For the just briefest of moments he could have sworn there was a true connection to the dragon he sought.  His heart was warmer, his presence felt...stranger...stronger somehow.  Yet, as quick as the moment was...it was also gone just as quick.  Yet, even that brief contact made Chris nearly squeal in delight.  Certainly a smile spread across his face like that of a young boy at finding out about a new Christmas present.  Taking a deep breath...he calmed himself and thought about the connection.  There had been the faintest emotion from her...concern, perhaps.  It had been hard to read, but there all the same.  Chris scooted back to rest against the pillows he had piled up, and thought about this strange sensation.<br/><br/>After all, what on Earth could possibly concern a dragon?!  Silently, Chris went over the possibilities:  another dragon...perhaps a rival, a creature of the night...maybe a demon of some sort, discovery..., yes, these would certainly concern a dragon, but of them all...he wondered if any of them had merit.  Discovery, he knew had some truth.  She had vowed him to secrecy when they met with just single gesture.  She would take a grim view to anyone hunting her, and that would give her concern.  His eyes narrowed as he wondered if she had felt him hunting her, because in a way...he was.  It was not to cause her harm, or even to expose her to the world, but how was she to know one way or the other.  Dragon though she was; she was not omnipresent...she could not see or hear everything, nor be everywhere.  Thus, it was possible that she had sensed someone hunting for her, and this brief connection could have made her more guarded.<br/><br/>Chris frowned openly now...<br/><br/>If he pursued the dragon he had long wanted to see again...to meet...to understand, and yes, much more...then, it was very possible he could turn from pursuer to pursued, and not in a good way.  There had to be a way to make contact with her, and show her that he meant absolutely no ill will.  How, was another matter...<br/><br/>Still, she was here...in Chicago, and that was not without hope.  He had sensed her...something he had never done since the night she saved him, and that too was hopeful.<br/><br/>"Where would you go to relax, I wonder?" he thought aloud as he stood up and began pacing his suite.  "Where would you, a dragon of many centuries most likely, go to relax away from the day to day trials of hiding?"  What did dragons like?  That was a fantastic question to be sure.  He thought about all he knew from their astounding collection of myths.  Dragons loved riddles...or so it was said, and they had a great love for humor and wit.  So, where did a dragon...or anyone else...go to experience humor and wit?  "Where indeed?" Chris continued as he went back and reopened his Mac.  Using Google, Chris began to explore the options people had in Chicago for entertainment.  There was quite the list available, but he began narrowing the list down for comedy acts, plays, and the like.  The list went down by half, but there were still over twenty choices...not exactly good odds in finding her...if he was even correct.<br/><br/>Chris stared at the list for a long few minutes before giving up, and closing his Mac once more.  He needed to take a walk...to clear his mind, feel the city out, and listen.  One of the best attributes of any reporter was simply to listen.  Many things came out when people talked without guarding their words, and so, Chris grabbed his black windbreaker before leaving.  His card key was safely tucked away, and is wallet was neatly secured in his back pocked...buttoned, of course.  The cellphone he kept in his right front pocket, and off he went for a stroll...to listen, and to stay aware.  If he had felt her twice today...perhaps he would do so again.  Only time would tell.<br/><br/>"Soon," Chris whispered to himself, "...soon...."