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— Daddy, daddy! I want to come with you!

Young Peregrine had been running after his father at the moment when he had put the letter in his pocket ready to go off the streets.

— Oh, really? Sean Doran Wrick was weighing the possibilities.

Peregrine was still in fluffy rabbit slippers and pajamas, but he had a very determined look on his young face.

— Then perhaps we should ask Guinevere to come with us too?
— OK, I go ask her!

And off was Peregrine, running down the hall of the large Dublin apartment to his sister’s room.

Sean was thoughtful… Well, Edmund had said that the private jet would be ready in an hour, so that was leaving him some time to have a nice beer at the pub before departing to New York to see the Traveling Reality Amusement Park, or T.R.A.P. for short, as the imaginative publicists of his father’s company had decided to brand the new revolutionary concept.

Sean had been supervising the very first prototype before he had met Margaret, and then had got more interested in his “real” family life than in amusement travels in fairy lands… But nonetheless his father had trusted his flair, and had kept him informed of the developments of the project.
Now, for the premiere of the T.R.A.P., he’d got some VIP invitations, but grieved with Margaret’s death, he had not wanted to go there at all. That is, until Becky had spoken about it…

Peregrine came back with a pout on his face.
— She’s not sure if she wants to come, he said…
— Oh well. Then, let me have my beer, and I come back in a few minutes to see if you and your sister are ready. I’ll pick up whomever is ready and packed up.
— Yipeeee! Peregrine’s eyes were gleaming with joy.