Before the old woman realized it, Patrick was running away with her purse.

Strangely enough, as he approached the woman she seemed quite happy now.

" Oh, thank you for ridding me of that cursed purse!" she cried in relief.

Patrick stopped dead in his tracks and with a horrified look on his face he asked " What do you mean cursed?"

But when he spun around to look at the old woman, she had vanished.

And the mist rolled across the street where she stood note even breath before.

So Patrick again set off down the road, bandanna, bagpipes, and now cursed purse in tow, until he heard something swoosh over his head.

As Patrick looked around to see what it was, he was amazed to find that the weather had suddenly changed to winter as if weeks had instantly passed by.

Shaking his head at the sudden onslaught of winter, Patrick shouldered his gear and continued walking down the road. All the while, he was unknowingly being watched.

A cold wind sent a shiver down his back, so he set down his bagpipes, the old lady's purse, and started to pull a sweater out from his bandana when he saw the purse start to shake.