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It was pointless to try and talk to Harm again, so Trish, Frank and I waited for the Admiral to get here. Maybe he would know what to do. I tried to get a hold of Harm's doctor again, to get a physical description on Keeter, but again, the doctor had been called away. Who knows how long he would be away this time.


The admiral should have been here seventeen minutes and four seconds ago, but he still had yet to show. When the elevator doors finally dinged, signaling that someone was about to get off, I saw that Admiral, and non other then Jack Keeter get out.


They walked over to us, the worry evident in both of their faces, but I didn't see it. As I walked over to them, I only saw one thing, blood. Keeter opened his mouth to say something, but I wouldn't let him. He fell back into the elevator holding his bloody lip before he could get one word out.


"Stand down Colonel!" The Admiral yelled.


I took a few steps back as Keeter got to his feet holding his lip.


"Listen, Colonel, you have to understand-"


"At ease Commander! Why don't we all sit down, and discuss this like adults," he said glaring at me.


Once we were all seated, the Admiral folded his arms over his chest and let out a sigh. He exchanged greetings with Harm's parents before he finally turned to me.


"Colonel, anything news from the doctor?"


"No sir, but I was told that he would see us as soon as he is able to."


"And he won't talk to anyone?"


"No Admiral," Trish answered. "And I just don't know what to do. Someone has just been filling his head with all these lies," she said avoiding looking at Keeter.


So it was up to the Admiral to try to talk to Harm, but a few minutes later, he came out red-faced and looking mad.


"I take it you couldn't get through to him Admiral," Trish asked.


"He wouldn't listen to me. He kept telling me that I thought that he really wasn't worth my time and to leave," the admiral said sitting down and rubbing his hands over his face.


"I hope you weren't too harsh with him Admiral, he's just so confused," Frank said, giving Trish's hand a squeeze.


"I didn't," he said with an exasperated sigh. "I know he wouldn't speak with me that way," the admiral said.


We all sat there in silence until Harm's doctor walked over to us. He sat down, but he paused before he spoke. I knew it wasn't good.


"Well, I spoke with Mr. Rabb a few minutes ago, and he asked that he have no visitors until he be discharged. And so as not to upset him, I am allowing it."


"You can't do that!" Trish said in anguish. "He is my son!"


"I am sorry ma'am, but I am doing what it is best for my patient."


"Doctor, did you get a good look at the man that has been visiting Harm?" the Admiral asked.

"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I did," the doctor said.


The Admiral stood and pointed to Keeter, "is this Harm's friend?"


"No, the man, Mr. Rabb introduced him as . . . Jack . . . Keeter. He had dark hair, but not quite the same build as him."


Keeter leapt to his feet in anger. "You mean to tell me that someone has been posing as me?"


The doctor shot the Admiral a confused look, but the Admiral shook his head.


The doctor left moments later, leaving a very confused group behind. If Keeter wasn't telling Harm all of these things then who was.


"Jack . . . I'm sorry," I told him.


"It's okay," he said giving me a small smile, "don't even worry about it."


"Admiral, what are we going to do," Trish implored.


"We call in the one person who this imposter (A/N: hint, hint.) hasn't touched," he said looking at Harm's mother.


"Yes," she said and nodded. "I think I know whom you mean," she said and pulled out her cell phone.


TBC


(A/N: Think you know who the imposter is? Think you know whose harm's mother is going to call? Let me know. All you have to do is, please review.)