"Blue light?" Fred closed one eye and pushed a troublesome gathering of plant life out of their path, "Aint that a curious conundrum.. Maybe yer just gifted! Ya always did of a sorta.. Aptitude about ya, even as a young lad. I'd be pretty forced to say ya weren't special, m'boy!" Fred stopped and looked around cautiously. "This Zel fella sounds awfully dangerous though, dangerous enough for yeh to go riskin' your hide in these woods like a fool! Can't be that his presence has made this 'ere plant factory a little less frightening then it oughta be, eh? Or are ye just sweet on Lil' Angie?" Fred paused and thought back to Josh. The news of his death didn't strike him as sorely as it ought have at first, but it was slowly beginning to ware in.