The mid-morning arrives, caressing the trees and into the kingdom beyond. Lily sits with you, smiling. Her face turned wrinkled, her brown hair streaked with grey, and yet her brown eyes remain just as soft and curious as ever; if but a hint of wisdom behind them.

"Mom, I'll be alright," you remind her. You're old enough to be on your own, yet Lily is worried, as one does. "I know, but if you're going out to the forest today, remember..."

"Don't pet the unicorns." You say it with her like a montra, the saying she says constantly. "I'll be fine. Please give dad my love."

Lily nods, her husband Jack is the king of the kingdom now for forty years. "He's busy but he sends his blessing. Please tell Gump hello if you run into him."