you had recently gotten hooked. They started visiting a nearby antique shop called Reparieren, run by a mysterious clerk that had just opened up.

As you opened the shop door, it was as if they had stepped from the harsh modern world into another world—or perhaps an old Western movie. The interior had that feel, and the scent of lavender filled the air. That clerk was running the shop all by himself again today. He smiled, propped his chin on his left hand, and waved lightly in their direction.