They were at sea on their 30 day cruise, when Angelique asked her husband Quentin, if they could use the ship to shore to phone their son at her brother's place.
"Son? Angelique, are you okay? I've always wanted children, but we never had a son," he says seriously.
"Haha! Oh, Quentin! You're right of course, I just woke from a vivid dream, I wasn't fully awake. Forgive me!" she said throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. All the while she hid her fury at Jack. He had done something to her only son, and tried to make the world forget. She had put magic aside when she married and had a child, but she could still use her magic.
The ship began to rock noticeably as the world around her felt her growing, seething anger and magic began to leak into the world around her.
Quentin hugged her tightly back, and whispered, "Seems like a storm is coming."
She whispered back, "You have no idea, Quentin."
"Huh?"
"I best get to the cabin and put my makeup away, its spread all over the counter, and if we are headed to a storm it may end up all over."
"Oh, right. I'll check with the purser. The ship's schedule said it was going to be bright and sunny all day?"
"You do that. Go on to breakfast without me, after that nightmare, I need a lie down," she added breathlessly.
Back in the cabin, Angelique lights a small candle, and stares into the flame.
"By the powers, ancient and true, I summon the sight to show me my son anew!" she stared into the candle flame. You aren't in the shop. You seem to be in some sort of package being shipped in transit. She angrily blows out the candle. She puts her things away, and locks the cabin door, after putting the DO NOT DISTURB sign out.
She walks out on the veranda, and inhales the morning sea air. She stares across the sea. Though thousands of miles away, she sees the shop where your uncle transformed you. The wind blows harshly, and the sun vanishes behind a bank of black clouds. Lightning flashes. And in the clap of thunder that follows, Angelique is no longer on a ship in the Caribbean. She is now on the doorstep of her brother's shop "Second Skins."
Jack is smoking a cigarette wearing his robe, and reading a newspaper. He hears the storm, and feels his home and shop shake in the sudden wind. The locked shop door swings open and slams shut. The glass in the door shatters. Every glass in the building shatters, windows, drinking glasses, mirrors - all crack.
Jack glances sadly at the broken Waterford tumbler on the table next to him. Fine port is spilled everywhere. He sighs, and then he smiles.
As he gets up, Angelique strides into the room.
"Jack! What have you done to my son?"
"Angelique! What a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect you for weeks. Uh, did you and that mortal what's his name, Q-ball? Finally, break up? It's so good to have you back in the world you were born to-" Jack says stretching out his arms to hug his sister.
Her gray eyes flash purple with anger. A bolt of lightning cuts the sky, and strikes the old house that is the shop. The roof explodes in flame.
"Angelique! What are you doing?" Jack protests waving his hands. He mutters a spell to quench the flames, but he can only slow them down. The witch's fire is unquenchable.
"What have you done to my son?" she demands.
"I have done nothing that he didn't ask for-"
"Oh, come now, Jack. We both know that when you or I give someone a choice, they have no other real choice. Now I'm giving you a choice: You tell me what you did to my son and how to undo it, or you will know my unbridled wrath?"
Jack's face got very serious, downright scared. He stepped back a few steps. Damn, he backed himself into the corner. He'd miss this place. He'd be lucky if she even left a smoking crater. Jack bit his lip, he'd once gotten between a mother dragon and her baby. This was ten times scary, probably because he knew how vindictive his sister could be before she was happily married with a child of her own. Maybe this had been a mistake? Still it seemed like a good idea at-
"What did you do to my son? Where is he? How do I undo what you did?" she demands through gritted teeth. A burning rafter crashes through the floor behind you.
"Uh, yes, well, that's three questions, I will answer the first two: He tried on one of my enchanted skins, and asked to be permanently transformed and sold, and he is currently in the mails to his new owner-"
"How do I change him back?" Angelique said grabbing his robe by the shoulders.
"About that? I did mention it was permanent-" Jack said as he vanished out of his robe.
Angelique stood there clenching the empty robe in her arms. She threw it to the ground. The house exploded in a giant fireball. The front doors flew open, and an undamaged Angelique strode out of the burning building and down the burning steps. Her eyes blazed with rage.
You were content in your plastic package looking forward to being used by your new owner. Suddenly, you remembered something you had forgotten. You weren't always a sex doll, though you felt you must've been. You hear a far off voice shouting into the wind.
"Mama's coming, baby!" shouts Angelique.
You feel uncertain for the first time since you tried on the plastic costume at Uncle Jacks...
There are swirling smoldering ashes behind Angelique where an old house had stood for almost two centuries. She stalks into town to the shipping office.
"I need to trace a package," she says to the clerk.
"Do you have the tracking number?"