Christ what the hell was Derrick Donavich doing in this arty farty place? Forced in by a unexpected rain storm it had been at least an hour since the last drop had fallen. Still, even though it was strange and disturbing, Derrick was fascinated by the dark subject matter. As Mr. Black, the owner and collector of the strange items talked , Derrick knew he should run into the daylight steps away. A chill went down his spine as a gravel voice announced "Mr. Donavvich! This should interest you" The way he stretched out his name seemed omnimous...