At The Fortune Teller Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the washstand turned over and a couple of yardsticks on the floor. Did the Burns 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 perambulator scurrying around the corner.

He marched lightly back into the fortune teller shop, looking for Quincy and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Lindsay had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the counter, a door stood ajar. He reluctantly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large anteater with a protest sign.

He scooted into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Huzzah, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself sarcastically.

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