"What's with him?" Tony Prito asked, frowning as he followed Joe with his eyes.

"I've no idea," Frank replied perplexingly, knitting his eyebrows. "I'll go ask him."

Upon saying that he started after his brother who had disappeared in the school. Wondering what could be wrong with him, Frank quickened his pace. Once in the building, he had to stop and look around. There were a lot of students around and Joe was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Frank, looking for somebody?" Phil Cohen's voice asked him from behind.

"Oh, hi, Phil, have you seen Joe?" Frank asked his friend.

"Yep, he was hurrying in that direction," Phil nodded in the direction of the corridor. "What happened?"

"That's what I want to know. Thanks, buddy," Frank said and went to look for Joe. While passing the corridor, he was looking into the windows of the classrooms, but Joe was not in any of them, so, Frank decided, he must be in a rest room that was in the back of the corridor.

Just as he entered, he saw his brother standing near a sink and vehemently splashing cold water over his ashen face.

"Joe, what's wrong?" Frank asked worriedly, coming to him. "Are you ok?"

Joe turned the water off and nodded, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"You don’t look too well," Frank remarked. "Why did you suddenly run away?"

"I...." Joe licked his lips as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "I just kind of don't like to see people I know like-like that," he swallowed. Then he turned to look at his elder brother. "Is Daniel...?" he couldn't say that word.

"I-I don't know, but looks like it..." Frank replied, feeling awkwardly. "This is so terrible, isn't it?" he asked quietly. "I mean, we didn't know each other too well, but... But what is there to say?"

"Frank, I..." Joe started, but then closed his mouth, not knowing if he could tell Frank about his eerie dream. Sighing, he lowered his head and put his face into his hands.

"Frank, you..." Frank coaxed him. When Joe didn't even more, he put a hand on his shoulders. "Joe, what's up? Has something happened?.. You know you can tell me, don't you?"

"Good question," Joe bitterly chuckled. "You'll think I'm nuts."

"No, I won't," Frank assured him.

"How do you know?"

"You can't be even crazier than you already are," Frank smiled at him.

"Yeah, but this time it's worse than you think. I really am going insane."

"Really going insane?" Frank pretended to be shocked by the news.

"Frank, I'm serious.... I'm-I'm seeing things," Joe gloomily replied.

"Seeing things?" Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What kind of things?"

Joe didn't reply. He swallowed at the memory of his experience. What was he supposed to tell Frank if he didn’t know himself how to interpret his dream? What was it? Was it prophesying what would happen to Daniel? Could he stop it?

"Joe?" Frank asked, he was starting to worry about his brother. "Joe, what happened?"

Over a lump in his throat, Joe managed, "I kind of knew what would happen to Daniel." Before Frank could let it sink in, Joe started to tell him everything about what he had seen and the problem in the test and the answer. "...And then it all came true! Frank, I don't know what it was, but, but it… but it scares me. I just can't get that picture of Daniel's piercing stare at someone, his hand off my mind.... Frank, what is happening with me?"

Frank was staring at him, his mouth opened. "Well..." he finally said moments later. "Search me, but I've no idea what is happening with you. Do you feel alright? Maybe you have overworked...."

"No, I was perfectly fine till that lesson," Joe replied.

"Then it must be just your imagination. If you want my opinion, the only thing you can do for yourself now is relax and forget about it."

"Forget about it??" Joe exclaimed. "My classmate was killed and I almost knew it would happen. And you tell me to relax and forget about it?!"

Frank opened his mouth to reply when the door to the restroom opened and the brothers saw a student come in. Joe turned the water on and started to splash it on his pale face. By the time he felt more or less better, the student had already left them tête-à-tête.

"Joe, don't get me wrong," Frank continued, "but I don't think you're becoming a soothsayer..."

"But what was it?"

"Just your imagination."

"But, but..." Joe opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for words. "But why did it come true if it was only my imagination?"

"Probably, it's just a bad coincidence," Frank suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "Such things sometimes happen and you can't explain it... What are you having now?"

"Español," Joe sighed.

"Bien. Just go there and try to enjoy your lesson," Frank told his brother as he places his hands on both of Joe's shoulders.

"Frank, you don't understand! What if..."

"Joe, tell me, do you really believe your reverie was a "predestination" sent from above?"

"I...I don't know..." Joe bubbled, confused. "I just can't forget the look in his eyes and that gesture and the way he was looking at someone and..."

"Joe, it was nothing but a bad dream," Frank stopped him. "Accept it and draw a moral from it: don't sleep during your classes."

"Frank, I didn't sleep!" Joe argued, feeling a bit annoyed with his brother. "It all just came out of nothing, like a bolt from the bleu, like...."

"Joe, don't get wound up!" Frank interrupted him. "Do you understand what I say? Whatever it was, it's in the past and there's no point in thinking about it constantly, trying to understand what it meant. It meant nothing, you just dreamed it all up. "

Joe was silent for some moments, collecting his many troubled thoughts. "I guess you're right," he finally said, sighing. But deep inside he still didn’t think so.

"Of course, I am," Frank smiled at him. "Now, the break's almost over, so it's time to go. I'm having chemistry now, we're going to have a practical training on methane today!" he proudly announced.

Joe sneered, "Oh I envy you so much!"

"I'm sure you do," Frank retorted.

"And we're having a dictation today..." Joe wrinkled his nose, walking to the door.

"Suerte," Frank said as he walked out into the corridor. "Nos veremos mas tarde."

Joe rolled his eyes at his smart brother and headed to his own classroom, pretending to be calm, but inside feeling no better.