Birds sang in the trees overhead as Philip made his way through the trees and bushes, his years of government commando training guiding his cautious steps. He was doing some by-the-book reconnaissance, viewing the main road and the mansion up ahead from several different angles and looking for visible signs of security cameras or guards.<br/><br/>For some reason Philip found himself getting tired and sore. He shifted his pack from one shoulder to the other, unable to find a way to carry it that didn't make his muscles ache. How had he gotten so out of shape? He worked out every single day!<br/><br/>Sweat running down his skin, Philip stumbled and dropped his pack on to the ground. He had made more noise than he meant to, so he sat on the ground for a minute, listening for any sounds of pursuit - but there were none. He decided that, since he clearly needed a rest, he would at least make this time useful and do some more observations. He took out his binoculars and looked through them...<br/><br/>"What the hell?" he whispered to himself in confusion. Philip smacked the binoculars with his hands a few times, attempting to clear the lenses, but it was no use - his view was completely obstructed with hearts and stars, like a kaleidoscope!<br/><br/>"Ah!" Philip couldn't help but shout, though he tried to stifle the sound, as he looked down at himself and noticed his clothes had changed color. His shirt and shorts were now bright pink!<br/><br/>"I've got to get out of here..." he said to himself, his heart starting to pound, "Something is very wrong..." Philip reached in his bag and took out his gun. He hated to leave the rest of the bag behind, but right now it was just too heavy for him. He shoved it under a pile of leaves, planning to come back for it, and took off running.