At The Gift Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the floor turned over and a couple of curling irons on the floor. Did the Schmuckley goons already get wind of his coming? No one was in the room, but he heard a screech of tires on the street behind him. He stuck his head out the door in time to see the tail end of a chariot sashaying around the corner.

He proceeded warmly back into the gift shop, looking for Kellen and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Fanny had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the floor, a door stood ajar. He majestically pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large cobra with an umbrella.

He padded into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Anyhow, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself jokingly.

That was his last thought before he felt a hat hit him on the ankle and everything went black.