Cole walked through the hallowed halls of Sitwell Community College, flanked by Sharon and Rusty to his left, and Maude, Moses, and Felix to his right.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the professor, Cole,” Maude said.
“It’s fine,” Cole said. “I never would have believed it until I saw the video. And Rusty, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“It’s ok,” Rusty said. “I’m sorry I said you’re the same as Hammond. You aren’t.”
“I have so many questions for this professor,” Sharon said. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“I wish I’d of asked him some,” Maude said. “Maybe I could have figured out he wasn’t one of the crazies.”
The gang stopped in front of a door marked, “Professor Elliot Lambert, Professor of Animal Biology and Physiology.”
Cole knocked on the door. Sounds of an intense hacking cough came from inside. “Who is it?”
“Cole Walker,” Cole said.
“The police chief?” Professor Lambert asked.
“Well, former police chief,” Cole said. “But I’d like a word.”
More coughing. “One moment please. I just need to tidy up.”
“Sorry,” Cole said. “I don’t have a minute.
Cole opened up the door to find the esteemed professor sitting behind his desk, taking one last hit off an elaborate purple bong. The whole office smelled like pot smoke.
Professor Lambert shrieked. “This isn’t mine! I’m holding it for a friend!”
Cole turned to Maude. “I think he’s still one of the crazies.”