***Note, words in ''denote mindspeaking

	"I do," Wolf repeated as everyone turned to look at him in
surprise.

	"You've known all of this time and you didn't tell any one?" Peter
asked incredulously.  Peter advanced on his brother.  Their father and
grandfather had been draining their energies to get in touch with Damon so
that they could heal the gap between them all before it was too late.  And
Wolf had known all of this time!

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	Peter walked into his father's kung fu academy with a spring in
his step.  He knew where his most of his family was at that moment.
His grandfather was still here, his Uncle Martin, and his brother, Wolf.
Well, actually, Wolf wasn't going to come back until two days later.  He
had gone back to Klensville to exchange his Stealth for his Toyota 4
Runner for their upcoming camping trip.  Peter couldn't wait.  He hoped it
would be like those camping trips that he had taken with the Blaisdells
when they were younger.  Maybe they could do a little male bonding while
they fished...Peter stopped and made a mental note to add canned food and
a can opener to their list of supplies.  He didn't know about Wolf, but he
was not eating roots and berries again.

	"Pop?" Peter called out. "Are you here?"

	He received no answer.  The guy on the street selling crabs had
been sure he had seen Kwai Chang Caine go to his academy.  Peter shrugged
to himself and continued looking in the other rooms.  "Pop?"  

	His Uncle Martin stood guarding a doorway.  "Wait, Peter!  You
can't disturb them right now.  They're trying to find a hint of Damon's
chi.  If you interrupt them at the wrong moment, it could be fatal."

	Peter looked over his uncle's shoulder, into the open doorway.
What he saw shocked him. His father and grandfather  were sitting
face to face, with their palms touching. Then without warning, they
dropped their arms and collapsed on their sides.  Peter
and Martin rushed in, each running to their respecitve father.

	"Pop?" Peter asked worriedly, as he lifted his father's head onto
his lap. "Are you okay?"

	"Yes...." Kwai Chang Caine's eyes fluttered open.  "I will be when
you stop...calling me, Pop!"

	Peter couldn't help, but chuckle. After carefully seating his
father against the wall, he went to get some water for his elders.

	Martin was carefully tending to Matthew.  "Was your quest
sucessful, father?"

	Matthew shook his head regretfully. "It was not."

	Peter turned to look at them as he entered with the water.  He
handed a glass to Martin and knelt by his father's side. "Quest? What
quest?"

	Matthew sighed quietly, "I wished to make peace with my other son,
before I had to leave.  And so, we have been searching for Damon."

	Caine spoke up from Peter's side, "However, we were not able
to...trace?  Damon's chi.  It is as if he does not wish to be found."

	"Well, I can believe that," Peter replied, as the rest of them
looked at him. "What?  I would if I were in his shoes.  He turned against
his master, and that guy did not look to be a forgiving soul.  I'd be
trying to hide from anyone and everyone."

	"Peter, all people have the capibilities to change," his father
started.

	"I know, Pop.  Damon did.  However, I don't think his master
will." Peter said. "But what I can do is try to search for him the old
fashioned way, from sheer detective work."

	"Thank you, Peter," Matthew replied from his position near his
son, "I would appreciate it."

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Wolf shrugged, "How was I supposed to know you were all
looking for him?  None of you asked me."

	"So how do we get in touch with...him?" Tom asked as he walked
towards a basin of sand with rocks in it.  He idly moved his
fingers through the basin, feeling the small grains of sand slide gently
through them.  He pretended that the answer to his question didn't really
matter to him, but it did.  He wanted the man to know that he had a son.  At 
first, he had had some doubts about telling his father, but now, in this
honest reflection of his soul, he knew that there had never been any
doubts at all.  He needed to know who his father was and to meet him face
to face. He watched as the last bit of doubt trickled like the sand from
his fingers. He looked up at Wolf for the answer.

	Wolf backed away as Peter invaded his personal space.  "Hell, I
don't even know if it still works.  It's been a while since I've used it."

	"Your powers?" Caine asked his eldest son quietly. He cocked
head slightly in inquiry.  He still did not understand his oldest son, but
he was willing to try.  He had already missed so much in Matt's...no
Wolf's life.  He didn't want to miss any more.  Not one detail.  He was
also most curious about what his son had learned from the Sing Wah.  The
Shaolin suspected that Wolf had as much power as Peter, but more training.

	"No, nothing like that at all," Wolf protested. "I was talking
about his beeper number."

	"Damon Caine has a beeper?" Peter asked, shocked.  There was a
Caine from the older generation who used new technology?  This was
amazing!  He couldn't even get his father to install a phone.

	"Yeah, it saves time.  You know, 'beep beep, where the hell are
you?'  None of this, 'Go to Chinatown and ask for Caine',
kind of thing." Wolf replied.

	"Well, what's the number?" Peter asked impatiently.

	Wolf took out his wallet and rifled through the contents before
drawing out a yellowing, tattered card.  Peter took it from his
hand and read the front aloud.  "Skating instructions by skating
professional Christina Gannett..."  

	Wolf roughly took the card out of his brother's hand and
flipped it over.  He still couldn't think of his sister without pain.

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	Six year old Wolf Gannett stood on his tiptoes with his face
pressed against the clear plastic, trying to see nine year old sister,
Christina, who was ice skating inside.  Only problem was that he
was too short.  Wolf looked around for a solution. He ran towards a man
sitting on a bench, working on a stack of papers and pulled on his arm.
The man looked up at Wolf and put down his pen.

	"What's wrong, son?"

	"Daddy!  I wanna see Chrissy!" he wailed to the man.

	"Still too short, huh?  Guess you should have eaten all of your
veggies yesterday.  Don't think I didn't notice you sneaking them to
Ruff."

	Wolf paused for a moment in chagrin.  His mommy had to work late
yesterday so daddy had had to feed him.	 Only thing was he didn't like the
veggies from the frozen dinners any better then the fresh ones his mommy
cooked.  "Dogs need veggies too.  That way he can get big and strong
too."

	Michael Gannett shook his head at his son's logic.  He put his
papers away in his briefcase and walked towards his son.  "If you
promise to eat your veggies tonight, I'll lift you up so that you can see
Christina, all right?"  He wished his wife was here, but she was attending
some kind of police conference in Ohio this week.  He didn't know how she
did it, but Rose had always gotten Wolf to eat his veggies without any
bribes.  He missed her already and she hadn't even been gone for one day.

	Wolf nodded eagerly and climbed into his father's arms. "Getting
kind of heavy aren't you?"
	
	"Want to be big and strong so I can skate with Chrissy.  She
promised.  She said like Kim and Steve."  Wolf pointed.  Now that he
was further up he could see everybody.  

	Michael followed his son's small finger and saw two of his
daughter's classmates from skating class.  He watched as Kim and Steve
skated side by side to line up for a single axel.  He winced as Steve
fell.  He really had a reason to wince when Wolf grabbed at his ear.
"What?  What is it?"

	"Look Daddy!  It's Chrissy.  She's doing a top!"

	Michael looked at his daughter and smiled.  She was practicing the
sit spin that she had learned last week.

	"Down!  Daddy, let me down."  Wolf started wiggling.
	
	"Stop!  Wolf, where are you going?"  Michael ran towards his
wayward son as Wolf found the gate that let him onto the ice.  "No,
Wolf!  You don't have any skates!"

	Wolf didn't listen to his father.  Instead he started running
towards his sister.  "Chrissy!  I wanna skate too!  I'm already big and
strong!" He slipped haphazardly on the slick ice, falling on his bottom.
He started crying.  He wanted to be with his sister.

	Michael started to carefully brave the ice in his business shoes
until he heard his daughter's voice.  "I'll get him, Dad."  He watched as
his daughter gracefully skated to Wolf.

	Christina Gannett carefully knelt down on the cold ice in front
of her brother.  "What is it, Little Wolf?"

	"I'm not little!"  Wolf protested as he looked up, his face all
red with tears leaking down his face.  "I wanna learn skating now!  I 
wanna skate with you now," he sniffled.

	Steve and Kim skated towards them.  Steve smirked as he heard the
last remark.  "You're too little, squirt."  Steve flexed his arm, "You're
not strong enough either."  Christina stood up. "Shut up!"  She turned
back to her brother.  "Come on Wolf."  Wolf wiped his arm across his face
and tentatively stood up.  Then he carefully followed his sister out of
the rink.
		
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	After dinner of spagetti, the only meal that Michael knew how to
cook from his bachelor days, Chrissy went in search of her little brother.
She found him in the basement playing with their father's weights.  He was
using one of the hand weights and lifting it up and down in his
two small hands.

	"Wolf, what are you doing?"
	
	There was a sheen of sweat on his face, "I'm trying to get
stronger. Steve said I had to be strong."

	"But Wolf, you don't even know how to skate yet," Chrissy replied
gently.  She was touched that her brother wanted to do something for her.

	"Will you teach me?" Wolf replied hopefully, dropping the weight
on the floor with a thump. "Please?" he added in an afterthought.

	"You really want to learn?" Chrissy asked seriously.

	Wolf nodded.

	Chrissy took his hand, "All right, we'll do it together then.
Chrissy and Wolf against the world."

	Wolf smiled and repeated, "Yeah!  Me and Chrissy 'gainst the
world!"

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Chrissy had taught him everything that she had known.  And for a
couple of years they had even competed a little in some pair skating.  But
after a while, he had had to make a decision.  Figure skating or ice
hockey.  He had chosen ice hockey.  Chrissy had decided to coach partime
at the local rink and finish college.  She had been so proud
of him the day he had graduated from the police academy.  

	He heard a voice calling his name.

	"Wolf," Peter repeated.  Peter looked closer at his brother, and
mentally sent, 'Are you all right?'

	Wolf shook himself out of his memories.  'Yeah, I'm fine.  Just
doing a little reminiscing.'  

	"Well, we got a number, now can someone point me to the nearest 
phone?" Tom asked, breaking the silence.