Lansky heads the biology department."
"I'm acquainted with Dr. Lansky," Rick replied. "Anyway, for how long has Herald Cooper been the president of Rockland University?"
Andrea slightly shrugged before saying, "I know he's been the president for the past seven years, but I don't know when he became president. Seven years ago was when Mom and Uncle Eli learned about what Mr. Cooper is doing… or is attempting to do."
"Seven years ago, Aiden would have been seventeen and about to turn eighteen, so most likely your mom would have learned about Mr. Cooper when Aiden was looking for a university to enroll in," Rick assumed aloud.
"I guess so," Andrea said with a shrugged.
"Out of curiosity, what university did Aiden go to?" Rick asked.
"For the past seven years, he's been studying in Scotland at the University of Edinburgh," Andrea replied.
"He's at the University of Edinburgh," Rick replied in an impressed tone. "He must have impressed the right someone to get into that university."
"Aiden had caught the attention of someone there, because Professor Elroy Donavon from Edinburgh came to Grandview seven years ago to recruit him into the program that he teaches and studies."
"And what does Professor Donavon teach and study?" Rick asked.
"I'm not quite sure," Andrea replied. "However, I do know that once Aiden completes his studies, he will receive a doctorate degree in parapsychology."
"If Aiden is learning parapsychology, then I have a good idea what program that Professor Donavon is teaching," Rick replied as Andrea's smartphone began to play a musical tune.
"Mom's calling," Andrea informed as she reached for her purse.
"Answer it and put her on the speaker," Rick quickly urged.
"Okay," Andrea replied before pulling out her phone from her purse. She then accepted the call and clicked on the speaker feature. "Mom, what's up?"
"I haven't heard from you today, and I would like to hear how your first two classes had gone," Melinda replied.
"They went okay," Andrea replied.
"That's good," Melinda replied. "Anyway, are you homesick yet?"
"I am," Andrea replied with a grin. "I miss you and dad. So, I'm definitely looking forward to coming home for Thanksgiving and Christmas."
"In the meantime, can you do me a favor and call me every few hours," Melinda requested.
"You want me to call you every few hours?" Andrea questioned curiously.
"I worry about you," Melinda admitted. "I hate that you are so far away in a strange city all by yourself. If something would happen…"
"Mom, I'll be fine," Andrea attempted to assure her before looking at Rick. "Besides, I'm not here by myself. A friend of yours from the past teaches here, and I'm in his office."
"Who-who's office are you in?" Melinda quickly demanded to know.
"Mine," Rick announced. "Your former number one skeptic and your favorite Payne (pain)."
After a short moment of silence, Melinda questioned, "Rick?"
"In the flesh," Rick replied.
"Oh my God," Melinda replied delightfully. "It's been about twenty-six years since the last time we have seen each other… or have spoken with each other. How did you know that Andrea was my daughter."
"Andrea had introduced herself to me," Rick informed. "She came to me and asked if I was the same Professor Rick Payne who was friends with her mom several years ago."
"I don't remember mentioning you to Andrea," Melinda replied.
"Well, you didn't really speak about Professor Payne to me directly," Andrea replied. "But I overheard you and Ned or you and Aunt Delia talking about him a few times over the years."
"Okay, well, I think it's been over twenty years or more since I have spoken with Delia or Ned about Professor Payne," Melinda replied in a slightly puzzled tone. "Andrea, could you have learned about Professor Payne from your dreams?"
Andrea considered the thought for a moment before saying, "It's possible."
"What do you mean that you might have learn about me from your dreams?" Rick asked.
"Whichever room I'm sleeping in, I will sometimes dream of past events that had taken place within that specified room," Andrea informed.
"Andrea would sometimes nap in the living room; especially when she wasn't feeling well," Melinda added. "And I know that I have had discussion about you, Rick, with Delia and Ned within the living room not long after you had left Grandview. However, I'm fairly certain that I haven't had any of those discussions for the past twenty years."
"Were any of those discussions emotional in anyway?" Rick asked.
"Well, I felt an amount of sadness that you—a good friend of mine—had moved away and I might not get the chance to see you or hear from you again," Melinda informed.
"Aha," Rick uttered. "You, Melinda, had psychically imprinted in your living room while you were discussing me with Delia or Ned, and then years later, Andrea—with her ability to pick up on those psychic imprints as she slept—dreamed about those discussions that you had."
"What do you mean by psychic imprints?" Andrea asked.
"Psychic imprints are recordings of past tragic or highly emotional events that would naturally etch themselves into the surroundings of the events, and there are psychics and sensitives who can see and sometimes hear those recordings," Rick informed.
"Rick, yes, I was sad to see you leave Grandview, but I wasn't highly emotional about it," Melinda replied. "And it certainly wasn't tragic."
"Well, that was slightly hard to hear, Melinda, but disregarding my hurt feelings, I believe that you, with your psychic ability, don't need to be highly emotional to psychically imprint a room," Rick replied. "And Andrea, with her psychic ability, most likely only needs a subtle psychic imprint—and not a highly emotional one—for her to dream about the event."
"Okay, well, I do dream of past events a lot more often when I'm sleeping somewhere other than home," Andrea replied.
"I suspected as much," Rick replied. "Anyway, Andrea, beside seeing earthbound spirits, do you also see past events play out in front of you when you are not sleeping?"
"Are you asking me about imprint hauntings?" Andrea asked. "Because I do get those from time to time."
"Imprint hauntings are similar to psychic imprints, and—not trying to confuse you—but I think you should know the term; psychic imprints are also known as residual hauntings," Rick replied. "And the difference between an imprint haunting and a residual haunting is that during an imprint haunting a spirit will reenact an event that was either vital to him or her, or was life changing for him or her, and during a residual haunting, all you are seeing is a recording of a psychic imprint. Now I must ask. Could some of those imprint hauntings that you had seen might have been residual hauntings?"
"How would I tell the difference between an imprint haunting and a residual haunting?" Andrea quickly asked.
Rick took a breath before saying, "During an imprint haunting, you or your mom could grab the spirit's attention and pull him or her out of the reenactment long enough for you or for your mom to communicate with him or her, but during a residual haunting, there is no actual spirit involve. So—no matter how hard you try—you won't be able to communicate with the person that you are seeing. Also with residual hauntings, the person you are seeing might still be alive and well and living his or her life far away from the residual haunting. So, now tell me, could some of those imprint hauntings that you had seen might have been residual hauntings?"
"Yes," Andrea quickly replied. "In fact, now that I know about residual hauntings, I now believe that all, but one of them were residual hauntings."
"I had a feeling that most of what you were seeing were residual hauntings," Rick replied.
"So, now what?" Andrea asked.
"Now, nothing," Rick told her. "You just continue your life as before, but with the knowledge that every ghostly reenactment you see might not have an actual spirit attached to it."
"Andrea, if this helps you to tell the difference between the two, in my experiences, spirits who are stuck in imprint hauntings aren't usually focused to only one room or one location," Melinda replied. "Which was why I had been baffled over the years when you would tell me that you had seen an imprint haunting at a specific location, and I couldn't see it when I would look. I didn't know about residual hauntings, though."
"After twenty-six years, Melinda, I'm glad I can still be assistance to you," Rick replied.
"You have, and I believe that you can be further assistance to me," Melinda replied in a thoughtful manner. "Andrea, give Professor Payne my cellphone number and my number at the shop. Rick, when you and Andrea are done talking, give me a call."
"Will do," Rick replied.
"Mom, you are not going to ask Professor Payne to baby-sit me while I'm here at school, are you?" Andrea quickly asked.
"What I want to talk with Professor Payne about has nothing to do with you, Andrea," Melinda informed.
"Although, since I now know who you are and who your mother is, I will be keeping a watchful eye on you, Andrea… like a protective uncle," Rick informed.
"Super," Andrea unenthusiastically replied.
"Thank you, Rick, for volunteering to look after my daughter," Melinda replied at the same time Andrea had spoken.
"Of course. I'm happy to do it," Rick replied.
"Andrea, I love you and call me once your next class ends," Melinda told her.
"Okay, Mom. And I love you too," Andrea replied.
"Bye, you two," Melinda replied.
"Bye," Andrea and Rick echoed before the call ended.
As Andrea was putting her phone away, Rick told her, "Okay, let me have those phone numbers and then you can go somewhere and study or something. I have work to finish up. Oh, and give me your number as well."
"Alright," Andrea replied as Rick was readying a pad of paper and a pen.
When Andrea saw that he was ready for the numbers, she told them what they were.
Once Rick had the three numbers, he told her, "I'm assuming that you live in one of the dorms. Which one are staying at and what room are you in?"
Andrea amusingly grinned before telling him what he wanted to know.
After Rick had all the information that he wanted, he and Andrea exchanged, "See you later."
When Andrea left Rick's office with her book-bag and purse, she walked back to the cafeteria for lunch.
Rick immediately picked up the phone and dialed the antique shop once the door to his office was shut behind Andrea.
When Melinda answered the phone with Same As It Never Was Antiques, Rick identified himself.
"Okay, well, I wasn't meaning to rush you for you to call me," Melinda informed.
"I wanted to call you back before I went back to work; otherwise, it could be late at night before I remember to call you back," Rick informed.
"Ah, a wise choice on calling me back now," Melinda playfully replied.
"So, what's going on?" Rick asked.
"Could witchcraft actually exist?" Melinda asked.
"I never found proof that witchcraft exists, but I have met many people who believe that it does," Rick replied. "I even met two women who claimed to be witches, but they refused to show proof that they could cast magic. Anyway, why are you asking?"
"The spirit of Tiffany Price had followed a man named Jacob Price into my store just after I opened this morning," Melinda began. "Tiffany was accusing Jacob of being an evil warlock. When I got Tiffany's attention and asked her what was going on, she replied that Jacob was her husband. However, Jacob had only married her for her body. According to Tiffany, Jacob expelled her spirit from her own body while using witchcraft and then replaced her spirit with the spirit of Beverly Price—Jacob's late wife. Tiffany was very certain and descriptive of the incantation that Jacob had used, which got me wondering about the true existence of witchcraft."
"Okay, well, my advice is when you go visit Jacob Price at his home, you approach him as if he is a true warlock while remaining slightly skeptical," Rick replied.
"Yes, well, even if I wanted to pay Jacob Price a visit, I can't," Melinda replied. "He doesn't live in Grandview. He was just passing through when he came into my store while hoping to find an anniversary present for his parents. He did buy a set of chinaware; however, he paid cash for the set, so I couldn't get his actual address. I did learn from Tiffany that he lives in Albany, though."
"It must be eating you up inside that you didn't get his address," Rick commented.
"Why do you say that?" Melinda quickly asked.
"Unless you have greatly changed a lot during the past twenty-six years, you would put a sign that reads 'On vacation' and be at Jacob's door as quickly as humanly possible," Rick replied.
"Okay-okay," Melinda replied. "If I knew his actual address, most likely I would do that, but I don't know his address. So, unless he's still in Grandview and I coincidentally meet up with him again, there's nothing that I can do to help."
"And if you do coincidentally meet up him again, I'm sorry that I couldn't give you an unfortunately yes or an absolutely not answer on if witchcraft exists," Rick replied.
"That's quite alright," Melinda replied.
"Oh, and also, even though it's twenty-five years and eight months late, I want to express my condolence to you for Jim's death," Rick added.
"Thank you," Melinda replied.
"If I had known or had gotten word, I would have returned to Grandview as quickly as I could have," Rick informed.
"I believe you, and it's fine," Melinda replied. "Eli, Delia and Jim's coworkers at the firehouse did a good job at comforting me."
"So, did Jim's spirit go straight into the light after his death, or did he insist on hanging around with you for a while?" Rick asked. "And I'm only asking because Jim doesn't seem like a guy who would leave you—of all people—even after death."
After a short pause, Melinda asked, "Rick, you are alone, right? Andrea is not there with you?"
"Yes, I'm alone in my office and my door is closed," Rick replied. "If we were on a video call, I would show you by scanning the room with my phone."
"I believe you, Rick," Melinda replied.
When Melinda didn't continue, Rick asked, "Is there something you don't want Andrea to know?"
"There is," Melinda replied. "After Jim's death, Jim's spirit—as you suspected—remained at my side. For the first few days or so, I was happy that Jim's spirit decided to stay with me, but then my good sense had returned, and I insisted that he cross over into the light. He wasn't happy with the thought of leaving me, and when he saw an opportunity for him to stay, he took it."
"Melinda, what did Jim do?" Rick asked.
"Rick, do not tell Andrea this, but Samuel Lucas—Andrea's dad for all intents and purposes—was killed in an auto accident about a week after Jim's death," Melinda replied. "Jim's spirit and I were close enough to the accident scene to watch Sam's spirit leave his body and go into the light. Jim, without hesitation, inserted himself—his soul that is—into Sam's body. The paramedics at the scene had declared Sam dead just seconds before Sam, or Jim's spirit in Sam's body, regained consciousness and began coughing."
"Oh my God," Rick exclaimed. "Did Jim retain his memories after taking over Sam's body?"
"Not at first," Melinda replied. "In fact, he woke up with no memories of who he was. Then a few weeks later, Jim—while thinking that he was Sam… mainly because the doctors, the nurses and Sam's relatives had told him so—came to my rescue, and what he was rescuing me from had nearly killed us both, and that near death experience for Sam had brought back Jim's memories."
"Oh, wow," Rick couldn't help saying. "Who all knows that Sam is actually your first husband, Jim?"
"Delia, Ned, a good friend of mine named Eli, my son Aiden and now you," Melinda replied. "And I would like to keep it that way."
"Of course," Rick replied. "But I am bit surprised that you told Aiden."
"Aiden and I are telepathically linked; we had been since the day he was born—which will be twenty-five years ago next month—and we have shared the exact same dream on numerous occasions," Melinda replied. "So, keeping the secret from Aiden proved impossible. Especially when I would look at Sam and know in my head and heart that I was actually looking at Jim, but in Sam's body."
"And I'm guessing that you and Andrea are not telepathically linked," Rick assumed out loud.
"We're not, but I do think that Andrea has subtle telepathic ability though," Melinda replied. "Her ability just isn't linked to me… well, not in the same way as Aiden and I are telepathically linked together, anyway."
"Why do you think that Andrea has subtle telepathic ability?" Rick asked.
"Because when she and I would be out in public—like at the theaters or at a shopping center—she would begin a conversation with me, and within a short time of her starting that conversation, we would happen upon two others that would be having the exact conversation," Melinda informed. "It's as if she is telepathically picking up on other people's conversation and not realizing that she's doing it."
"Have you ever pointed it out to her?" Rick asked.
"I was about to… and in a way I probably did just by noticing it, but before I had a chance to say something to her about the duplicate conversations that were taking place around her, she began noticing it too," Melinda replied.
"So, she knows that she's telepathic to a certain degree?" Rick asked.
"She knows, and a couple of years ago, she and one of her friends attempted to test her ability with ESP cards, but according to the test, she isn't telepathic. I disagree with that test though, and so do a lot of people who know her."
"And since she is able to see and hear psychic imprints, I believe that she's telepathic to a certain degree as well," Rick replied.
"What does seeing and hearing psychic imprints have to do with someone being telepathic?" Melinda asked.
"According to Dr. Michael Richman's theory, which hasn't been proven or disproven, only people with some measurable about of telepathic ability can see and hear psychic imprints," Rick informed. "Oh, and before you asked, Dr. Michael Richman was a parapsychologist who worked at this university before retiring at sixty-five ten years ago."
"Good to know," Melinda replied. "Anyway, Rick two customers had just come in. So, I'll need to let you go."
"Okay," Rick replied. "I'll talk with you later. Bye."
"Bye," Melinda replied before ending the call.
Once Rick ended the call, he went back to what he was doing before Andrea had knocked on his door, which was going over his lecture notes for his next class.
To Be Continued