May: Well...the shop is magic...as are the people who run it...it senses people with deep desires or wishes and goes to them...I can't control where it does or doesn't go...
"..."
May: So...do you...?
"do I what?"
May: ...Have something you desire...?
"I don't think so..."
May: Hm...
(Can Melville see ghosts?)
(yee)
An old woman suddenly floats through the back door and into the shop
???: IT'S FATE!
May: Eep!
She jumps a little, startled
"AH~!"
