Here she was. For some reason, although she didn't know why, Ib found herself standing in front of the Galley. It had been 10 years since she and Garry had made it out of there together, but she was still haunted by the disfigured images of dolls, women clawing themselves out of paintings, and those blue eyes that she had promised never to leave. Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep, she would wonder back to the Galley contemplating what could have been.
Then she hears a familiar voice, "Couldn't sleep?" He asks Ib, enveloping her in his warm embrace. "I couldn't either."
"Garry, do you every think things could have been different? Do you think we could have saved her?" She asks, turning around to look into his eyes. In all honesty, he doesn't know how to answer those beautiful curious eyes. He had never been as close to Mary as Ib, and since the moment they had met his only thought had been to protect her.
"I'm sure that they could have been," he tells her, "but it might not have been for the best. All I know is that I'm lucky enough to have you."
His unabashed display of affection makes her blush. Although her mind is eased, as they leave she still feels the pull towards Guertena and his twisted creations. She knows that if she tries to go to sleep, they will haunt her nightmares and cause her to relieve the terror of his Fabricated world.
After mustering up some courage she says, "I really don't want to be alone tonight, would it be alright if I slept with you." She sees his face flush scarlet before realizing what she's just implied. "I didn't mean it that way!" she bursts. "I just want you to be there with me Gar, is-is that alright?"
"Of course it is, little macaroon," He says smiling at her adorable awkwardness. "Come on, let's get you home."
Home. That sounds so comforting coming from him. The last thing she can remember before falling asleep, is the way safe way it feels to be held in his arms.