The next day started the part of the week when Gabby worked at the family shoe store. There were times where she wondered why her parents were so dependent on her, why they couldn't just hire a different person to take her place. After all, if they had the money to pay her, then they certainly had the money to replace her with a new person. But then she thought about how it wasn't the skills and attitude that they wanted. It was HER that they wanted, and there was only one of her. It made her think about how she was the only daughter left who was living in the family home and that if she were to move out, it would just be her parents.

That made it difficult to tell them that she would have to cut her shoe store hours short for the time being due to urgent matters at her other job. Her father was none too happy about this news, especially since Gabby couldn't get herself to tell them why she had to work more at her other job. She couldn't do that without either a) worrying them or b) having them think she was crazy. That WOULD be the possible reactions to anybody who was told that sleep paralysis demons have plans to do something evil to the city where you live. Gabby's mother was at least a little understanding. She assured Raul that they didn't know what went on in Gabby's line of work (other than busting ghosts, of course), so if she said that what she needed to do was important, it was best to believe her. Izzy didn't seem as worried as she once was. She seemed proud of Gabby, especially since Gabby managed to make it back in one piece after each of her ghostbusting missions. But Gabby knew that mothers always had a little bit of worry about their children, even after they grew up. Gabby would always be her mother's habichuela.

And Gabby couldn't help but worry during her shoe store days. Working at the desk left a lot of time for the mind to wander and it tended not to wander anywhere good.

During that day, she saw a mix of new and old clientele. New customers were always good to have, especially if they were in a good mood.

But there was one particular customer that set off Gabby's suspicion.

An elderly lady came hobbling by. She had her storm-grey hair in a bun. She was only slightly hunched over. Her lumpy wooden staff was keeping her spine as erect as it could go. She wore several cloaks – her top one was purple but Gabby could see the other ones poking out, which were orange and navy blue. They were not the bright, neon colors that were popular with that era but a woman of her age wasn't expected to care. It was mainly her staff that caught Gabby off-guard. At the top of the staff was the shape of a human skull with two rubies in its eye sockets.

Gabby normally didn't pay attention to any person who was browsing the shelves. As far as she was concerned, her attention was reserved for when the customer needed to pay for their shoes. But she kept her eyes glued to this woman. Much like how she had something within her that could sense spiritual activity, she also had something within her that could sense when something or someone was magical. Yes… there was something magical about this woman. Her gut could tell her this much.

But soon enough, she didn't need her gut. As the woman walked down the aisles of shoes, the boxes on the shelves opened up on their own and the shoes inside stuck out their outsoles as if they were all looking at the woman. The hairs on Gabby's body stood on end as she gripped the counter. Why was this magical woman doing this? Was it unintentional?

The woman looked at one of the boxes containing the "living shoes." The pair of shoes in questions were light brown moccasins. They stuck themselves out of their box as if they were excited puppies being picked at an animal shelter. They even tried pushing themselves aside in a bid for attention, not realizing that such an action was futile since both of them would be bought anyway. It was kind of cute. No, it was creepy. No, it was cute. Gabby had a hard time deciding.

With no use of her hands whatsoever, the magical woman inspected these shoes to see if they were to her liking. Then, she turned her head and looked at Gabby. Gabby was not to her liking based on the glare that she received. It was the glare of someone who thought, "I know what you've been doing, young lady." Although Gabby had never seen this woman before, it felt like she already knew her.

Suddenly, the living shoes slipped back into their boxes as Izzy came around the corner. This witch only reserved the weird, unsettling stuff for Gabby.

"Hello!" said Izzy in a cheery voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Why, yes!" said the woman. She had put on her kindly old lady persona but Gabby was pretty sure that this was just an act. No kindly old lady could give a stare so biting. The lady told Izzy which shoes she was interested in and Izzy was happy to help.

Gabby overheard her mother helping the woman in and out of different pairs of shoes until she finally found ones that were perfect.

"Oh!" she said, "These moccasins are a godsend to my tired, old feet! Would you happen to have them in light brown?"

"I'm afraid we don't have those in stock at the moment," said Izzy. Gabby's mother had a sharp memory and often didn't need to check in the backroom in order to answer stock-related questions. "The ones we have in the window are display only. I can order them if you want."

"That would be lovely, querida," said the old woman.

"Come to the counter and my daughter will help you with that."

Gabby gulped. She had to remind herself that she was supposed to treat this woman no different than any other customer. She was going to perform this transaction and that was it. She wanted to get it over with.

The old lady told Gabby which shoes she wanted and Gabby filled out a mail order sheet for her request.

"Would you like these picked up or delivered?" asked Gabby.

"Delivered, please," said the old lady.

"And what is your address?"

The old lady gave Gabby her home address and any other information that was needed for the order.

"Thank you very much," said Gabby, "Have a nice day."

The woman then presented another biting stare, this time with red, glowing eyes. The eyes on her staff glowed as well. Gabby stopped breathing. She could recognize that red color from that one cursed night when she contacted The Demon Realm. This woman was either working with demons or she was a demon.

"You, too, querida," she said with a lower voice than usual. She stole away, suddenly able to walk fairly fast while holding her staff.

Gabby tried her best to process what happened but this didn't take long. This woman was clearly a witch. No, she wasn't the kind of customer who would yell at her, insisting that the two shoes in her box were different sizes even if they clearly weren't, although someone like that could be described as a witch, or another word that rhymed with witch. But this was a real witch, as real as Gabby was.

She was so mired with fear from the transaction that she never gave a moment to think about the name that she wrote down on the order slip.

She glanced at the slip. The woman's name was Jasmine Farrera.

It couldn't be… could it? The woman in the demon realm was named Yasmine. It started with a "Y" and was pronounced a little differently but there was no way that it wasn't the same woman. No other customer gave her such bad vibes.

When her parents weren't looking (which was most of the time), she folded the order slip and put it into her pocket. This wasn't a ghostbusting day but she had to stop by The Firehouse after work to present this information.

Gabby caught the bus that evening and it couldn't come fast enough. It wasn't rush hour, so it was mainly empty. She dug her nails into the seat in front of her as she waited for her stop.

Once her stop came, she ran off the bus and through the door. Unlike her own home, this other home didn't require her to fumble with her keys and unlock the door beforehand.

Egon stared at the crumpled piece of paper while going "hmm…" This went on for a few minutes.

"C'mon, Egon!" said Peter, "It only takes so long to read a piece of paper that small!"

"I'm thinking, Peter. Something that you don't seem to do all that often."

"He's got you there," said Winston.

"It had to have been her!" said Gabby. She hadn't felt this impatient about something since she was a child. She had forgotten why. Maybe it was a toy or a candy bar that she wanted. Only the intense feeling remained from that memory. "She was a little old lady with a wooden staff decorated like a skull! And she used her magic to bring the shoes to life!"

"That must have been a sight to behold," said Ray.

"Not if you were there."

"Can I see that piece of paper?" asked Winston.

Egon handed the piece of paper to Winston, who took in what was written.

"Well, Gertrude said that the witch lived somewhere in Spanish Harlem and the address is definitely in Spanish Harlem," said Winston, "Except she also said that The Witch was named Yasmine and the piece of paper says 'Jasmine.'"

"Jasmine and Yasmine are basically two versions of the same name," said Ray, "She was probably doing that in order to not raise suspicion."

"Well, it didn't work," said Gabby, "I was suspicious all throughout her visit. And I got the feeling that she knew that I knew about her."

"You were incredibly lucky to get this address, Gabriella," said Egon, "Now, all we need to do is go there."

"And do a better job at not raising suspicion than she did," said Ray.

"Old ladies tend to be quite trusting," said Gabby.

"Otherwise, they wouldn't fall for all those telephone scams," said Peter.

Gabby felt incredibly lucky that this woman happened to be a customer at her family's store. But she figured that this would happen eventually. After all, an old woman was likelier to shop for shoes in her own part of the city rather than going to a different part.