Jessica drove the car down the long road through many twists and turns. The house had been miles and miles out of town, to get back to the antique shop she had to drive the many miles and then through the city to get to the opposite end. "So much time and all I found was a doll and a journal." She glanced over at the doll and twisted her mouth. "Such an odd looking doll." The phone rang again; she pulled to the side of the road, put on the brakes and answered.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am on my way. No, nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn't much left in the house, just a couple dusty boxes with personal items. Yes. No. Um, a few things that gave me some interest but I don't think they will be any good in the store. No. Yes, I'm on my way. Alright, uh-huh, buh-bye." She folded her flip phone to hang up and looked at the doll. "Never start a business with your mother. It's a terrible idea." She turned her head back to the road and got back into the city traffic.<br/><br/>A little while after the phone call the car took a quick turn and then stopped. Jessica got out, grabbed the doll and the journal and went inside a small building on a busy street. She walked up to the counter where her mother was standing. "I found this journal, and this doll." Her mom looked at the doll and went to reach for him. "Nope! He's mine, I don't think I want him in the shop. Sorry, but that house had nothing to offer us." Her mother gave her a sharp looked and then shrugged it off and Jessica then went upstairs to their apartment above the shop. She laid the journal on the pillow of her bed and put the doll on her desk chair. After that she took off her blazer and her skirt and slipped on some jeans and put her long dishwater blonde hair in a ponytail. "Now, what to do with you." She looked at the doll. "Ah! I know! I bath!" After that she turned on her heel, went in to the bathroom and started filling the tub with lukewarm water.