Ib washed her hands and face, making sure nothing could show she cried. She didn't want to embarrass Garry, not here. She sighed, and just muttered, "My imagination. It must have been," trying to console herself. She looked into the mirror to check if she any more tears were on her face, when she saw Mary. Ib, taking care not to make noise, ducked out of sight of Mary. "Ib, where are you? I know you're in here! I miss you! I'm sorry about the knife thing. I just want to see you again!" Ib's eyes darted around, looking for a way out. She didn't think she could deal with Mary again. "IB!" Mary cried, " I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU! RAAAH! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE. I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU!" Ib began shivering, and started to whimper. "AHA!" Mary shouted, "Found you, silly!" Ib screamed as she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Mary turned Ib around, looking at her confused. "What is it Ib? Did you see something? But we aren't in the gallery anymore. We're in the café!" Ib stared at her, horrified. She whimpered and asked, "How did you know I was in here?" Mary responded, "I know everything about the works of Guertena, especially in the café where he drew his works!" Mary giggled, as Ib began to realize what the G stood for in G's Creative Café. Ib guessed that anything Guertena worked on must be connected, be it his paintings or his statues. Apparently the mirrors in his café worked as well. "Well now," Mary said, "guess we better get back to business". Mary frowned, and pulled out a palette knife. "I wish I didn't have to do this, but I will get revenge on Garry. He did kill me after all. But don't worry Ib. Like I promised, we'll be together forever." As she said this, Mary pushed Ib into the mirror as she broke all the others. "There!" Mary giggled, "Now stay here like a good girl while I go get Garry." She then pulled out a paintbrush, and painted jail cell-esq bars on the mirror Ib was in. Mary giggled again, dropped the paintbrush, and walked out. "No!" Ib cried out, "No. I won't let you kill Garry." She slid to her knees in a room with three walls and a mirror with bars painted over it, and thought about what to do. She ran over to the mirror and tried to climb out, but the bars acted as though they were real. She looked around, and saw a bucket of water and an eraser. "Lets hope this will work," she said. She picked up the bucket and splashed it on the bars. The paint dripped off, and Ib used the eraser to wipe of the remains. She stepped out and picked up the paintbrush Mary had dropped. "I wonder if this will work the same way Mary used it" Ib thought aloud. She bent down and painted a lighter on the floor. It popped out, and she picked it up. "I'll need this if we're going to have to kill Mary again." She then looked at the door, but it was locked. She tried to open it, but couldn't. She bumped against the door in hopes it would open, but Mary rigged it, and Ib was filled with volts. "OW" she cried, and slid onto the floor, her eyes drooping. As she looked again, she noticed that there was never actually a mirror room-she was in a painting of herself.