George Eacker had a lot of wishes. He wished to become a widely popular and respected lawyer. He wished to possibly become president one day. He wished to someday pass on his charming good looks to his future children. All his wishes were rational- except one. In which Philip doesn't die, and the world isn't homophobic.

"One" "Two" "Three" "Four" "Five" "Six" "Sev-" A single gunshot sounds through the air.