Condolezza tuned on Serena, "Who the hell are you, Sister ?" . "No time to explain now, just call me Serena." Dave Whiplash held his head in his hands, if it got out that he'd smuggled a stranger into the prison the Bar Association would disbar him.

"O.K. Serena, wadda you want, and don't say the sing the" Wild Rover""
"I think Lucky Day is alive, and drinking in the Mermaid Tavern"

Dave's head began to spin. The acquittal of Condolezza was not an option on the brief given to him. He had been hand picked as the attorney most likely to see his client convicted. Lucky Day being alive, and able to testify that she was alive was not good news.

"She can't be alive," squawked Dave, "I mean she filed a deposition testifying that Theep Logos killed her on your orders"
"What do you mean, "filed a deposition ….."?" Condolezza and Serena asked in unison.

Dave's nerve cracked, "I'am sorry, Condolezza, there are powers in this here nation that want you away. Hell ! you, the judge and the jury weren't supposed to spot that paradox."

"Time for action !"said Serena. She fumbled in her hand bag and produced her note book, and a pen. "Write it down Dave, Who, When, How much they paid, and Why.!"

Dave started writing. Condolezza began to recover her composure. Serena searched in her bag again, she produced a small pistol.

"Condolezza, you and I are leaving here tonight". Condolezza's eyes brightened, she stretched out she full six foot three, "Fine but how ? The guards shoot first and ask questions later !"
"You sing folk ? Remember the Lords in the Tower, how love conquered all ?
Condolezza smiled, " I don't think you clothes would fit Me."
"No, but his will, Dave, you are about to become a cross dresser"

Dave Whiplash turned white, cross dressing !, the Bar Association would really burn him. "No, No !", he protested. Serena aimed the pistol at his crotch, "No ? No ? How high can you sing ?"