IT HAPPENED TOMORROW

"SEASON ONE"

EPISODE: 1x05. COMPUTER ENGINEER

ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 12/31/2005

CAST: Jerry Carson, Larry Dawson, Aimee Harris, Chris Fredicks

ALSO STARRING: Kathern McWannabe, Denise Robinson, Pam Carson, Peter Carson, Roger Selms

SPECIAL GUEST STAR: Fisher Stevens!

'Dreams come with being alive, so does a good career. Picking the right choice in a career isn't that easy. It's something you gotta be good at, and like. Otherwise, you'll just end up a burnout working in a stockbrokerage company wishing you were somewhere else...'

With the paper in hand, Jerry raced up the stairs of a high-rise skyscraper. The paper read 'STOCKBROKER PLUNGES TO CEMENT BELOW'.

Jerry opened the door to the roof and looked around to see the skyline of Chicago. He then saw a man in a black suit standing near the edge of the building. Jerry ran over to the man.

"Excuse me, sir! But you don't want to do this!" Jerry yelled.

The man turned around.

"Gar!"

Jerry's eyes lit up.

"Fisher Stevens?"

"Gary, my boy! Chance I could get a look at the scores? Cubs look good this year."

"Good morning, it's Tuesday here in the Tampa Bay area, sky's looking clear today, but with a twenty percent chance of rain..."

Jerry woke up with a startle, out of breath, out of his mind.

MEOW!

Jerry looked over to the door where the cat was. His face lit up with anger as he threw off the sheets.

CREDITS PLAY.

We fade into Jerry and the gang sitting in the cafeteria eating that nasty cafeteria food while talking about his nightmare.

"You know, I though that this was supposed to be easy! Go out, save a few lives, have a girlfriend, get on with my life! But now, it's Gary Hobson Complexes and dreams about Fisher Stevens jumping off of buildings!"

"What?" Larry and Aimee asked.

"You don't like Fisher Stevens or something?" Chris asked.

"No, I like him, but it's just that this has been the seventh one this month!"

"You really need to get checked out because people who have dreams of killing off Fisher Stevens needs to be in the loony bin!" Larry replied.

"He doesn't actually die! I stop him before he jumps, and he asks me for the Cubs' scores!"

"Oh! So he's Chuck Fishman, and you are?" Chris asked.

"Detective Crumb!" Jerry replied sarcastically.

"He's Gary Hobson." Larry replied.

"It's possible that the reason he's having these dreams is because his life is more than probably turning out like Gary Hobson's. The psychological impact from getting the paper to lying to people about it is really powerful. Losing the girl is a key part to his Complex." Aimee responded.

"Who are you, Sigmund Freud now?" Larry asked.

"No, I would like to be a psychologist though."

"A psych major?" Chris asked.

"Ugh! Psych majors, they're all crazy." Larry replied.

Aimee looked at Larry.

"What? It's the truth!"

"So, what do I do about this?" Jerry asked.

"You need that impact to decrease so that you don't think that you're Gary Hobson." Aimee told Jerry.

"Buddy, in Layman's terms, get the girl back." Larry patted Jerry on the back.

"It can also mean to get away from the paper." Aimee implied.

"A vacation... last time I did that dumb and dumber over here almost got fitted for cement shoes."

"Hey!" Chris moaned.

"We were doing good in the world!" Larry responded.

"Yeah..."

"Just take time away from the paper, that should help."

"I wish, but not right now. I have to go stop a kid from jumping off the roof of our gymnasium. And hey, maybe this is all a dream too! Maybe the kid on the roof will be... Myles Jeffery! Yeah, yeah! I'm dreaming this, too!"

"I think he's starting to lose it..." Larry whispered.

"Oh, I'm the one starting to lose it!" Jerry argued.

"Just go, and save that kid. We'll worry about Kathern." Aimee said.

"She hasn't talked to me in a month, why would she start now?" Jerry asked.

"I don't know, but I think..."

"Don't bet on it." Jerry replied as he headed for the gym.

'TEEN JUMPS OFF SCHOOL GYMNASIUM ROOF'. 'Around twelve thirty yesterday afternoon, 16 year old Roger Selms swan dived three floors up from the roof of Brooksville High's gymnasium onto one of the staff's cars and died instantly. Classes were in session at the time, and classmates who were on the roof in gardening class at the time witnessed this event as they saw Selms climb the stairs to the roof, and slowly walk for the edge and not stopping..."

Jerry stopped and looked at the cat, which was sitting on a garbage can outside the cafeteria.

"A little gruesome don't ya think? Even for the papers!" Jerry told the cat and resumed walking.

Steam from the vents in the roof tops lifted up as the gardeners tended to their plants on the roof in the beaming sun. Too busy looking at the veins on their plants, they hardly noticed the scrawny kid making his way across the roof top toward the edge to eternity.

Jerry climbed the stairs to the very same roof top to come out of the stairwell to see a kid across the roof about to plunge to his death.

"Stop that guy!" Jerry outburst for all the gardeners to become startled and look up at Jerry who was pointing at the lost soul almost to the edge of the roof.

They all looked to see that scrawny kid, down on his luck, destined to become a stockbroker some day. Jerry started to sprint across the roof at full speed with the paper in his back jean pocket. He dashed faster than the speed of light and dove.

As the kid started to swan dive off the roof, Jerry slid onto the gravel covering the flooring of the roof, and slid to the edge of the building to grab the kid's foot. Jerry lay there, holding the kid's foot, a shoe was the only thing holding the kid up.

"Somebody help me!" Jerry cried out but all the gardeners were frozen with fear, and excitement in a morbid way.

Jerry started to slide, little by little toward the edge, but he couldn't maneuver himself to getting his grip and pulling the kid up at the same time.

"Oh my god! I'm not dead!" Selms yelled as he opened his eyes to find himself dangling from the roof. He tried to look up but couldn't.

"I'm glad you're with me! How about trying to pull yourself up?"

Roger heard the voice but couldn't see whom it was.

"Um, sure... I'll try!"

Before long, a mob of students were below on the ground watching the spectacular event. Larry, Chris, and Aimee moved their way up to the front.

"Jerry!" Larry cried out when he saw Jerry's face from above.

"Hi, Larry!" Jerry struggled to keep his grip.

"Roger? What are you doing up there?" Chris asked.

"Hey, Chris! I was just going to jump, but then this guy behind me, he saved me!"

"That's my friend, Jerry Carson!" Larry yelled to Roger.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Carson! Thanks!" Roger yelled.

"You're welcome Pat... Roger! Hey Larry! How about a little help?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah sure!" Larry turned Aimee. "Did we pass a dumpster?"

"I think... but wouldn't it be better if..."

"Tell it later, I need to go help!" Larry ran off.

"...we just went up there and grabbed his legs?" Aimee finished after Larry had run off.

"Hey, how did you know that I was gonna do that?" Roger asked Jerry.

"Oh me... I uh..." Jerry slid some more.

"What was that?" Roger asked.

"Oh nothing, we just slid some more."

"Oh... HELP!" Roger cried out.

Chris and Larry came back to the scene pushing a dumpster.

"We've got everything under control!" Chris yelled out as the two put the dumpster underneath Roger and Jerry.

"You're kidding me, right?" Jerry asked.

"No joke! You can let go now!" Roger replied.

"Oh boy..." Jerry then let go of the swan diver for him to land perfectly in the dumpster full of boxes, bags, and leftover cafeteria food.

Jerry let go and he slid off the roof and grabbed the ledge just in time, but by now, his arms were already aching and there was nothing left in him to pull himself up.

"Okay Jer! You're turn!" Larry yelled from below after getting Roger out of the dumpster.

"Oh boy, I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe..."

Jerry let go of the roof and yelled his guts out as he went through the air and landed in the dumpster. He shook his head as Larry and Chris helped him get out of the dumpster... covered in spaghetti.

"Perfect landing!" Chris cried out and the moment was right for the crowd to cheer.

Roger went over to Jerry, and started to shake his hand.

"Thank you, Jerry... no, you need respect for what you had done for me! Thank you Mister Carson, sir! I don't know what I would have done!"

"You would have been dead, and... you can call me Jerry!"

"No! No! You deserve to be called Mr. Carson! I will bow down to you!"

"That's... that's quite all right, you don't have to do that..."

Teachers, and faculty watching the event, trailed up to Jerry and Roger... in disgrace, or were they in wonderment?

"No, no! I didn't push him!" Jerry tried to explain as the two were sitting in the principal's office. "He tried to jump."

"Yes, I tried to jump, but this wonderful guy, Mr. Carson, he just grabbed my leg as I jumped! It was amazing!"

"He tried to jump?" The principal asked.

"Yeah!"

"Yes!" Roger replied after Jerry.

"How'd he know?" The principal asked again.

"How'd I know?" Jerry asked.

Roger turned to Jerry."Yeah! How did you know?"

The two sets of eyes were pinned onto Jerry.

"Well uh... I have a friend who knows Pat... Roger here, and I was worried since Chris was really worried, and I knew that Roger liked going up on the roof, so I decided to check for my friend because he was really worried..." Jerry explained in the best lie he could think of.

"Oh my! Chris actually said something? I always knew he was a good friend!" Roger responded.

"So, this is true?" The principal asked.

"It must be!" Roger replied.

"So, no push?" The principal asked.

"No push!" Jerry replied. "There was a jump."

"But no push!" Roger finished.

The principal stopped for a moment to think.

"Well then, I guess that Mr. Carson here saved the day." The principal said.

"It was only a matter of right place, right time." Jerry replied.

"Nonsense! You saved the day, Mr. Carson!" Roger tried to shake Jerry's hand again.

"It's Jerry, Pat... Roger, Jerry!" Jerry pulled his hand away and got up.

"Well, I thank you anyway. I hope you realize that!"

"I do, and thank you."

"No, thank you!"

"Well then, now that this has been settled down, have a nice day." Jerry quickly slipped out the door before Roger could say another word.

"Isn't Mr. Carson great?" Roger asked the principal.

Larry and the gang were waiting at home for Jerry to arrive, and soon enough, Jerry was surprised with his little own surprise party.

"Hey, buddy! Save the day once again!" Larry patted Jerry on the back.

"Thank you." Jerry replied, without any gloating whatsoever.

"That was amazing, though." Aimee told Jerry.

"Hey Aimee, you were going to tell me something today, but I had to go and help out. What was it?" Larry asked.

"Oh, you know... going on top of the roof and pulling Jerry up instead of getting the dumpster."

"Why didn't you say that before? That dumpster was heavy to push!"

"I guess old Lar' over here has been watching too many Mel Gibson movies!" Chris laughed.

"How's your day been anyway?" Larry asked Jerry.

"Terrible! That Hobson thing, it's worse now!"

"How" Aimee asked.

"Do you remember when I said Myles Jeffery was going to be on that roof?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah." Aimee replied.

"Well it wasn't, instead I get a Patrick Quinn following me around now!"

"Come on! Roger isn't that bad of a guy!" Chris objected.

"He calls me Mr. Carson."

The three started to snicker lightly.

"That's not funny!" Jerry replied.

"You sure about that?" Larry asked.

Denise came into the house, trying to look hot and sexy. The gang looked at her to know she meant business.

"Okay, time to go!" Chris responded as he went for the door.

"Yup, see ya later." Aimee followed.

"Good luck!" Larry also followed.

"Denise..." Jerry greeted.

"Hi there, I saw what happened. You were quite a hero up there." She came closer to Jerry.

"Oh, you did? Well, it was really nothing."

"Are you sure, I believe it was." Denise put her arms around Jerry.

"You know, I have missed you, and now since that Kathern is out of the way... I have some time, we can go..." She smiled.

"Howzat?" Jerry became shaky.

"Your parents aren't going to be home for an hour, and a celebration needs to be thrown for my special guy."

Jerry looked.

"Say wha?"

"We haven't done it in a long, long time."

Jerry was now clear on the subject and pushed Denise away gently.

"Denise, we've never done it!"

Denise thought.

"Oh, that was Matt."

"And there'll never be another relationship between us, never ever ever!"

"But..."

"No, there's not!"

Denise became realistic again.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just going to go now."

And so, Denise slipped out of the kitchen and Jerry's parents came into the kitchen.

"Hey son! Heard what happened!" Peter smiled.

"Yeah, but couldn't you have pulled yourself up instead of ruining your clothes?" Pam asked.

"Well, I felt like a dive." Jerry left the kitchen after that little quip.

Jerry sat down at his computer, rubbed his hands together in the state of hope. He clicked on his e-mail for it to come up - 2 new messages. Jerry smiled, and clicked on the first one.

'Dear McGinty's153,

Isn't it something that old boyfriends are like wounds that never fade away? Still, after all this time, my old boyfriend persists at getting a second chance, but it's sad that he has to send his friends over to do the dirty work for him... He's a great guy and all, but really weird at the same time. He's always running around everywhere, and I don't know if I can be with someone like that. Enough about that, I probably sound like a rambling twit, but isn't it something to live our lives just as though it's from a movie?

Sincerely,

CatMW224.

Jerry read on, and clicked on the reply button, and began.

'Dear CatMW224,

That guy sounds kind of like me, and it is strange to first meet like out of a certain movie with a charming twist to it. Although I've never had a boyfriend, I've had my fair share of ex-girlfriends. Like today, my ex comes over looking kind of like Pamela Anderson. All sexed up, trying to win me back after I had broken up with her because she had two timed me with another guy. She gets onto me, and the next thing I know, she wants to have sex... What is it with people that makes them drive so hard for an erotic experience? Isn't there a way that maybe we can be friends instead of sex drive machines? And another yes, our lives are like movies, or in my case like a television show. I met a guy today who reminds me of Billy Worley!

'Signed,

McGinty's153'.

"And send..." Jerry smiled, and got up from the computer.

'TWO DIE FROM ROOF JUMPING'. Jerry raced up the stairs of the high rise to make it onto the roof where he saw two guys near the edge of the roof. Jerry ran over to them.

"Excuse me!" Jerry cried out.

The two turned around.

"Hey Mr. Carson!" Roger yelled.

"Roger?" Jerry asked in confusion.

"Gary! How about those Cubs? Cruller?" Fisher handed Jerry a Cruller.

"Fisher Stevens?"

"Good morning, Tampa Bay, get ready for some more rock, which is coming this way here on..."

MEOW!

Jerry awoke sweating, his heart beating, and out of breath.

"I hate crullers…"

MEOW!

"…and the Cubs stink."

Jerry looked at the door, and angrily got out of bed to get the paper. He got the paper, and skimmed through the pages to find one in the metro... 'TEEN DIES FROM OVERDOSE'.

"Oh no... not again..." Jerry responded as he skimmed the article to see Roger's name.

"He's back!" Jerry told the gang, who were seated in his kitchen.

"Who? The man behind the mask?" Larry asked. "Cruller?" Larry stopped eating and gestured one to Jerry.

"No, I hate..." Jerry looked at Larry. "You like those things?"

"Love um, I suppose you don't."

"How about the Cubs?" Jerry asked.

"Cubs look good." Larry replied.

"Cubs stin... Chuck Fishman... Larry Dawson... the dream..."

"What?" Chris asked.

"That's the dream, Aimee's right!" Jerry said.

"You had another dream?" Aimee asked.

"Yeah! This time with Roger too... Roger..." Jerry looked down at the paper. "I've got to go!" Jerry grabbed the paper from off the table and ran out of the house.

"He really does get me sometimes." Larry replied and looked at Chris. "Cruller?"

Jerry ran through the neighborhood over to where Roger lived, and quickly beat on the door of his residence. Roger's mother answered.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"Is Roger around?" Jerry asked.

"Um, yes... he's getting ready."

"May I see him really quick? I tried to call last night. You see, we have a large test today, and I just need to check over something with him."

"Okay, sure..."

Jerry went into the house, and searched for Roger's room.

"It's down the hall..."

Jerry found Roger's room and went inside.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Carson!" Roger became startled when Jerry entered. "What are you doing here?" Roger gestured for Jerry to leave the room for a second.

"Oh, you don't have your pants on yet, I'll be outside."

Jerry waited in the hallway until Roger came out.

"Um... what are you doing here?"

"Let's walk." Jerry replied.

"Okay, sure."

Jerry and Roger left the house.

"You don't want to do it." Jerry came straight out with it.

"Do what, Mr. Carson?"

"It's Jerry, Pat... Roger! Jerry! I know what you're going to do. You're going to fail that test today, which is why you're going to take those bottle of pills!"

"The test in Computer Engineering?"

"Yes! That one!"

"How do you know that I'm going to fail it? I studied!"

"Just trust me on this one! I already know... like the dive!"

"Oh! You mean... you're like a psychic? A sixth sense thing, you see dead people?"

"No Pat, Roger! It is like a sixth sense, but without the ghosts."

"Oh! Awesome. But I'm going to fail it?"

"Yeah!"

"Huh, well..." Roger started to cry.

"Now don't cry Pat... Roger!" Jerry tried to make the moment right but couldn't.

"I've always wanted to be a computer engineer, I have!"

"A comp... well, that sounds interesting, although I've never heard of it!" Jerry replied.

"It's really cool, Mr. Carson..."

"Jerry."

"It is really. You get to... hell, I don't even know what you do! I hate it!"

"Well that's good, I think..."

"Nah, Screw that..."

"Well, if you like doing it, you should do it."

Roger smiled at Jerry.

"You really are a man of wisdom."

"I'm your age."

"Mr. Carson..."

"Jerry."

"I don't want to be a Computer Engineer. I'd rather be a bartender, now, let's go to school." Roger started to walk off.

"A bartender..." Jerry was kind of surprised.

"Mr. Carson?"

"That's Jerry, Pat... Roger, Jerry! Maybe I am dreaming..." Jerry started to follow Roger.

'Dear CatMW,

How can people seem to look and act like other people? It is amazing. This guy I know really acts like Billy Worley... but nothing goes right in life, does it? The dreams we dream as a child, they go nowhere. Instead of becoming a doctor, we become a stockbroker. Interesting, life is, very interesting...

Truely,

McGinty's153'

'Dear McGinty's153,

My uncle looks kind of like Clint Eastwood, if that counts. And, I don't really know what you are talking about really with this dream stuff. I do, but then I don't. If that is the actual question, then this is my answer, I want to be a stripper... j/k! I want to be a... I don't know what I want to be! You've gotten me thinking...

Sincerely,

KatMC224

Jerry signed off the computer for Larry, Aimee, Pam, and Peter to be standing in the doorway.

"We need to talk..." Peter started.

"A shrink?" Jerry answered after hearing what the four had to say.

"It'll help get rid of those nightmares, and that Hobson thingy." Pam replied.

"And since we've had no luck with Kathern, we figured you need some help..." Aimee said.

"It's for your own good, son." Peter said.

Jerry was in shock.

"A shrink?"

"A shrink, I can't believe it." Jerry said when he saw the name on the door. Harold Plummer, Specialty Therapist.

"Come on, now." Pam pushed.

"I don't believe it." Jerry said as he opened the door.

Roger was sitting in one of the chairs when he saw Jerry and quickly stood up.

"Mr. Carson!" Roger greeted.

"Jerry, Pat... Roger, Jerry!"

"And who is this find fellow?" Pam asked.

"This is... Roger."

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Carson!" Roger stuck out his hand.

"Oh! How polite!" Pam shook his hand.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Carson?" Roger asked.

"Jer... My mother, that's what!"

"He's been having these nightmares of people jumping off of buildings!"

"Mom!" Jerry became embarrassed.

"So that's how you get your sixth senses from. Promise, I won't tell anyone." Roger then winked.

"Sixth sense?" Pam asked.

"It's really nothing, mom."

"Mr. Selms." The assistant asked.

"Oh, I gotta go! Take care Mr..."

"Roger."

"Take care Jerry... Mr. Carson." Roger ran off to the assistant.

"Ohh! There is something wrong with that guy." Jerry replied.

"Mr. Carson..." Another assistant called.

"Well, you're up!" Pam replied.

"So, Jerry... what has been going on?" The therapist asked.

"Well, you see..."

"He's been having nightmares! Mostly of Fisher Stevens!" Pam butted in.

"Mom!"

"Fisher Stevens... a lover? Are you in love with him?" The therapist asked.

Jerry looked.

"No! I save him before he jumps off a building..."

"So, you're saying that you want him to be impressed by you?"

"No! I'm not gay!"

"Maybe if you told him about your gift, then he can help you." Pam told Jerry.

"Gift?" The psychiatrist asked.

"I'm not telling him about it!"

"He could help you then!"

"So? I can't just tell him! He'll think that we're both crazy!"

"What gift is this?"

"You see, my son..."

"Mom!"

"He gets tomorrow's paper." Pam nodded in assurance.

"Tomorrow's paper?"

"Today. And he saves lives. That's what he does." Pam informed.

"Mom..."

"Jerry, about this paper..."

"Oh boy, here we go." Jerry replied.

"Mom, that guy though we were lunatics!" Jerry yelled as the two rushed out of the office.

"Well, Jerry, you wouldn't back me up! Now he's made an appointment for me! I'm not crazy!"

"I told you to not talk about it!"

"I thought that it would have helped you!"

'Dear KatMW233,

What is it with parents that seem to make them so unbearable? Like today, I'm talking to someone of the unimportance to my sake, and she butts in! And then makes it seem as though I'm crazy! I know she's trying to do good, but she just sucks at trying to do good. Same as that Patrick kid I know oh too well. It's like... everything going wrong in a movie, and you are right about that, our lives are like movies... more likely the cheap foreign films with a bad story line to it. Listen, I know that this is probably a long, long shot, but since we do live like in the same town and all, should we meet. I mean, I've been dying to meet you and all.

McGinty's153'

Jerry waited for a reply... and finally got one a little later on in the day.

'Dear McGinty's153,

Parents do get a little annoying sometimes... and our lives are kinda like a bad foreign film. I have been waiting a long time for that request, and yes, I say, let's meet!

KatMW'

Jerry smiled at the cat, which was sitting on top of the paper on the desk.

"Ya hear that, she wants to meet!"

Jerry began to type.

'Dear Kat,

How about today?...'

Jerry started to continue when the cat rang out a large meow. Jerry looked at it, then at the paper to see half a headline. He took the paper and saw it fully. 'BOY DIES ACCIDENTALLY AT PARK'.

"Oh no, Roger..."

Jerry looked at the screen and began to type again.

'Five o' clock, today, Vern's Park! Near the swing sets!

McGinty's 153'

Without waiting for a response, Jerry rushed out of the room.

Jerry got to the park, ten before five o' clock, and started to look around for Roger. Not finding him, Jerry checked the paper.

'Roger Selms died early last night after he had been trampled by a group of runaway horses that weren't supposed to be in the park in the first place...'

Jerry looked around for a group of horses and finally saw them near the other part of the park; nevertheless, Jerry ran over to the other side.

Meanwhile, Kathern, who was walking in the park, saw Jerry running toward the horses.

"Jerry?" She asked.

Jerry ran for the horses, then saw Roger.

"Roger! Get out of the way!" Jerry cried as he charged for Roger.

"Mr. Carson!" Roger yelled back.

The horses broke loose and began to stampede for Roger, but Jerry pushed him out of the way and to the ground.

"It's Jerry, Roger!"

"Thank you, Mr. Carson!"

Jerry rolled his eyes and helped Roger up.

"Sixth sense?" Roger asked.

"Take care, Roger."

Jerry walked over to the swing set next to Kathern.

"Hi." Jerry greeted.

"Nice save, how'd you know?" Kathern asked.

"Right place..."

"...right time." Kathern finished.

"Yeah."

The two stood still.

"Who are you waiting for?" Kathern asked.

"Just a friend."
"Oh, me too. He said he'd meet me here at five."

"Mine too." Jerry replied.

"Looks like he's not going to come."

Jerry looked at Kathern.

"Kat...MW..." Jerry slowly said.

"What?" Kathern looked.

"McGinty's! I'm McGinty's! You're..."

"KatMW!" Kathern finished.

The two laughed and enjoyed a friendly hug.

"Wow! So, that was you?" Kathern asked.

"Yup!"

"Wow."

"How about dinner?" Jerry asked.

"A date?"

"No! No! Let's not rush it. It'll just be a meal!"

"Okay, I'd like that... we'll take my car."

Jerry started to leave with Kathern, but a hand from behind the tree stopped him.

"It looks like you won't be needing me anymore, buddy!"

"Fisher Stevens?"

"Jerry!" Kathern called out.

Jerry looked at Kathern, then back at Fisher to find him gone.

"I'm... I'm coming..."

Jerry raced over to Kathern.

"You know, I finally figured out what I want to be... a lawyer!"

"A wha?"

"A lawyer!"

"Oh boy..."

"What?"

"Nothing... nothing at all."

'In the end it all comes down to your dreams. Without those dreams you'd probably end up being no one, so keep dreaming because one day, to your surprise, your dream may come true all. And look on the bright side, if you don't think it'll work out, a guy with a sixth sense will be around the corner to help you our, or even on your computer for all you know...'

THE END... FOR NOW

A/N: Next week, 1/7/2006 - Episode 6 - Lady Luck. Jerry tries to make things work with Kathern, again, while helping out a guy who may not be whom he seems.