There isn’t much of light to see her face, so definitely she cannot see mine neither. For that matter somehow, i must show my distress of not being ...omfortable with all this chillness and mosquito bites At the grace of my voice, but before i could utter a word. Manjula asked me of my blanket, i said don’t know. Searched for it a while and cannot find it. She said ‘poor child you are shivering, why don’t you slow down the fan a bit’. I said Come on mummy with all these mosquito, no way. I don’t. Losing herself in thethought and within the wood....yet somehow, feeling empty and coldeven as she sweated from her long run.Chani finally stops running, tired and spent....and lost.... Biting her lower lip, she slips to the ground, and curls up there...alone to sleep, amidst the sounds of the forest.....alone, and with no one to help her or to protect her. She lays, huddled and quivering, shivering through the light sleep that takes her.Chani awakes later, cold and hungry, unrested.....somehow. After the holidays, Nicola returned to university and I was moved to the bar for a short while. I had a long weekend at the start of February so, Nicola and I celebrated Valentine’s Day a week early, which was not so bad as we did not have trouble booking a table. Visits to Cambridge were always fun and I was happy that I was getting to know Nicola’s friends there too. A few of them got under my skin a little and I would feel her squeezing my arm when I tensed up about something they said or. They call you a test subject,while you are kept in a huge cylindrical container with some kind of liquid in it which allows you to breathe,not that it is a problem for you."His healing factor is higher than any other mutant I've ever seen."says one."What do you mean?" Asks the one who's supposed to be in charge."We dipped his body in lava and it burnt him and he died,but he healed from that too and came back to life.No matter how hard we try,we aren't able to harm him,much less kill him.He is.