Harrison was one of Kerri’s art school friends, part of her circle. A photographer, Harrison liked to go and shoot the absurdities of life. His talent was huge.
He got involved with a woman named Lisa, and all was good at first, as relationships tend to be. But when it soured, Lisa went a little bit psycho and crept into his rented house one night, doused him with gasoline, and set him on fire before he could escape.
Somehow, Harrison survived, although he was so scarred by the event that he took to wearing a robe not unlike Obi-Wan Kenobi of Star Wars fame. Because the fire had damaged his eyesight, he only came out at night once he’d healed. Without health insurance, there was no plastic surgery to fix his scars or his eyes. There was very little rehab.
Harrison was on his own.
He used to come by Kerri’s loft in the dead of night, coming up if he saw her working lights on. They had been about to try to see if a romance would work between them when Lisa had pulled her little stunt, but after the torching, there was no way Harrison was willing to get involved with anyone, even Kerri. Instead, Kerri helped him through the rehab. She sat beside him in the hospital; their friendship deepened.
Mitchell liked the guy, but when he moved Kerri out to their farmhouse, Harrison couldn’t come visit as easily anymore. Gradually, he stopped coming around, but there is more to this story?
