I stop in front of the classroom door, which is inconvenient for the people trying to get past me. I don't know if I should open my mind so he thinks I'm just a normal student or if I should close it off, confirming that I may be someone he is looking for.

What if he breaks into my head? What if he controls me? A young guy in a baseball cap scoffs at me for blocking the doorway which derails my train of thought. I decide to keep my mind closed as I do not want to reveal any information about Liam, in case that's what he's looking for.

I turn to face Professor Greysor and he has crossed the room to sit on the edge of a desk. I walk in front of him while he folds his arms across his chest and I give him a nervous smile.

"What can I do for you, Professor?" He's silent while he surveys my face and I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead. Uncomfortable does not begin to describe the situation I am in.

"Where are you from Eleanor?" He asks and as I glance at him, I become uncomfortable looking into the same blue eyes I have grown to adore.

"I'm from the south," I say avoiding any further details. Texas is in the south, I don't need to specify. This is an odd, borderline inappropriate question for a professor to ask a student anyway.

"The south? Texas is now the whole south?" He sarcastically replies, letting me know he already knows who I am. He has already managed to sneak into my head and now he's just toying with me. I am about to ask him what he really wants when I become paralyzed. All of the noise from the hallway is silenced. I can't move a muscle and suddenly, it feels like I am watching a million movies going on in my head. I realize he's rifling through my memories and when he finds Liam's face, it's like he opens up a mental filing cabinet I had labeled "Liam."

He watches so many of my fond memories including our first kiss, us in the hallway at Highland Park, us at the beach down in Malibu, and us outside the cantina. He sees us in my old room laughing on my bed, in Liam's old kitchen eating pizza. I even watch him force our private intimate moments out into the open and if I could cry right now I would. I am now completely exposed and am furious. How dare he break into my head and into my private memories!

Finally, he sees us in Liam's new apartment, and the slide show stops. I can finally move my muscles again but I know I am completely powerless.

"You know my son, Ms. Adler?" Topher says menacingly and I can't tell if knowing Liam is a good or bad thing. However, he did just confirm that he's not just a relative, he is in fact Liam's long-lost father. I immediately have the same burning hatred I feel for his mother burning through me for his father.

"Is that a question or an observation you've made while being completely inappropriate with a student?" I snap. "I'll be here at the beginning of class Wednesday so you can sign my class withdrawal form and then I never want to see you again." I seethe while catching my breath, but he laughs me off like I'm a little tantrum-throwing child.

"Eleanor, I didn't mean to scare you. I mean you no harm. I just couldn't help but overhear your little thoughts in class about Liam looking for me this past summer. I've been looking for him for a while, but it seems he's always on the move. It's natural for a father to be curious about his son." His tone is melodic and if he were really just my professor, I would have thought him a genuine guy.

"If you had questions you could have asked me instead of forcing them out of me. That was a complete breach of privacy," I snap while folding my arms across my chest, appreciating the fact that I am now free to move about. I glare at Topher and add, "I imagine you are curious about your son though, seeing you no longer know anything about him. The son you abandoned years ago with the unfortunate woman that is his mother." I catch the tiny wince that betrays Topher's calm facade and while I'm at it I continue, "Well, I can tell you he's not curious about you. In fact, he never mentions you. Once he finds out that you and Topher are one and the same, his search will end and your trail will go cold. You'll never find him again." I try to move my feet toward the door but he regains control over my body.

"We'll see about that last part, Eleanor," he replies flatly while readjusting his comfortable stance, "Why don't you tell him who you ran into today because, let's be honest, you won't be able to keep this a secret and we'll let him decide if he wants to see me. You know where to find me." He pushes himself off the corner of the desk and moves toward the whiteboard. He still has me paralyzed and silenced so he adds, "Now I will see you in class on Wednesday, and don't think I'll go easy on you just because you are my son's girlfriend." I think I am finally dismissed when he adds, "Oh and since I know you weren't listening, I'll repeat that I have a zero-tolerance policy for cheating. That kind of behavior may have gotten you through high school but here, it will get you kicked out of this university." He spins around to face me and gives me a million-dollar smile. I want to give him the finger but instead, he forces my feet to the doorway. He doesn't let me say anything in response and my body is on autopilot all the way down the hall and down the stairs. I don't have control over my legs until I am out of the double doors and once my feet hit the grass, I run like hell back to my dorm room.