Christopher was once more with his feet on the ground.  He had already checked in at the Embassy Suites by Hilton, and was now steadily gazing out the window from his new home up some 37 floors.  Somewhere, if he was truly fortunate, she was out there.  Ah, but now the true task began...to find her.  The Franklin Art Gallery was a good place to do his work since she was supposed to show up there, but Chris had other ideas to explore first.  Off he went to his Macbook Pro, and began searching for something that had always been a tad elusive.  Briefly, he had run across a chat/forum concerning the supernatural, but after only two weeks...the site IP address had changed, and he had not been able to find it since then.  There were many such sites, but this one...this one had looked and felt authentic.  He had wisely not posted anything, and he had kept his own IP hidden...a trick he learned from some of his reporter friends.  Yet, after two hours of searching...he came up empty-handed once again.  It was, to be sure, quite frustrating, but he was not daunted.<br/><br/>Something made him turn his head, but not towards the window.  He felt warmer...just briefly, but warmer all the same.  It was a tingling sensation which seemed to start within the depths of his chest, and spread outward.  Chris could only remember that feeling exactly once...just once...long ago.  His eyes narrowed...focused...thoughtful...wondering...was he imaging...<br/><br/>The feeling was not strong...not like it had been that night so many years ago, but it was there...almost faint.  "Are you here?" he asked aloud in a quite whisper of awe.  "Are you?"<br/><br/>His breath came a bit more rapidly...his heart raced at the idea of the dragon being in Chicago.  Perhaps his lead at the Franklin Art was good, but he didn't want to find her there.  No...something about finding her there seemed...off to him.  Dragons loved rare collections and valuables...things that were so rare and beautiful that a single item would be worth millions of dollars.  That was the nature of dragons as handed down from legend to legend...from the depths of their myths.  In all of the tales of dragons; their love of rare treasures remained constant.  Chris was wise enough to know that where a legend repeated itself with a single fact...then it was usually quite true on some level.  In this case, he believed in the dragon's nature to collect such valuables.  Yet, to catch her at the Franklin Art was unwise...it felt wrong to do so.<br/><br/>Thus, Chris wondered where he could truly begin his quest to find her.  On a hunch, he put the computer away, and sat in the center of his bed with his legs crossed.  Soon, his eyes closed as he thought back to the night they met...every sensation, every detail, all of it...he thought of her.  It was a long shot, but dragons were mystical...powerful beings of energy and spirit...not just their physical selves.  The fact that his chest had become slightly warm made him wonder about a connection with her...a connection he had not realized until earlier today.  The dream...it was the dream that had started him subconsciously considering such a possibility.  He had never dreamed so clearly before, nor with such intensity.  Now, this sensation in heart...spreading very faintly through his entire being...reminded him of the night she had saved him.  The surge of heat in his heart...surging through his young frame.  Was it possible to sense her...to seek her using the memory of that moment?  Was it just possible that he could reach her somehow...no matter how small?<br/><br/>So, Chris sat there with his eyes closed...thinking of her...thinking of the sensation in his heart, and of her fiery presence...