A/N OK so I know it's been a while since I've uploaded and I apologize but I hit a major writers block. Before I continue I want to reply to a review that made me laugh. Alfred Pierce, Yes in my mind Garry was flipping out inside his head but was to frozen with shock to do anything. And that stupid little blue doll will be in the story the entire time. It's my comic relief for the story. Stupid blue doll... BUT! You were the first to follow my story so you're awesome, thank you so much. Sorry for the really long author's note

Ib POV

I turned away from the mystery man in the picture and head back downstairs to were the party was. Guests must arriving by now. The man in the picture remained on my thoughts. Garry… I know the name and the face… But I can't match it with a memory.

I returned to the party and said hello to my parents' friends and wondered around. I walked around for a while, ate some food and cursed my dress to high heaven every time I almost tripped over it. My mother saw my frustration and allowed me to walk around the gallery to cool down. I went back up stairs to try to find the mystery picture again. I walked to the hall where the picture was before but found nothing. I ran my hand over the blank wall and the lights went out.

"Great." I muttered to myself. "Just great"

I felt along the wall trying to find a switch, to no avail.

I kept feeling along the wall and found a door. That definitely wasn't there before. I grabbed the knob and turned. I was surprised to find it unlocked.

I stepped into the dark room and the door shut behind me. When the lock clicked, the lights turned on. I was standing in a room that was all to familiar. There were two book shelves in the middle of the room and a table between them. On the table sat an empty vase.

I walked around the shelves to the other side of the room. There were curtains covering something. On the ground was a small red puddle. At first I thought it was blood but then realized it was only paint.

Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled back the curtains. There was a painting behind them. A painting of the gallery I was just in. The gallery was… Decorated for my party… I could see my mom and dad and their friends. "What is this…" I said to myself.

I felt warmth spread through my body. I turned and found that the vase had been filled with water and in it sat a beautiful red rose. I took it from the vase. Something about it tugged at my memory.

Nine petals…

"How peculiar…" I said to myself.

I heard a bang and looked up to see words written in red paint across the wall

WELCOME BACK IB

A/N I really apologize for this being so short but I wanted to get something out to you guys. I'll try to get another upload tonight but I make no promises. Reviews please. It helps and motivates me a lot.