-Bon, a bet eez a bet. You can take ze key! -Crupier exclaims as he puts the rest away-. Et moi, I can only say: merci pour ze bet, and adieu. -Crupier makes a graceful bow and as if by magic Kaleb is expelled from the tent and it closes again in an abrupt movement. The Christmas lights go out and the flag that rested at the top is pulled down. Thus the tent becomes gloomy, and all life it had vanishes.

Kaleb holds the key in his hand and looks at you.

-Well... let's try it -says the boy, a little fearful.