She was relieved to escape the busy Chinatown street
corner, once she was inside what could only be an antique store. Thanks to the
translation circuits in her T.A.R.D.I.S., she knew this for certain, as the
Chinese symbols imprinted on the entrance door deciphered as “Wing’s Antiques.”
The shop was lit by an assortment of candles. Most of the
antiques were almost as old as she was. Some of it she recognized from visits
to time periods on Earth with the Doctor. An ancient gold dragon chalice here
and a samurai sword there. If she had the money, she would purchase the chalice
and find a place for it in the console room as a memento. She
foresaw many of them to come in her new journey ahead.
At the moment of her arrival, Mr. Wing – the elderly
shopkeeper – was engaged in an argument with his grandson, a boy who looked to
heavily embrace the American culture with his New York Yankees baseball cap.
“You should not have sold Mogwai to inventor,” Wing
told his grandson.
“But, Grandfather, we made two hundred dollars out of him!”
“Mogwai dangerous to society. Just listen.”
Wing turned up the volume on an old radio just near them.
Candace’s ears perked at the unusual broadcast: calls of
strange creatures terrorizing a town named Kingston Falls. At first,
the radio D.J. believed the calls to be a hoax, inappropriate to the Christmas
season, until he himself was attacked on-air by one of the creatures.
“You see the danger that comes in irresponsibility over
Mogwai?” Wing scolded to his grandson. “It must be brought back here, where it safe.”
Admittedly, curiosity got the better of Candace.
“I’ll get this Mogwai for you, sir,” she said, making her
presence there known to Wing and his grandson. His eyes,
mismatched in color with one pale blind eye and the other dark brown, centered
on her. She stiffened like a board from the judgmental glare they gave. “You
can trust me,” she added, hoping to change his expression.
Wing’s demeanor did shift to slight amusement, chuckling
at Candace’s assurance.
“Trust what caused misfortune,” he said. “Trust betrayed
by inventor…and grandson. They do with Mogwai what society has done with all of
nature’s gifts: they do not understand.”
Candace snickered. “Tell me about it. A prime example in
the corruption of Earth humans.”
Her intriguing statement drew much interest in Wing, his
focus on the middle-aged woman growing with more intent. He approached her,
shadowed by her distinguishing height. She was rather fit for her age, her
biceps stretching the sleeves of her long red knitted coat. She had the
appearance of a fierce warrior, even in her beautifully aging face.
But there was something more that caught Wing’s eye.
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