"Damn he's coming, we'll have to meet up with Duty some other time," Handy said. "I'll warn Trunk and Orson where I've taken you." In a twinkling flash, Handy vanished. “But I have to talk to Duty,” Gilbert said to the smoky residue left by Handy. His words went unheard. A flock of little white rats rushed out; led by someone who commands. Gilbert couldn't count them all. “Hurry up, Gilbert, your friends need you,” said the little white mouse. “Their lives are in danger.” Frightened by the talking white mouse, Gilbert jumped. "You must be Geebs. Is that what you are?" Gilbert asked the little rat, remembering his vision when he touched the red Phoenix feather. Is my friend in danger? That's all. Damn…my trance last name, Gilbert thought. Proust and his parents stared at him for a moment after his strange question, then swam into the darkness of the lake. Proust swam back, pointed to his head while Gilbert nodded at him in understanding. “Yes, I am Geebs, a Sprite, trapped in this furry body,” he replied. “Now hurry, you have to come with us and save your friends. They told me to tell you about Dream Tag so that you would believe me. Now let's hit the ground running, we have little time." Geebs entered the secret message that only his friends knew. The other rats ran away. He had to follow him, but where? Where is Geebs taking me? His answer came when the tunnels expanded into large dungeons filled with thousands of rats. Their little noses twitched as they stared at Gilbert. It took Gilbert fifteen minutes to reach the holding cells, however, once they arrived, Gilbert gasped at the sight of his friends bound and gagged behind the barred chambers. Their murmurs were heard through the tight fabric above their mouths, and their… middle of paper… took their positions. "Release him...", Gilbert ordered David, throwing him the keys. David looked at Pamela, with his hands clasped over his mouth; his eyes were wide with terror. Gilbert winked at her. “But he can't be trusted,” Stephanie said. “Your sister! He's..." "Do it! And then get out of here. The white rats, called Imps, will lead you out as they led me here," Gilbert commanded. "I have no time to explain why, listen to me, please." An inner voice told him to move forward faster. Fear sets in, the faith leaks out, the words rush into his head. Change the F! It was a command. Gilbert followed Geebs' little tail as he darted in and out of the underground passages into a large room that smelled of freshly baked bread. Suddenly, right in front of him were his parents. He took out his wand, knocked on the lock of the cage and uttered a sentence…