I was frozen in surprise at the sight of a small crooked boy standing inside our tent with an impish smile. I was even more surprised when Imogen who I had rarely ever heard popped her head out of the water and in a peevish tone asked him why he was here. Before the child, apparently called Gabriel, could respond to Imogens questions I directed his attention back to his previous statement. "You can find us a place to be safe?" He slowly nodded. "How do we know you aren't going to sell us to another museum or wait until the Ringmaster puts out a search poster for us and then you send us back here and get the money?" I didn't know I was so paranoid about this until I had started to open my mind to the possibilities.