The back of the building that faced the railway had a large sliding door long since boarded up. On the side wall a door leading to the parking lot rattled open. A spindly man getting on in years carrying a box walked into the warehouse. With a stern visage the white-haired mansion caretaker asked the youngsters, "What are you doing in here?"

Kashton tried to hide his surprise saying, "Uh... my grandpa owns this building."

"Well he doesn't own the things from the mansion so you two better get out of here," the man grunted.

As Kashton and Romi Rae shot by Grandfather's chopper like there was no tomorrow Kashton called, "See you at home, Poppycockle."

In the warehouse the local historian noticed the fallen book, "No respect for history," he groused.