Bradley smiled, examining the electronic device which had so spontaneously answered his prayers. Time was running short, soon the shrinking tonic he'd poured down his twin brothers throat, a so devilish and rare as to shrink a full grown adult to the size of a 's toy, would lose its effects. What luck, or twisted fate had led him to the strange Bazaar which had sprung up over night. It wasn't the sort of place Bradley would stroll through when he had Brandon, and the consequences of his actions growing larger by the second. How odd it had looked, tossed atop a crate with other long discarde... Show more