Gilbert ran to them as the Firebird screeched loudly. The Firebird approached Gilbert. The heat from the flames dried Gilbert's clothes but he was growing hotter. “Spell, cast spell,” cooed Frank Porter as the mutated Firebird. He jumped away, seeing Gilbert wipe the sweat from his forehead. “But use silkworm threads,” cried Orson. “Inat Surpass,” Gilbert murmured as he placed the silkworm threads on his parents' heads. A flash of light touched their foreheads and along their bodies. The filaments he spread over them fused together with the threads deep within their skin. They sat down in an instant, like puppets being pulled together by a master puppeteer, and shook their heads in disbelief. "What happened?" they asked in unison. Gilbert could see how confused they looked. He stepped around the debris and reached out to hug them, overwhelmed with happiness that they were okay, but his emotions needed to wait. He wanted to take care of someone very important... quickly, before it was too late. "We'll explain later," Trunk offered, Orson nodding once Gilbert rushed over to the pile of rugs. He thought nothing of the sensation of movement his fingers felt when he reached into the bag after locating the fabric. Orson had previously placed it in the shoulder bag Gilbert still carried. “Renovation unnecessary,” Gilbert uttered, placing his hands on the area where he stood. He dropped the piece of Arab fabric, found in the dumpster. The pile of carpets transformed into a brand new Arabian flying carpet as Trunk continued to speak to everyone who would listen around him and Orson. “If it weren't for the Spirit Mask Guardians and Handy in his room, we wouldn't have been able to track him down.” Here. The enchanted white rat spirits... in the center of the card... in the vision, Prod had killed his true mother. It was why Gilbert's pain was so deep and why he cried so easily. The painful memory of her unicorn mother would eventually heal, but not before she discovered why. "This belongs to you, Prod." Gilbert handed the unicorn his horn. The unicorn bowed as the horn floated easily on its forehead out of Gilbert's hand in waves of dusty smoke. “Does this mean I'm no longer the last unicorn?” asked Gilberto. He walked over to Trunk who was nodding and his brother Bark who was pointing at Gilbert. "This wand belongs to you, I believe," he told Bark who simply bowed, unable to take his eyes off Gilbert. "Thank you Gilbert for freeing my brother from the gray and sinister Fanatic Imps of the sorcerer Dan Baker," Trunk enthusiastically shook Gilbert's forearm, handing him the bright red Phoenix feather that adorned his hat.