After a dreadful attempt at standing up, the stallion had indeed succeeded on his wanted task and stood before the magical intercom. While the deep and long pants left his mouth, the stallion took the horn from the device and placed it against his ear. Much to his luck and surprise did it still work as it should do. With a throbbing head he dialed the first number that came to his mind. If it was the right one had to be seen though. That was because of the fact that his vision faded in and out every few seconds. It originated from the lack of oxygen that was supposed to be carried within the blood. Blood he didn't have anymore.