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Two Forms of I.D., Part 2 by Joe Six-Pack "Sometimes, Jean, I don't know what you're thinking." Harvey said. "How many men have ever proposed to me, Harvey?" Jean had obviously practiced the answers to the obvious question. "I'll tell you how many. One. Patrick. It's my one chance at happiness. You know that." Harvey's pretty head was spinning, shocked into near stupor. Everything he had planned on was falling apart again. He just wanted to get things back to normal. "Couldn't you have just told him?" "That I had a daughter who is really my brother and he's touring the country to avoid fraud charges?" Jean reminded him. "He'd have had me locked up!" Harvey was seated on "Christina's" bed, in "Christina's" room, looking at "Christina's" things, scattered about the room. Apparently, Jean had redecorated his old room as a cover for her story with Patrick. She had thought of every detail. There were posters, a closet full of trendy teen fashions, and a vanity in the corner. Harvey surveyed the room and buried his head in his hands. "Why did you have to say anything about having a daughter at all?" Harvey wanted to know. "How could I have hidden that?" Jean replied. "Can we at least tell him now?" Harvey said, in a whine. Jean stared into space. She didn't have a good answer for that one. "I don't know. I think he really does love me, but I have to be sure, Harvey. Otherwise, he might leave me." Jean's hands started to tremble. If there was one thing that Harvey had noticed about his sister was her newfound sense of calm. He heard it on the phone when he called on the road. She seemed at peace. Maybe that's what a relationship could do for her. It would help her find that stability she had been looking for for so long. And now here she was, her hands shaking and body shivering, about to lose all that she had gained. Grudgingly, Harvey took her hand and tried to comfort her. "It's all right, Jean. It'll be okay." Jean hugged her brother, and Harvey hugged back. "I'll tell him if you really want me too, Harvey. I can't keep hurting you like this." Harvey held her tighter. "It's all right Jean. I'll be Christina for a little while longer. You tell him when you're ready. Just remember, I'd rather it be sooner than later, okay?" --- "How's it feel to be sleeping in your own bed again, short stuff?" Patrick asked Harvey the next morning. Harvey involuntarily twitched at the nickname. "Great!" Harvey said brightly. Six months of being a "Yes! to Life" troupe member had left him with the ability to fake happiness without even thinking about it. "It's so great to be back home!" Harvey sat down at the table in a shapeless nightgown he had found last night in his closet. It had a pattern of tiny strawberries on it. The sound of cereal spilling into harvey's bowl temporarily halted conversation. Harvey had correctly figured the "Boo Berry" cereal in the cupboard was for the child in the house. It was then that Jean appeared in the hallway in her robe, yawning and stretching. "You'd better get off to work, hun." "I don't..." Harvey started to say before he realized who Jean was talking to. "Ha!" Patrick chuckled. "You don't have to go to work for a few more years, Christina, do you?" Patrick continued to chuckle as he rose and put on his coat. He walked over to Jean and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be back by five thirty. What say I pick up some chinese on the way home? We'll have a party! Just the three of us!" Harvey sat up straight in his seat. "That'd be great! I'd love that!" He was obviously too used to going along with the group. "I'll see you then my lovely ladies!" Patrick said, as he left the house. "Oh God." Harvey said, the instant the door closed. "I don't know if I can keep this up." He got up to go to the fridge to get some milk. "Look at me. I'm eating kid's cereal even. God help me." "Oh!" Jean said, intercepting Harvey's attempt to fill his bowl with milk. "Don't use that milk!" She swiped the carton from his hands. "It's bad." Despite that, Harvey saw her put it back in the fridge. She then produced a new container, and gave it to Harvey. "I can use this one?" Harvey sarcastically asked. "I mean, it's okay?" Jean watched him pour before talking. "So what do you think?" "Looks white." Harvey said. "No, not the milk! What do you think of Patrick?" Harvey spooned a couple of mouthfuls before responding. "I guess he's okay. He seems nice." "Yeah." Jean replied dreamily. "Hey, why aren't you going to work?" Harvey asked. "Aren't you going to be late?" "I quit," She responded. "You QUIT?" Harvey asked. He slurped down more cereal. "Why?" "Patrick's rich. He makes a lot of money. More than I ever will." Jean smiled. "You were a vice president!" Harvey couldn't believe that the reason he had to start dressing like this in the first place was now irrelevant. "You... You had everything!" He spooned up his last few bits of cereal. "You just gave it up?" "Well... yes." Jean said. "I want to be his full-time wife. And if I never see that dumb office again, it will be too soon." "Huh." Despite his shock at learning this, Harvey stifled a yawn and picked up the bowl. He loudly slurped down the remaining milk. "What's he do?" Jean looked nervous for a moment. "He's a recruiter. He recruits people for highly specialized work." "Really?" Harvey said. His eyelids started to close on him. "I must be really tired from all that traveling." He shook his head to try and wake it. "I'm dead on my feet. Spent." "Really?" Jean said, interested. "Tired? But you had a full night's sleep." Harvey kept blinking. The room turned colors. "I know. I guess I didn't get enough, though." Jean closely observed her brother. "So, Harvey, I think we need to keep working on our cover story until we tell Patrick the truth, don't you?" Harvey nodded. "Mmm-hmm." "So let's just get in the habit of using the right names around the house. Right, honey?" Harvey nodded again. "Why don't we try it." Jean asked. "What's your name?" "Hrrrvey," he slurred. Jean corrected him. "No, Your name is Christina." "Chrrsstna." Harvey repeated. "What's your name?" "Chrrsstna." "What is it? Concentrate, now." Harvey squinted in mental effort. "Christina." "That's right, honey. You're my daughter, Christina." Jean's face relaxed. She was in total control. "And who am I?" "Jnn?" Harvey said, now unsure of everything. "Mother. I'm your Mother." "Muthr." "Mom." "Mm." "That's right, honey. Just keep listening to your Mother. She'll help you figure everything out." Jean unfolded a piece of paper she had in the pocket of her robe and started to read from it. --- "Patrick's home!" Jean called from the living room. "He's got dinner!" Bursting out of his room, Harvey appeared at the front door to relieve Patrick of his bounty. In a flash, the take-out cartons had been opened, and Harvey was busy dumping a bunch of rice onto his plate. "Must be hungry!" Patrick observed. Harvey nodded in response. He had too full a mouth to answer. "Have a nice day, honey?" Patrick asked Jean. "Very productive." Jean answered with a knowing grin. Patrick smiled back. "Good. Good." He looked over Harvey carefully. "Christina..." Harvey looked up, ready to respond. "...when do you go back to school?" "Mom wants to home-school." Harvey grabbed a spring roll and nibbled. Patrick bowed his head in respect to Jean. She had been very productive with Christina. "What about while you were on tour? Didn't you need to be in school then?" he further queried. "They had a tutor for us." Harvey spat out a little cabbage as he talked. "Christina! Watch your manners!" Jean scolded. "Muth-errr!" Harvey complained. "Chew. Then talk." Jean said forcefully. Harvey mockingly exaggerated his chewing motion in response. Patrick chuckled at the mother-daughter interplay. "Well, it must have been a very interesting six months on the road." Harvey shrugged. "Umm...." Patrick was at a loss for conversation. "Honey?" He said to Jean. "Christina, I did get a call today from an agent." Jean said. "Wha 'bout?" Harvey asked, half listening. "Somebody who saw you on the tour. He said he was very impressed with your singing and thought you were a great dancer. He asked if you wanted to do some demos and send them to the record companies." Jean nonchalantly picked out some glazed pork from a carton. "I told him you weren't interested." "What!?" Harvey screeched. "Why!?" Jean pretended to be surprised. "I thought that you were through with show business now, sweetie." "Are you crazy? This could be my big break!" Harvey couldn't believe it. "Please tell me you at least got his number!" "Oh, I think I wrote it down somewhere..." Jean teased. She plucked a note from her pocket. "Oh! Silly me. Here it is." Harvey dropped everything, grabbed the note and sped off to get to a phone. --- "Harvey!?" David called from across the lawn. "Harvey!" Harvey, who was fidgeting with the lock to Jean's front door, turned to see a man locking up his car. "David!" Harvey called. He ran along the walkway and tackled David in a bear hug. "Where have you been!?" David had to find his feet again, knocked off balance by the embrace. "I've been around." Harvey let go and started to guide David to the house. "I've been calling you and there's no answer. I thought maybe your tour got extended." "Well, I guess I should have called you." Harvey said apologetically. "I've just been so busy since I got back." David, now close up and personal with Harvey, noted that the man before him had undergone some drastic changes in almost every way. He barely even recognized his friend. His personality was definitely different, a lot more "up" than he thought Harvey was capable of. Harvey must have just returned from some exercise or jogging, as he was wearing a ball cap, baggy sweatpants and a large loose t-shirt that almost fell to his knees. The shirt had the logo for the Powerpuff Girls on it. If he hadn't seen this person at the front door of Jean's house, he might have never made the connection to Harvey. "Do you have another gig or something? Didn't the money thing work out?" David asked. He wasn't sure why Harvey was still pretending to be a girl. "What?" Harvey responded. "No. I'm not working right now." He finally unlocked all the locks and opened the front door. "Mooo-ooom!! I'm home!!" He called out. David was a little startled to hear Harvey call out for his mother. She was living in Florida. Was she visiting? "She's not home. Cool." Harvey went into the kitchen. "You want a Pepsi?" He asked on his way. "Beer?" David replied. "Sorry! The beer's not mine! It's Patrick's!" "Who?" David thought for a minute. "Oh yeah, Jean told me about him! Is he living here?" Harvey returned from the kitchen with two cans of Diet Pepsi and tossed one to David. "That's why I'm still doin' this." Harvey said, referring to his appearance. He jumped onto the sofa and curled his legs under him as he grabbed the TV remote. "They're engaged." "Really!" David said with surprise. He was one of the many that figured Jean would spend her life as on old maid, clinging to Harvey's side. "Dude! That's good news. But why..." Harvey was flipping through ten channels a second. "All he knows is that Jean's got a daughter. He doesn't know the rest." "Ohhhh." David said, finally getting the picture. "I mean, you're gonna tell him, right?" "Jean's going to. When she's ready." Harvey sipped his drink. "Which better be soon. Believe me." David popped the top on the can, and started to drink down the strange non-alcoholic substance. "Urf." He said to the can. He wasn't used to it. "Um. So... You gonna be okay?" "I'll be fine. After six months pretending to be a girl, I can do it for a little while longer." Harvey said, finally stopping the channel on "Spongebob Squarepants." "The money worked out okay?" David wanted to know. "The what?" Harvey replied. David was a little worried. "The money for the trust fund?" For a moment, it didn't look like Harvey knew what he was talking about. "Oh..." It was coming back to him. "Yeah. The trust fund. That's all worked out. Sucks that I won't be able to touch it 'till I'm 18, though." "You're 25, Harvey." David had to clarify. Harvey looked confused, then snapped out of it. "You know what I mean." He said, dismissing his error with the wave of his hand. He then decided to remove the cap he was wearing, which released his shoulder-length hair. David nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the lush, well-kept, feminine hair on Harvey's head. "Are you okay, man?" David had to ask. "Yeah. Fine. Why?" An alarm went off on Harvey's watch. He stopped it quickly. "You just seem... different." David was trying to say something very strange without sounding strange. Harvey reached onto the table and stuck his fingers into a tiny bowl on the table. He found a few of his vitamins and popped them into his mouth and took a swig of the soda to wash them down. David took a long look at that bowl. "Those aren't your normal B-12's are they?" "Hmm?" Harvey said, not really listening. David reached over and grabbed a few pills and took a look at them. "They're awfully big for just vitamins." He carefully examined them. "Mind if I try 'em?" "Okay. But don't chew them - they're groce tasting." "Thanks." David said. Harvey's attention was into the cartoon, and David pocketed the pills when he was sure he couldn't be seen. "So, what'cha been up to?" "Just stuff." Harvey responded. Suddenly he remembered something. "Oh! It's the coolest thing! I did this demo for this guy, and he's going to try and get me a record contract!" "A record contract? For what?" David was curious. Harvey had never said he could play an instrument. "Singing, jerk!" "Singing?" David had to say, to make sure he heard that right. "As a girl?" "This guy thinks I've got a great voice." Harvey said, excitedly. He seemed to ignore the more important part of David's question. "Uh. Okay." David needed to pause. "I was going to ask you about that. You've always had a high voice, Harv, but right now you kinda sorta sound like a perky... cheerleader... or something." "I've been working on it!" Harvey said with pride. "I think I can still get it higher!" "Good?" David replied, unsure that was the correct answer. "Yeah, it's good! The more range I have, the better I can sing." "Okay." David was more and more suspicious. Harvey sprang up off the sofa. "I must stink. I'm gonna shower and change." He tossed the remote to David. "You wanna do anything? Go anywhere?" "You wanna see a movie?" David asked. "Yeah! Just give me a few minutes." Harvey said, disappearing into the hallway. David heard a few doors open and close before the shower noise began. He flipped through the channels until he just let it stop on some old movie. He turned up the volume and checked down the hallway. He went to the front door to check and make sure Jean or Patrick weren't pulling up in the driveway, and then he went into the kitchen. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew something very strange was happening in this house. David looked through all the cabinets and found nothing strange. Except for the Boo Berry. He moved on to the living room and opened the drawers and checked the shelves. He read through the book titles. He couldn't find anything. He checked down the hallway and saw the bathroom door was still closed. Carefully, quietly, he snuck his way down the hall, and abruptly stopped at the first door. Inside, the pink walls and canopy bed made it clear there was a teenage girl living here. "Wow." David muttered to himself. It was really authentic looking. The details were incredible. It really looked like Harvey was selling this "Christina" identity hard. He opened up a drawer on the vanity, only to find a haystack of cosmetics. He moved over to the closet, and saw the small amount of clothing hanging there. Most of the clothes were strewn about the room in chaos. He walked over to the bed, again checking for anything out of the ordinary. David heard a loud gasp from behind him. He quickly turned to find Harvey standing before him in the doorway, naked to the world. David would have apologized, he would have come up with some excuse. But instead he couldn't tear his eyes away from Harvey's body. It curved. And not in the way a man's body should. The hips kind of flared. The shoulders were narrow. The neck was thin. His legs gently undulated in a very feminine shape. And where Harvey was trying to cover himself, he had very small lumps. On a girl, they would be called boobs. "What!?..." Harvey started to say. David slowly approached Harvey and pulled his arms away from his chest. He studied it and felt his throat go dry. "What's happened to you, Harvey?" He croaked. Harvey dove to avoid him, and grabbed a bed sheet to cover himself. "What do you mean?" He said. "Harvey. What's happened to your body?" David asked. "You've got..." He made the international sign for breasts by cupping his two hands. "It's just an infection." Harvey said, trying to regain his composure. "It'll go away." "Harvey." David said. "It's not your problem anyway. Why don't you leave?" Harvey protested. "Harvey." Harvey got loud. "Just get out! You're invading my privacy!!" "Harvey!!" David was louder. Harvey slumped onto his bed. "I don't know. I don't know what's happening. I... I... It started happening in Arizona. On the tour. It was just one day, I looked down and something had changed." "Has it gotten any worse?" David asked. "Yeah. I thought it would stop. I thought it was the flu or a weird bug. But it seems to be happening faster, now." Harvey seemed to be on the verge of crying. "You need to see a Doctor." David stated the obvious. "Right now." "I asked Patrick, but he said I should just wait it out." Harvey said. "And I couldn't tell Jean." David felt the vitamin pills inside his shirt pocket he had taken. "I think she knows." "What?" Harvey asked. "I just don't want you talking to Patrick or Jean about this, okay?" "Why?" "Just promise me, you'll keep this to yourself, until I can check on something. Okay?" David grasped the small man by the shoulder. "Okay?" Harvey looked up into David's eyes. "Okay." "Good. I'll call you tomorrow morning. Just go on like normal, and wait for my call." "Okay." Harvey sniffed. --- David drove off that afternoon worried. He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he couldn't figure out the 'why' question. His best friend was being feminized, slowly and carefully. Harvey's world had been somehow controlled, forcing him to make all the wrong choices, and forcing him to adjust to the impossible situation he was now in. When he had first heard of the 'Christina' plan, he had laughed hard and long. It was one of the funniest things he had ever heard. Now that humor had turned into horror. Harvey seemed more Christina then he did Harvey, in body, and his mind would surely follow. It was Jean who was behind it. It had to be. She was the one with all these weak excuses to keep Harvey in skirts. How in the hell would she have ever gotten away with all the lies she's been telling Harvey? And this Patrick guy was in on it as well. He knew Harvey was changing, and he had tried to hide it from him. Did Jean want a family - and for some twisted reason decide to turn Harvey into her daughter? Did Patrick have some sort of control over Jean and Harvey? And why didn't Harvey suspect anything? It was plainly obvious what was happening to his body. And he ignored it? David pulled up to a forensics lab he used in some of his legal cases. Inside, he handed over the pills to one of his most trusted experts for analysis, and told him to "put a rush on it." David hung around for the results, knowing one thing for sure. They had estrogen in them. This was how Harvey was being changed physically. But mentally? Maybe it was drugs. Maybe it was hypnosis. Maybe it was something else. When the tech came back with the result four hours later, David went over it in every detail. Sure enough, the pills were cocktails of estrogen and anti-androgens. There was a small percentage of human growth hormone, to accelerate the changes, and a smaller amount of progesterone for breast development. David didn't find what he'd hoped he'd find. There were no trace of muscle relaxants, mind-altering drugs, or even sleeping pills. All these things did was feminize. The mental aspect of Harvey's change was still unsolved. The next morning, he tried to call Jean's old number, but couldn't get through. It hadn't been disconnected, but the phone would ring once and then hang up. He knew well the sound. A caller ID block had been placed on his number. Someone there at the house didn't want him to talk to Harvey. David parked his car down the street from Jean's house and waited patiently. A tall man in a business suit left around 7:45. That was probably Patrick, leaving Jean and Harvey inside. Soon after, David accidentally dozed off. He awoke sometime around two, cursing at himself for doing so. Looking at the driveway of the house, he saw that Jean's car was gone. That meant that either Jean had left alone, or possibly both Jean and Harvey were gone. He waited a little while longer to pick up any more clues, but there were none forthcoming. David found himself at the front door of the house. He wasn't sure what to do. He'd have to tell Harvey about the pills, but after that, then what? If he was sensible, Harvey would leave with him right then and there. But If Harvey had been coerced in to staying, or if he didn't believe him, what was he going to do? He rang the bell. The curtain at the side of the door opened briefly, and the door started to unlock. "David! Why didn't you call?" Harvey ushered David inside. David stood there, contemplating exactly how he was going to say this. But before he could form a thought, he was attacked. Harvey leapt up and wrapped his arms around him, screaming. "I got it!! I got it!!!" Harvey shrieked. David swam his way out of Harvey's hold and put him back down on the ground. He looked around to see the other people in the room. There weren't any. Harvey, however, was hopping up and down with the goofiest look of glee on his face. "I got it!!" He repeated. And he hugged David again. He had been into hugging lately. "What!?" David needed to know what was going on. "I got the contract!" Harvey said, bouncing still. David's reply was to twist his face to indicate a lack of information. "The record contract! They want me to be a rock star!" Harvey caught his breath and pulled the hair from his face. "They phoned me this morning. They like the demos I made so much, they're going to re-mix then and release them on CD!" David was still unable to form a reply. "Two million dollars!" Harvey said, filling in an important blank. "They're going to pay me two million if it sells two hundred thousand! Five million if goes gold!!" Harvey started to bounce again, and David tried to hold him still. "Harvey! I have to tell you something!" David tried to say. "The contract is getting FedEx'd here by four! That's why I'm so glad you're here! I need you to be my lawyer!" Harvey was an uncontrollable ball of energy. "Can you check the contract!? I can pay you any fee! A huge retainer! We'll both be rich!" "Harvey! They're turning you into a girl!" David said. "They're going to shoot a video next month! I get to be in a video!!" Harvey went on. David grabbed Harvey by the shoulders and shook hard. "Stop it!!" Harvey's face turned to shock. "The vitamins are hormones! Jean is turning you into a girl!!" David said firmly. Harvey had no reply. He wasn't ready for that. David lowered his voice. "Those B-12 vitamins. I had them analyzed." "W-W-What..." Harvey sputtered. "They're hormones. Estrogen." David wanted to be as clear as possible. "They're the pills they give transsexuals before surgery. Girl pills" Harvey's eyes widened out as his mind was about to complete it's 180-degree turn. "What?" David went over the facts again. "You're being changed into a girl by your sister and maybe her lover. We need to get out of here, immediately." Harvey lost his strength as David was holding him, so he deposited Harvey on the nearby lounge chair. "Harvey?" Harvey could only hear a buzz in his ears. When David stopped the car, he let himself out and went around to the other side to let Harvey out. Harvey wasn't doing a lot of things on his own. He was in too deep inside his own head. David had stopped the car at Whitaker Park, the only local park in the area. He assisted Harvey to the park bench where they both sat down. David didn't want to take Harvey back home, and he figured that as long as they were both out in public, there wouldn't be anything suspicious. That's the way he thought, being a lawyer. "I suppose I knew it." Harvey said, after not speaking for an hour or so. "Somewhere, inside, I guess I knew." David was ready to let Harvey talk it out, and he just listened. "Mom... Jean gave me a bag full of pills before I left on the tour. Mark - one of the guys in the troupe - said he knew what they were. His Uncle was using them - his Uncle was a transsexual." Harvey turned to face nothing in particular. "I thought he was just trying to screw with me. But I think... At least I'm pretty sure... I knew. I don't know why I kept taking them. By the time I could see what was happening, I guess I tried to ignore it. I didn't want to believe what it meant." Harvey then started to rub his neck. "When Jean started coming up with these weird excuses... I don't know why I went along with everything. Maybe it was just the easiest thing to do." David finally spoke. "I think they may have been controlling you somehow. Hypnosis maybe." Harvey didn't budge. "Makes sense. I guess nothing would shock me now." Harvey got on his feet and started to walk along the path. David joined him. "I don't know about Patrick, though. I can't pin much of this on him." "I don't know how he could have not known." David said. Harvey shrugged. They kept walking until they came upon another bench, where they sat again. Harvey's hand balled up into fists. "Two million dollars, David." David was startled to hear that. "But Harv..." "Two million. A record deal. Videos." Harvey turned away from David. "Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a rock star?" David chuckled. "We all want to be rock stars, Harvey." "Yeah." Harvey said. Followed by a long silence. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" David asked. Harvey sighed. "I'd be set. No more money problems." "But money's not the reason, is it?" David hid a smirk on his face. Harvey looked at him, and said something as honestly and earnestly as anything he had said in his life. "I want the fame, David." David nodded. "Jean was always my life. I wanted to leave that house. But I couldn't. I wanted to go somewhere. Do big things. Be famous. But there was always Jean to worry about. I could never leave." Harvey's eyes wandered into the ether. "If I just could have left that house. And done something big with my life." "Get your parents' attention." "Thanks, doc." Harvey cracked. "Yeah. If you want to go that deep." "Do you want me to take you back to Jean's, Harvey?" Harvey wasn't sure that what was what he was getting at. But then he realized it was. "I can't leave that contract on the table. It's what I've always wanted." Harvey thought for a long minute. "Come back with me, David." David lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. "I'm going to sign that contract. I don't know what Jean's up to, but I don't think she means me any harm. I don't know about Patrick." Harvey stood up to leave. "If I can trust one person in this world, I trust you. If you'll help me do this the way I want to." David got up and scratched his beard. "Patrick? Jean?" "I can handle 'em." "I think you're getting in way over your head, Harvey." David said. "I think this is the stupidest thing you could do." David pulled his car keys from his pocket. "But let's get going. I have to check out that contract." Harvey walked up to David, ready to thank him. David retreated a step, ready to get hugged again, when Harvey stuck out his hand. David shook it firmly. --- Jean was trying vainly to stop Harvey as he went through the house, grabbing the things he wanted. "I don't understand, Christina! What's wrong?" "HARVEY!" Harvey corrected her harshly. "Your brother, Harvey!" Jean followed Harvey from room to room, in tears. "I don't understand! Why are you doing this, honey!?" "Just get out of my way, Mom!" Harvey yelled. "Jean! Goddamn it!" He swore as he corrected himself. "What the hell did you to to my head!?" Harvey went into his room and grabbed a bag full of clothes, and slung them over his shoulder. He tried to find anything from his former life to take with him. He didn't see anything he recognized. The doorbell rang, and Harvey headed off for it, pushing the crying Jean aside. At the door was Patrick. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" Patrick asked. "Get out of my way, man." Harvey said tersely. "You just get her some help." He was pointing to Jean. "She needs it." A FedEx van pulled up in front of the house, and Harvey went out to go meet it. "That for Christina Angler?" He asked the driver. "Yeah." The driver responded. It was the contract. Harvey signed for it and took it away. Patrick, who had been brought up to speed by now was going after Harvey, following him as he walked to David's car. "Hold up there, Christina!" He called out. "Stay out of this, Patrick!" Harvey called back. "You don't know the whole story!" "Christina!" Patrick yelled back. "Don't do this!" He caught up to Harvey, as he was getting into David's waiting car. Gasping for breath, he caught up as the car started. "Don't throw your future away, Chistina!" Patrick the positioned himself in front of the car, to block them. "Don't tear up that contract!" Harvey stuck his head out the window. "Get out of the way!!" "Just tell me what's wrong!" Patrick yelled back. "We can try to fix it!! Together!! I just think you need to take it easy, okay!? That contact could make you a lot of money!" Harvey gave him a funny look. "Who said I wasn't going to sign it?" Patrick then relaxed. He gave Harvey a long, studied look. Then he stepped out of they way. Not waiting, David stepped on the gas and drove on. "Before you do sign that, you'll need a proper I.D. and such, you know." David said to Harvey. "You have any contacts?" Harvey asked. "No." David said. He handed Harvey a piece of paper with a few names on it. Harvey grinned. "You are such a lawyer." As the car sped off in the distance, a puzzled Jean ran up to Patrick. "Why did you let her go, Patrick!? WHY!?" Patrick put his arm around Jean's shoulders. "I think it's her time. I think she's ready."