"What?!...That can't be right!"

The shopkeeper burrows his mustache as his heavy sigh fills the dreadful upcoming response.
"Sorry, but there was never a package sent here, but maybe it's running late," the shopkeeper affirms. "I'm sorry"

Sean runs his fingers through his hair frantically, trying to pick out a solution to his imminent problem in his strands but to no luck. The package that was suppose to arrive for him consisted of his allowance for the week.
"Alright...are you su-"

"Yes, I am. I'll go looking for you if I ever get anythin'. But for now, there's nothing I can do." the shopkeeper interrupts.