"Just a little touch of flu, Peter. A twenty-four hour virus." I thought that sort of thing wouldn't affect you," Peter said, puzzled. The Chameleon w...as even more puzzled by the response. "Why not, Peter? I mean, it happens to everyone." I...I guess so," Peter replied, apparently still not satisfied. "So, what's up? Did you want to ask me something, or did you want to get some more pictures?" I...I just wanted to see you, that's all," the Chameleon said. He was starting to become confused - all. His muscles seemed to melt into the thick bed of soft pine needles. His body felt beyond mere "good" It had been the same when Mark, his father and mother all went hiking together while his dad was still alive.For some reason, he always felt a hollow emptiness when he came camping up there in the mountains alone. Yet at the same time, he felt he was somehow connected to his father just by being there. This time an air of expectancy seemed to make itself known. Mark felt something was about to. . Yer... Danica..." Celes sputtered, trying to get something out. When she said Danica's name, the cackling accent vanished from her voice. Her eyes misted over and she covered her mouth — sobs shaking her body.Danica wrapped her arms around Celes again, "Celes, what's wrong? What happened to you?"The old woman choked off her sobs and stepped back. She held up her hand and took a minute to catch her breath before she spoke. "Danica, your gift... I... It's been so long... I never thought — ever. I decided that you had potential or at least the possibility of it and so I began to learn more about you. I think, now, that I probably know more about you than you even remember about yourself." Wait. How do you learn all this stuff? Have you been having me followed?" Oh, Warren. It isn't difficult. If you tell someone you are writing an article about the accomplishments of their friend, you would be surprised at how easily they open up about that friend. We spoke to your teachers, to the.