Sixteen years later Mafia Princess Ursula strolled through the mansion corridors. She had alabaster white skin and long, straight black hair with vivid red streaks through it, and eyes that matched in colour. Sure enough, she was wearing a pair of baggy, torn jeans and heavy black lace-up combat boots. She was walking past the North tower when a ball of light appeared before her. She screamed, "Electric light! Not with this make up!" She shielded her face with her arms, "And it'll frizz my hair up! I just straightened it!"

But as she looked into the light she went into a trance and glided up the stairs into the tower. When she got to the top she saw two things in a room. A box and a man. The man had hair the colour of mocha and snapping, derisive brown eyes. He was wearing a black cape and black robes with a high, foreboding collar. "Welcome." The man said in a would-be mystical voice.

"Wait a minute!" Mafia princess Ursula exclaimed, "Detective Sampson, right?"

The man pulled a face, "Actually, no. I was fired. They accused me of abusing my authority. All that business about premature apprehension and sentencing babies to death. It all turned very ugly. So now I'm Evil Magician Sampson."  He was very self-satisfied. "Now." Evil magician Sampson said, "Down to business. You will notice a box on the floor."

Ursula peered at the box. It read:

Do it Yourself for Dummies: Make Your Own Spinning Wheel

Mafia Princess Ursula was NOT impressed.

"Uh, excuse me? What do you think I am? Some kind of dorky hardware guy? You expect me to make this thing? I don't think so!"

But Evil Magician Sampson was having none of this. "Oh please? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

Ursula didn't have the heart to refuse. She peered at the equipment in the kit. "Hmmmm," she said, "These nails look rather rusty…" She picked one up to inspect it, "Are you sure these are safe?"

But before she could finish her question she was asleep on the floor.