"I need to find Frank!" he managed over a lump in his throat. "Now!"

Without saying anything else, he stormed off, thrusting his way through people. Not knowing why, he, as usual, ran to Frank for help. To keep it inside was impossible and there was nobody else he could rely on right now.

Frank was standing near his locker, gaily chatting with his girlfriend, Callie Shaw. Not wanting to interrupt them, but needing his brother desperately, Joe ran to him and grabbed his arm, "Frank, I need to talk to you," he blurted out. "This is becoming very serious!"

Callie shot him a mischievous look and grabbed Frank's right arm, "Can't you see he's with me?"

"Can't you see I need him?" Joe retorted, pulling his brother's left arm.

Frank felt as he was between the devil and the deep Bleu Sea. "Stop it!" he said, freeing his arms. "Joe, what is it?"

"It's about what I told you earlier, remember?" Joe replied, swallowing hard. "It got worse!"

Frank knitted his eyebrows, "Don't tell me you saw him again!"

"What are you talking about?" Callie narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend. "Another mystery?"

Joe looked pleadingly at his brother, "Frank, I'm at a loss! I don’t know what is happening and I don’t know why I'm asking you about it, but…."

"Frank, what is he talking about?" Callie looked at her boyfriend’s face.

"Erm, hon, I'll talk to you later, ok?" Frank said, knowing that Joe needed him more at the moment. Callie opened her mouth to object, but Frank quickly kissed her on the lips, "I'll treat you to a very nice dinner later this evening!" he murmured into her ear and grinned at her.

Callie pursed her lips together, but walked off, leaving the brothers alone. Joe, stammering, told him about his second dream and how Biff had almost ended up "abajo".

When he had finished, Frank looked at him, concerned. Whatever it was, Joe, even if he didn't want to confess it, was scared, "So you're saying he was starting to look aside. At who?"

Joe nervously rubbed his face, "I am not sure," he said slowly, "but...but it seemed to me..."

"Who, Joe?" Frank pressed him.

"It seemed to me that he was about to look at... at me," he said quietly, looking up at Frank who stood silent. "Frank, what if..."

"There can be no ifs!" Frank interrupted him, not knowing what to say to him to make him feel better. "There's no proof he wanted to look at you and..."

"What if he appears again during the next lesson? What stops him? Or rather what stops me from seeing him again?" Joe asked him. "And what if he tells me the way I'm gonna die today?"

"Nonsense!" his brother stopped him. "Whatever it is, it's just...I don't know what it is, but you can't let it scare you, ok?"

"Frank, can't you see what's happening? First I see him and then he gets run over, then I see Biff with him and he almost falls down the stairs..."

"See, you said it yourself! Almost!"

"Frank..."

"Joe, cool down, ok? I don’t know what it is but we have to calm down and think straight... How many classes do you have?"

"Only economics now."

"Listen, I'm not Mom or Dad, I can't give you permission to skip the last class, so you'll have to be patient for more 45 minutes, ok? I don't know what you want to hear, but there's nothing else I can say to you but please calm down and don't take it to heart."

"Frank, what if he comes back again?" Joe raised his terrified eyes at him. "No, better tell me, what does it all mean?"

"I have no idea what it means, but," Frank couldn’t believe he was going to say it seriously. "But if he does come back, listen to what he says and be careful."

Joe bitterly chuckled, "Thanks, big bro, that's exactly what I needed to hear!"

Frank put a comforting arm around his shoulders, "Look, Joe, this is the last class, after that I'll take you...."

"To a nuthouse?" Joe interrupted him.

"No, home. Let's hope Daniel won't poke his nose in there."

"And if he does?"

"Then I'll surely take you to a nuthouse then," Frank promised him.

"Sometimes I hate you," Joe mumbled, getting his arm off his shoulders. "Thanks for sympathy."

"Go learn how to count money. And don’t let your craziness haunt you, ok?"

"I'll do my best, though I think it will be a long time until it stops haunting me," Joe sighed and shook his head. "Gosh, I'm so tired of it!… Want me to tell Daniel 'hi' on your behalf?"

Frank grinned sarcastically, "Of course! And invite him to visit our house and have dinner with us tonight, please."