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An English Country Garden Carrying gear for Faerie through customs can be... interesting. The Customs agent looked at the small pile of metal sections before him, curious. "What is this?" he asked. "Models of pikes," Lady Penelope told him. "May I?" "Please." She took one of the sets, and assembled it into a 16" pike, long haft, with a wide razor sharp blade on the end. She held it out, and the agent looked at it. "Not really a period piece." "No. But it was made by an American, and he made it the way he thought it should be." "Yes. A pity the Colonials never faced our army when we used those." The man admired the work. "Must have cost a pretty penny." "In materials about a quarter," she replied. "Workmanship runs them up to about four dollars a unit." "A very expensive toy to import. You have how many of these?" "250." She motioned toward Erika and Harry. "But my friends are going on an extended trip to the Greek islands, and they will be transporting half of them along with a hundred of the letter openers and another 125 of the bows." The agent lifted the three inch long bow, looking at it and the tiny arrows. Then took one of the swords from its case. "Careful. They are sharp." He looked at her, then picked up a piece of paper and tried the edge. "Wicked sharp," he agreed. "You know, if this were the 17th century, I would think you were arms merchants." The group from American laughed politely. He handed the pike back to Lady Penelope who broke it down again, and waved them through. "That was nerve wracking," Erika admitted. "Even with Homeland Security, the United States is far more lenient about what can and cannot be brought in that we British are," Lady Penelope explained. "On the continent before the European Union it was even worse. You will still have to go through customs in each country, but having an entry stamp from one of our members will get you through without having to get a visa with each." She stopped at the duty free store, buying a bottle of Laiphroaig scotch. "If I had brought a bottle with me, they would have charged me import duties on it as well, she pointed out. "A good thing the better scotch is on this side of the customs shed. "Since you two have a few days before you go on, I would suggest you come with us." "Listen, Lady P," Henry said. "I don't think we'll pull a Cynthia on you." She looked at him calmly. "I would hope not. But everyone is worried." "I know." Erika had been devastated by Cynthia's conversion. The one woman she had felt closest to had run away to Faerie. She had to admit that living under such conditions had it's appeal. The nickname for it was the Tahiti syndrome. The fact that they had even named it showed how prevalent it was back then. They collected their baggage, and Lady P rented a car. Then they drove down the Thames toward Herne Bay. They parked, and waited. A few moments later, the Faerie that had left the ship when they entered the estuary arrived. Lupine and Thistle settled on Martin's neck, each holding their newborn children. Bromeliad and the sisters from Chicago, Lantana and Tuberose settled on Henry. The pregnant Faerie moaned, rubbing her belly, and Henry brushed her head delicately. "Never again." She moaned. She had been the only one that had gotten seasick on the passage, and the others had ridden her unmercifully about it. The sight of a limp form hanging over the edge of the toilet aboard had been funny in a sick sort of way. When she had fallen in during a storm had been even more funny. "Well you have about three weeks before you have to go sailing again," Henry said. "By then, you should have had the baby, and it might be easier." "And if it is not?" She glared at him. "Then Martin's friend will have to fly you home." "I will not leave you ma belle," she insisted. "My dear, I cannot risk you and the baby. But what of my other responsibilities?" She sighed, rubbing her cheek against his neck. "I hope it does not come to that." "Me too." Jasmine who had stayed with them since Las Vegas grinned. Yucca had been with them just as long. She merely sighed, tugging Martin's ear. "When am I going to have the chance to have a baby?" "Until we can get some locals to join us, we had better not discuss that," the man told her. "We have two with new born, and Bromeliad still to deliver. I don't know how they're going to slip her through customs as it is." The girls shuddered at that. When they were pregnant or nursing, their ability to hide failed them. Only the fact that the two with Martin wouldn't have to worry about customs until they were ready to depart saved them from more problems. Lady Penelope allowed the conversation to flow around her as she took the road toward the City. She pulled up at a small pub on the way for lunch. Then they continued on. The girls looked out of the windows in amazement. Most Americans think of England and see London or the White Cliffs. But there is so much more to see, and the area they were in was built up, but in a manner that would have driven an American developer mad. So much land had not been used, and a developer would have salivated at the prospect. But Lady Penelope was proud of her people. Why build a hundred cracker box homes when twenty spread out more sedately was so much more satisfying to the eye? They stopped at a small inn south of Greenwich, and the fairy that were capable vanished into the sky. Erika leaned back, sipping her ale. As an American, she had gotten used to the American beers, almost all lagers. The English beer was darker, smoother, and had a sharper kick. The small tables had been laid out with ease for the single barmaid in mind, and they had taken the farthest from the door in self defense. Lantana and Tuberose landed. "Clan in the park," they reported. Jasmine and Yucca arrived with the report that there was another clan to the south. Martin and Lady P were confused. Unless they had come down right on the cusp between the two clans, they were too close together, less than ten kilometers apart. "We'll take the Northern group," Henry said. "Did you look at the street signs as I said?" He asked. "Yeah, Henry." Lantana rolled her eyes. "It's like the park. Okay?" "I am not sure," Lady P said softly. "Penelope, we have to go on our own sooner or later," Erika commented. "Are you going all the way to Greece with us?" Lady Penelope looked to Martin. "They're right, my lady. We'll have to kick them out of the nest eventually." "I understand that, Martin. But..." "Henry laughed. "I'll make a deal with you, Lady P. If Erika decides she like carpet munching, I'll let you know. If I decide I like it, she can let you know." "Henry, that was unnecessarily vulgar," she replied tartly. "You're right. But if you have to watch over us, we'll have one team of four in England. Not two teams." "I worry about you both, you know that." Henry sighed. "Ma'am, Cynthia was always a bit of a green if you know what I mean. The idea of living the way the Greens would like appealed to her. Me?" He thumped his chest. "Take away my game boy and internet, and I'm reduced to a quivering mass of Jello." "Oh I think you have some stiffening there." Erika batted her eyelashes at him. He flushed, and they all laughed. "All right. But let us know before you decide to check out of the program," Lady Penelope said. "Give us that much at least." The two younger members agreed, and caught a cab. She watched them go wistfully. Martin rubbed her shoulder. "They'll be all right, Penelope." "I hope so, Martin," she replied. Then she turned to Yucca and Jasmine. "Do you have a location, my dears?" ***** Henry had asked the cabbie where there was a small hotel near the park, and unlike an American cabbie who would have seen dollar signs, this one had deposited them at a small hostel. Erika had handled the room and having the baggage moved up to the room while Henry had separated out one set of the trade goods. When Erika joined him, they walked into the park. The Faerie had gone ahead, so they didn't worry about observers. "You're scared," he said as they went deeper into the trees. "Am not." "Erika, you're almost choking my hand." He stopped taking both of hers in his hands. "I understand why it frightens you." "Oh really?" she snapped back. "You've only been a woman what, five six months? And your best female friend just went off and decided that she loved Faerie more than the outside world." "I-" She bit her lip. "I haven't had the best life in the real world Henry." "I know it might upset you, but I asked Lady Penelope and Martin what you told them, and filled it in with news reports." "Oh." That word showed a mass of pain. "Erika, if anyone really deserved a chance to run away to Faerie, yours is it." He looked into her eyes. "Even if I have to take a charter back to the States because you did it, do you think I would stop you?" "Henry..." She squeezed his hands. "I just thought I was getting a handle on being female when Cynthia did her bit." She squeezed his hands hard. "What if... What if I think I feel better there? This will be the first time among them again for me." He sighed, and a hand touched her face. "Erika, if you decide to stay... I won't stop you. If anyone deserves a good life, it's you." They looked around. In an American park, they would have had a dozen spectators by now. But the British reserve kept them from gawking. Erika took his arm, and they proceeded. As much as people try to avoid them, there are always sections of any city park that simply feel uninviting, or cold. Not surprising, that is where most Faerie clans met. Lantana and Tuberose led them to a section where most people would not go, and a score of Faerie rose from the trees to confront them. With the experiences of Rob, Martin and Lady Penelope, even the Xavier Brothers to call on, Henry began the spiel. "We represent several realms of the United States," he began. "From Los Angeles to Halifax Nova Scotia. From Miami to Victoria British Columbia." "Halifax and Victoria aren't American," one of the Faerie they faced snapped. "Perhaps we should have said North America," Erika replied. "Two years ago, one human man decided to link all of the tribes of the Faerie so that we can help each other." "For what purpose?" The same Faerie demanded. "To help each other," Henry replied. "That link went from the city of Los Angeles to Pittsburgh. From there to Miami, from Miami to Taos New Mexico. From Taos to Chicago. We have grown from one lone man with a mission to four mobile teams and a dozen people in cities that have accepted this as our cause." He motioned toward the Faerie. "We have with us representatives of the city of Chicago. But the other team which is contacting the realm to the south had members from Las Vegas Nevada." "We bring you greetings, and a way to communicate with those on that foreign shore." Erika took out the Treo. "When we go farther East we will need other versions of this, but this unit is yours as a gift." She set it down, activating it as a swirl of Faerie nestled around it. "Along with the unit itself, we will give you three more things." She drew out the Play Station Plus. "This will play motion pictures that have been converted to it's system. This is a solar panel which can recharge all of the equipment we have brought. And since you have more overcast days here than we had anticipated, a hand cranked unit which will also charge them." Henry activated the Treo, and set up the internet. "Here." He tapped in the main website, and the Faerie gasped as it came up. He put in his HENRY-8 and an e-mail box lit. "That is my mail. Let us see." He touched the first from PADRAIGH2. EIGHT NEW MOTHERS HERE. TELL ROB THANK YOU. "What does that mean?" the recalcitrant fairy demanded. "We have discovered that your own natural cycle will heal those with injuries," Erika said. "A Fairy in Hawaii with a broken back and pelvis walks and will bear a child thanks to that research. Eight fairy who were crippled saving a friend's life are now healed. A human child in Texas is freed of a deadly disease." She slapped her own leg. "I was a human boy until six months ago, and a Fairy briefly with crippling injuries. Yet I am whole again thanks to you." She knelt. "We come to help, and there are no rules as to how we may help beyond limiting what we give you." She looked at the Fair above her head. "Please, let us help you." One of the Fairy floated before her eyes. "We must discuss this further. Will you join us in our home tonight?" Erika closed her eyes. "With pleasure." ***** Erika looked at the stone work of the Faerie lair in the park. "I have never seen such work before." She ran her hand along the wall. "Who did this?" "We did. Back when the Romans first invaded," Compass Rose, the local queen replied. Erika felt a thrill. The wall she had touched was almost 2,000 years old! "Excellent work," she murmured. "We though so at the time," Compass Rose commented. The Faerie realm had been emplaced in a section of pre-Roman sewers. There were only about fifty here, but Lady Penelope and Martin had already contacted the other nest. The Southern realm had more than a hundred. As Henry taught them about the Treo's search engines, she had begun researching the contacts she had compiled so many months ago. "All right, there is this man in London. Anyone want to contact him?" "Can we?" a faerie asked. "Why not?" Erika brought up the e-mail PICADILLY7. She tapped a series of keys. "He's in the chat room." The girls watched entranced. The most recent of their converts had been brought over during the second world war. TAG-ALONG 17: HEY PICADILLY7! PICADILLY7: HEY ERIKA. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN HELP YOU WITH? TAG-ALONG 17: HOW CLOSE ARE YOU TO GREENWICH PARK? PICADILLY7: LESS THAN TEN KILOMETERS. WHY? TAG-ALONG 17: DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN FAERIE? OF IS IT JUST HYPE? WANT TO MEET THEM RIGHT NOW? PICADILLY7: WHERE AND WHEN? TAG-ALONG 17: IN THE PARK IN GREENWICH. ARRIVE WITH A BUNCH OF ROSES. PICADILLY7: WHY ROSES? TAG-ALONG 17: SO WE KNOW WHO TO CONTACT, YOU DUMMY. PICADILLY7: AGREED. WHAT WINE? Erika looked at the faerie around her. "What would you-" "Port," one said instantly. "I haven't tasted a decent port since the Armada." TAG-ALONG 17: A VINTAGE PORT. There was a pause. PICADILLY7: HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT A TEASER? TAG-ALONG 17: MY FRIEND, IF YOU COME, YOU WILL SEE TRUE FAERIE. IF THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU WISH TO SEE, THAN STAY AWAY. ***** My friend, if you come, you will see true faerie. If that is not what you wish to see, that stay away. Colin Fitzroy remembered that comment. He looked at the dozen roses he held in one fist, and the port bottled in 1906 in the other. He was at odds with the world around him because his education had fitted him for little or nothing in the modern world. Too much of that education had focused on classical times, not enough on the modern world. He smirked. He was too well educated for the War Department. and not well enough for the Foreign ministry. The bottle was from his father's private reserve. Knowing the old man he would be more upset that he was swilling it than the fact that it was about 200 pounds a bottle right now. He had always been one of those that wished Elves and Faerie still existed. Part of him hoped the local poofters hadn't grasped the name as their own as the Americans had. He wanted to meet really faerie, not some old fart in colorful clothes after all. He'd worried so much that he had sipped some from the open bottle at home before he had come. Actually he had done more than sip, and he was pleasantly buzzed. The park was dark, and he knew in America it would be a deadly danger at this time of night. But his own home had yet to face such vicious people, and for that he was grateful. He sighed, straightened, and walked forward. Erika stood on the branch of a larch, watching the northern part of the park. The person had admitted to living in the City itself, many mile to the north. But the underground as they called their subway system ran this far out, and she wasn't too worried. Lupine of Greenwich flashed past her. "A young man is coming! And he has both flowers and port!" She cried. "All right, stations!' Erika shouted back, lifting into the air. She flew toward the path into the park from the North. She forgot how much difference there was between distances she had dealt with as a human and as a Faerie. The park was less than a kilometer wide, but while that was half an hour walk for a human on foot, it was ten minutes flying time for a Faerie. She settled in the notch of another tree, and looked ahead of her. The boy walked out, and she considered him thoughtfully. The others had agreed that she would be the one to contact him. After all, it had been she that spoke to him on the net, ***** Colin stopped at an odd cry. It sounded like a bird, but it also sounded more like a person pretending to be a bird. A flash of light shown through the trees, and he froze as he suddenly realized that nothing could have flown that low. The light approached, and stopped about six feet in front of him. "Oh god," he whispered. It was a woman about four inches tall. "I would hope from the flowers and port that you might be Picadilly7," she said. "Yes..." He clutched the flowers tighter. "Would that make you Erika?" "Yes." She settled on a branch near his face. "My name is Erika. What?s yours?" "I'm Colin." He stared at her. "You're a Fairy." "At the moment," she agreed. "Would you be interested in meeting more of us?" He stared at the diminutive figure. "Oh yes, I would." She smiled, and motioned. "Just a little further." She lifted off, and flew slowly so that he could watch her as she led him on. They came to a clearing, and dozens of faerie were there, flying around his head. "Join us!" one cried. He looked at her, turning in a circle to keep them in view. "But I can't!" "Will you trust us?" Erika asked him. "To do what?" "Allow you to join us, but not lose your humanity." He had an ecstatic look. "I can do that? Then yes, please." ***** The evening was rather confusing after a short while. Colin had opened the port, and served it around. But after the first glass, it became rather odd. Colin found himself four inches tall, and flew with them as they danced on the wind. It had bothered him a bit that he had been naked doing it, but the joy of having wings, of flying like a cicada finally breaching the ground had been almost too much. He had swirled with them into the night sky, and found himself naturally in the arms of a Faerie with bright red hair and a wicked expression. Even the change had been something his mind would accept, and his body reminded him of Kate Winslet. Though where the body suit came from he had no idea. They had drunk more port, and he was amazed that such a small bottle went so far. He went to sleep with his head in the lap of the red haired beauty, and wondered why she now had two pairs of wings. He woke up at sunset, sitting on his pile of clothes. The evening had been a pleasant blur, and he wasn't sure how much of it was real. He got dressed, slipping his hands into his pockets. He went home, expecting a row from his father. Nothing could be further from the truth. "Have you heard of Innerworld?" he asked. "An American company isn't it?" he replied rubbing his face. "They are sending representatives to speak with you." "With me." "Yes, Colin. You don't need to repeat what I say." The old man's mustache bristled. "May I ask why they are interested in you?" "Frankly father I have no idea." "Well they said something odd on the phone. Something about waiting for you to get home from Greenwich Park." He was going to ask how they had known he was there when there was a knock on the door. The woman that stood there was statuesque, and definitely British. There was a large man with her a smaller younger man, and... He stared as the girl smiled softly at him. "We meet again, Colin," Erika said. ***** The man running the electronics store looked at the young man who had just handed him the order. "Forty Bayberry palm computers," he said. "Forty Playstation plus players. Solar chargers. Hand wound chargers." He looked at the young man. "You know I have to order the charging equipment from the United States." "I understand. How quickly can the order be put together?" "If I have them shipped by air, Thursday at the earliest." He looked the boy up and down again. "That is... If you can afford it?" The boy handed him two things. A business card and his platinum credit card. COLIN FITZROY THE INNER WORLD ASSOCIATES LONDON BRANCH OFFICE PHONE 011-44-20-7-555-4987 CONTACT; COLIN FITZROY; OFFICE MANAGER On the back was an address in Lambeth. "Deliver them there." Cross Country "The best laid plans of mice and men." Henry sighed, watching the shore at Dunkerque approach. There had been reports of upgraded security on the Chunnel, and they had decided they should take the ferry across the channel. Bromeliad had turned green just thinking about it, but she had smiled bravely as they pulled the car onto the deck. Now she was sitting there, looking into his eyes in terror as the hovercraft made it's approach. "I'm surprised they didn't decide to just keep us in England," Erika commented. "After all, all the French you know is from junior high school, and I don't speak it at all." "Well as Martin said so bluntly, they have to kick us out of the nest sometime." Erika pictured small baby birds, with a hulking father kicking the protesting little feather balls into the air. Henry chuckled. "Right, fly you little bastards," he said. Erika snickered. They had picked up an additional Fairy in England, a natural born girl named Wormwood. She looked excited. After all, it was the farthest she'd been from home in her entire life. The hatch opened, and they waited as the cars were rolled off. When their turn came, Erika drove forward smoothly. Customs was a formality more than anything else. The Faerie hid in the springs of the seats as Henry opened one bag after another. The French Customs officer liked the weapons they were transporting, and Henry gave him a full set as a gift. But the blushing officer demanded the right to pay for them. The empty trunks were explained, and the man in halting English gave them directions for their drive. "So, we now have 50 euros to spend," Henry said. "Good." Erika climbed behind the wheel, looking at the direction Henry had written down. They turned the car in at the train station, and bought tickets through to Marseille. The girl spoke better English than Henry's French, and assured them that they would have sleepers on the trip. She thought it odd that they requested them for both parts of the journey, from Dunkerque to the Paris Nord station, and a car to take them to the Paris Gare Lyon station across the city. "But you will not stay to see Paris?" she asked. "Unfortunately we're on a business trip," Erika told her. "I just don't like to fly, and my friend is being dragged along with me. Otherwise we would already be in Marseille." "Ah." She said as if Americans were naturally a bit insane. "The train leave in one hour fifteen minutes. You have access to the shops in the station, but the new regulations require that you do not leave it." "We understand." Henry had the baggage except for the two carry on packs to be sent to the luggage car, and they went through the security gate. The girls would meet them inside. The stations of Europe were more baroque than American ones, and there were all sorts of places to hide. The pair went to the first cafe that had an open space for them, and opened their bags as they waited. Erika ordered a Pernod, Henry ordered coffee. He shuddered as she poured in some water, converting the clear liquid to something almost milky before sipping it with relish. "How can you stand that?" he asked. "I like licorice," she told him. "Then you'll love Ouzo!" Tuberose said in her ear. Erika gave a little ?yeep' at the surprise, but didn't jump too badly. The little Greek fairy giggled as she slid down the woman's front into the bag. Lantana joined her. "Where is Bromeliad?" Henry asked. "She is resting over there with Wormwood," Lantana told him, pointing at a nearby pillar. "She's pretty tired." Henry stood, walking over to the post. He looked around, then upward. The two fairy dropped gently down into his bag. "I am sorry, ma petite," she said, rubbing her belly. "The baby, she is kicking something fierce." "It's all right, love." He turned, and froze. The girl was maybe seven years old. She was staring at him and at the bag in wonder. "Formidable!" she whispered. "Fee!" Henry lifted his finger to his lips, then knelt. The little girl copied him. He opened the bag, and the girl came over. She said something, but he shook his head. "No comprende." "Vous ne comprenez pas?" she asked. "I think that means I don't understand." She looked at him blankly, then reached out. Then she stopped. "Peux je?" "Naturellement vous pouvez mon cher. Fassiez attention juste," Bromeliad said. The girl gasped in wonder, and touched Bromeliad's hair. She asked a question, and Bromeliad answered. "Henry, this is Lisette. She is traveling to Paris with her mother. She thinks we are very exciting, and I have explained that not everyone can see us." The girl hunkered down, chattering with the French Fairy. Henry saw Erika look at him, then do a double take. She shook her head, then tapped her wrist. "Bromeliad, we have to go. Our train is due to leave in the next few minutes." Bromeliad translated this for the girl. "Henry, if you would give her a card, perhaps she and I can continue to talk on our voyage." "You don't even have an e-mail address yet," he protested. "Easily corrected." She turned, telling the girl something in a swift rush. He sighed, looking at the card. His e-mail had not been added, and he mentally noted to have it added. He jotted down [email protected], handing it to the girl. She accepted it gravely. Then she walked through the crowd to a woman that stood waiting. She spoke to the woman, who glanced at him. Her lip curled a bit in what might have been anger. ***** Like the Japanese train system, the Eurorail uses high speed trains. Erika went to their sleeper, allowing the Fairy to spread out for the hour and a half trip. They took seats, Henry drinking coffee as they rocketed across the landscape at over a hundred mile an hour. They had just crossed the French border, when Henry head a squeal. Lisette was towing the woman she had spoken to toward them. "Monsieur, I must apologize. My daughter has been telling me stories again," the woman said. "She claimed you had fee, what is the English word? Fairy with you." Erika looked at him. "All right, buddy, how do you want to handle this?" He looked at his partner, then at the woman. "Madam, why do you say this is a story?" "Such things are from stories, monsieur. They do not exist." "Is that what you really believe?" he asked gently. "Or is it that you do not believe at all?" "Ridicule!" she snapped. "I like any child thought I might have seen such things, but they are imagination enfantine! The fantasy of a child." "Then you are no doubt correct. There is no way she could have seen such a thing." Henry looked at the child. "You can shatter all of her dreams by telling her so. My French is not that good. But I will not say it to her." The woman knelt, speaking. Less than five words into it the girl snapped back. They spoke, the argument growing louder. Then the girl looked at her and asked a question in a sad voice. The woman looked stricken. Then she looked at him with pain in her eyes. "She has reminded me that she has never lied to me before. So why would I call her a liar now? If she tells me she has seen a fairy, I will accept that." Henry sighed, looking at Erika. "Come with me." ***** "This is silly, madam. I do not have fifty of these bayberry devices in my shop." "Then order them," she replied. She looked down at the little girl who was jumping up and down in excitement. "I will need one today, along with a Playstation plus." "Madness." He wrote out the order, then accepted the card she gave him. "It will be at least a week before we can have them here. They are made overseas. There will also be import duties to be paid." "Let me know when they have arrived." She ordered. She walked out of the shop, going to the cab that was waiting. Henry looked at them as they got in. The trip was now three days longer than they had anticipated. Madeline Fouchet had demanded to know more, and it hadn't taken that long to have a card issued from LA. She had picked it up at the bank, and this was the first time it had been used. "We must find a nest," Lisette told her mother. "Already done," Bromeliad told her. "There is one in Jardin de Plantes." "And can we go to visit?" the girl asked. "Naturellement nous pouvons." ***** HSTIMSON220: REPORT. NEW OFFICE HAS OPENED MONMARTE PARIS. DANDELION 201: HENRY! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BYPASS FRANCE! HSTIMSON220: NOT INTENTIONAL. A LITTLE GIRL SAW ME WITH THE FAIRY, AND HER MOTHER IS NOW OPENING THE OFFICE HERE. THEY HAVE BOTH VISITED THE JARDIN DE PLANTES REALM. PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE BIRTH OF JENNINE THIS MORNING. BROMELIAD DOESN'T ADMIT IT, BUT I THINK SHE WAS HOPING HER CHILD WOULD BE BORN HERE. DANDELION201: CONGRATULATIONS FROM PERIWINKLE. HSTIMSON220: DISCOVERED ODD THING... LISETTE THE LITTLE GIRL DID NOT GROW TO ADULTHOOD WHEN THEY SHRANK. COACH 31: JUST CAME ON LINE, HENRY. WE DISCOVERED THAT BECAUSE OF THE PLAYERS. ONE OF THEM KNEW A LITTLE GIRL W/BONE MARROW CANCER, AND WE USED THE SHRINKING TO HEAL HER. NOW THE DOCTOR IS ALL UPSET, BECAUSE WHILE WE WERE ABLE TO DO IT, WE COULDN'T EXPLAIN HOW IT WAS DONE. NOT SURE IF A BOY WOULD CHANGE IN THE SAME MANNER. HSTIMSON220: ASK NO MORE. LISETTE'S BROTHER CHARLES A PERFECTLY NORMAL ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY WITH WINGS. HE'S GOTTEN MORE ATTENTION THAT LISETTE HAS.