“No,” he said with alarming ease. “Not really.” He reached his fingers into one of the pockets on his blouse, digging out a small black chip. The small piece of plastic was barely larger than a button. He held it between two fingers admiring it in the firelight. “But I got one last idea,” he smiled slightly winking at the alicorn as he tucked the chip back away in a pocket. “At least this way I can honestly say I tried everything I could.”