I pushed a button on the back of the camera turningthe flash off.“Amy.” I said. Amy turned her head toward me.Click.Much better. The dark background, almost black, theorange light on her face. A nice moody photo. Akeeper.“That reminds me of a story.” Peter said.“What’s that Peter.” I said.“Your camera. The fire. The darkness closing inaround us.” Peter said.“Ohhh. I have goosebumps already Peter!” Amypushed Peter in the shoulder. Peter smiled and pushedhis curly hair out of his eyes.“Yeah, it happened to some campers, just like us.Well, actually it was a family, but they were camping.Somewhere, not too far from here.” Jean seemed to perk up and started listening moreintently.“What happened?” I asked.