Micki enters the shop first, and Ryan holds the door for her.
"Ryan, Micki!" Jack runs over to them with the manifest and a newspaper.
"Jack, we couldn't find anything, and we looked everywhere."
"That's alright, look at what I found, now I tried to pinpoint an object that deals with a curse of disappearance. A cloak, a magic box, something that would make someone disappear."
"And what did you come up with?" Micki asks.
"Absolutely nothing."
Ryan sighs.
"But what I did find, was this..."
Micki takes the manifest from him.
"A monkey's paw?" She looks confused and looks at Ryan.
"If I'm correct, this paw could very well be based off a short story by author W. W. Jacobs first published in England in the collection, of The Lady of the Barge in 1902. In the story, three wishes are granted to the owner of the monkey's paw, but the wishes come with an enormous price for interfering with fate."
"And that makes up for the disappearances because?" Ryan asks.
"I believe that in order to make those three wishes, the owner of the paw requires 3 souls, 3 people that would make up the characters of that story, Mr. White, Mrs. White and their son Herbert."
"That would explain why all of the families that have gone missing, have been a family with a son...but what does the owner get out of it?" Micki blurts out.
"Possibly anything they want, it's a curse that gives you your hearts desire as long as you give something back in return.
"So...where do they go...the people?" Ryan replies.
"I'm afraid I don't know..."
Ryan looks down.
"Well what, they play out the story made up by W.W. Jacobs and they get their wishes granted?"
"Yes, but remember with each wish, you may get in return that which you want but possibly at a terrible cost...your wish might be granted but you may not like the outcome."
Micki looks at Ryan then back at Jack.
"Then we've got to find it, does the manifest says who Uncle Lewis sold it too?" Micki blurts out.
"That's the interesting part."
Jack points to the name on the manifest. Ryan and Micki look down at it.
"W. ." Ryan reads out loud.
Micki gasps then looks at Jack.
"Couldn't be, he'd be over a 100 years old!" Micki shouts.
"Well...if he's not we better try to locate him."
Suddenly the door opens, and the bell is heard. Jack, Micki, and Ryan look up toward the door. Warren walks in and closes the door behind him. Our heroes exchange glances, and Ryan walks over to the railing leading up to the main floor of the shop.
"Can we help you?"
"Yes... I think you can." Warren says softly.
"Uh...great what is it you need?"
Micki and Jack walk over to Ryan, and Warren greets them.
"I was looking for something very special."
"There are lots of trinkets here, but I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific." Jack tells him.
"Yeah...sure..."
Warren reaches into his pocket.
"You see...I need...your souls!
Warren quickly takes out the monkey's paw from his pocket and holds up. Micki screams.
"W.W. Jacobs!?" Jack shouts. "Ryan, quick grab the-"
There is a blinding flash, and they are suddenly transported to a 19th century house, in 19th century attire.
"Where'd he go?!" Jack blurts.
"And where are we?" Micki asks, and looks down at her dress.
"Your home in England Mrs. White."
Micki gasps and turns around. Warren smiles at her holding the monkey's paw.