“What about the Dalmatian dog? » “The one with the coach?” » Gilbert nodded at the question. “Escorts…for protection.” The roads can be dangerous. » “I understand the drift. So what should I call you here? Gilbert joined him on the soft green grass. He wasn't cold from the night air. It was much better than most dreams. All his senses were on alert. He wanted to savor every moment, even if his stomach hurt from laughing and his heart ached knowing where his parents had been taken. Dumpster continued. “My birth name is Orson Binks. I was a lot like you, except my vocation is different from yours,” Dumpster paused for a second. His hands rose in the air, almost like a prayer. “Are you calling?” » said Gilbert, knowing his own mission and unable to share it. Still, he didn't really know what to call it, or what it was exactly. His fingers played with a dandelion flower, which turned red under his delicate touch. “My calling was to find the last unicorn and bring it safely to the points where all magic meets. » Last unicorn, Gilbert remembered the words of his arrested teacher. Let me show you something important before you leave this place,” Dumpster’s words ignited his hands with light as he stood up. Gilbert moved away from the ambient glow. “It won’t hurt you.” Above their heads appeared two black unicorns in a field of tall bluegrass. The mother unicorn trembled as two dark-cloaked magicians picked up her baby unicorn. Their hats were adorned with dangling spikes on all four sides – symbols of stars and planets adorned them. Her black-haired mother neighed as the magicians began to carry the young unicorn away. She was too ill to move except to breathe and complain, but she made a valiant effort. She tried again and again until her head was... in the middle of a paper...... about you and your parents," Orson carefully put the precious chip in his pocket. " So the coat you are wearing is really my father's coat? And I thought I saw things in the dumpster from food poisoning or heat exhaustion. Gilbert touched the fabric of the coat. A wave of sensations ran through his arm. He withdrew his hand… “No, my dear Gilbert. Your father gave this to me while I was in a dumpster in Boston, Massachusetts. Near you. Orson sat down at Gilbert's height. “I was looking for you. » “But how? I don't understand." Gilbert's eyes widened. "It was his way of introducing me to you, your mother and your sister, Anna. Your parents, Sandra and Roger, are your trusted guardians. They have a lot abandoned to save you,” Orson stopped once again, “Like many others.” He held his chest as if he felt something moving under his hand..