Trunk Harrison was at the entrance to Haven Stones. His wrinkled face showed a long life of hardship. He was dressed in a dark blue cloaked wizard's robe with a crest of two sitting unicorns above the inscription, Astron Aurochs. A pointed blue hat, with a long brim in the shape of a triangle, falling down his back, covered his head up to his ears. A long, bright red feather protruded from the golden band above the brim of the hat. Tufts of short gray hair peeked out from behind the three holes in the back brim of his hat. He looked around, smelled the crisp, cold air, and entered the opening that led to the Haven Stones. After drawing his long wand, he was greeted by Orson Binks. Surprised by the sudden appearance, Trunk stepped back with his wand at the ready. "What brings you here, Trunk?" Orson asked. His cloak moved magically under the power of his ever-ready wand. "The same thing that brings you here, Master Binks." Trunk's wand hand slowly rose towards the sky, causing no alarm. “The stars. Like you, I have visions. With an anguished face, he studied the note he had found at Gilbert's house, which had fallen from Gilbert's backpack before he left for school. Gilbert could see them but they couldn't see him inside the Haven. He twirled his hair, dazzled by the two wizards facing each other. "Well. I was afraid you might say something else. Have you been hunting long?” Orson put his wand away. "Enough. I lost my brother again,” Trunk's head hung in shame. He stuck his wand under his cloak angrily. “Haven't we all done it? Excuse me. How insensitive of me to say something like that,” Orson offered, extending his hand in greeting. Trunk grabbed her forearm and an exchange of light passed between them. Trunk looked over Orson's shoulder. His features are recorded... in the center of the sheet... elitist register. Yet Trunk called him O'Binks. As his mother had done on the flashback trip, Gilbert reflected. They have to be friends. “Listen to us, Gilbert,” Orson chimed in, also placing a hand on Gilbert's other shoulder. He eyed Trunk. “Show it to him.” "No! I don't want to see anymore. I just want to leave, find my parents and…” Gilbert stopped short when the two strong hands holding him in place on both shoulders. “And go where? This is your home now. You won't find your parents in the non-magical world. They are here for you to find once you awaken from the walking dream you've been in for the last thirteen years." Trunk couldn't be more relevant. "Your little body must grow, and fast, for fear of not handling the powers that you own. That's why you stop breathing at night. That's why you dream of tagging with your friends. That's why you're human now.”