The Start of It All<br/><br/>A grandfather clock, lost somewhere in the labyrinth that was Malick's second hand store, had just struck 6.<br/>The door,almost on queue, opened and the sound of rain entered along with the dripping personage of Gillian Reynolds.  The silver bell above the door chimed for attention.<br/><br/>Jack finished reading his sentence before looking up.  In his late 50s, almost completely gray and wearing his customary wire rimmed spectacles, he knew that customers rarely if ever barged straight in demanding what they wanted.  More often than not, they didn't know what they wanted, and would browse for a little before striking up a conversation.<br/><br/>Setting the book aside, he raised the counter door and nimbly stepped out.<br/><br/>"Is there something in particular I can help you find, miss?"  he asked in smooth tones.