I run into McMike hall. As I get inside, a young woman asks me where my escort is. I tell her there is a battle raging outside. She shoves me towards the door. Suddenly a forceful burst of air comes blowing through the hallway. I turn and look to my left and see a man dressed in black blowing musty warm air at us with an incredible strength, both physically and in potency. We are blown back into the hallway. We are tossed aside by a man standing in a tight white suit. He runs toward the other man screaming. "McCain is full of hot-air too, Traditionalist!" The white knight turns to walking flame as he lunges at the winded villain trying to mutter, "Is this what you call diplomacy, Liberator?" I jump to my feet and run out toward Broadway as Wallace explodes in flames. Twenty costumed figures are battling on the front lawn. I look on, trying to decide if I should run for my life or try to stop them before they destroy the college. Jerry Justice comes running out of Poling and grabs me. We rush to his car and drive away. I curse, I cry, Jerry keeps his eyes on the road. I ask him what in the hell is going on? He tells me. The Conservative Coalition has come out of retirement to face the new Liberal Legion. And as they battle over the hearts of students they are tearing down the institution.

     I wake in a cold sweat. It’s only eleven. I go out in the hallway to get a sip of water. I hear a freshman talking about the financial bailout and they ask me what I think of free-market economy. I tell him I am going back to bed. He laughs and tells me that a liberal would just sleep on it. I shut my door and sit at my desk. Back to schoolwork.