It was a cold, slushy day in January, that Jack Evans found himself on a rundown side street in a section of town in which he had seldom been before. He was weary and cold from job hunting, but he knew he couldn't go home and face Cathy, his wife, on her birthday without some small gift. Then he saw it, a little curio shop. He looked in the window at the collection of junk, jewellery and second hand objet d'art, when his eye was attracted to an egg shaped object dusty and half covered by other things. He immediately knew, that was what he was going to buy for Cathy...