Gabarne decided it was time to make a change in his life. When he heard what he had to do, he went towards a blackbox. Opening it, there was a bloodpen just as expected. He pricked the bloodpen in his middlefinger. When this was done he wrote down his signature. G.B with Nice curls. He gave the box back.

After that he relised something: He was bound to his destiny. He recoginized a feeling, a feeling of fullfilling.