Garry thrashed around. He sat up in his sleeping bag. "It was a nightmare. The lady in red, she kept chasing me," he whispered. He looked at Ib; she was sound asleep. He looked past her, and noticed it was 5:45. "Might as well get food ready," he said. He walked towards the kitchen, and pulled out some batter. He started cooking, and made all types of pancakes. When he realized he was doing it obsessively, he turned around and saw Ib. She looked like she got ready for something. Like for him. He chuckled, thinking about how silly she was being. He focused quickly, and told Ib, "I thought today we could go to the art gallery. Sounds good?"

"Sure, why not? This'll be fun!" she chirped excitedly. She started staring off, and dropped the smile. "What if it was all real?" she asked seriously. Garry shook his head.

Unaware of the truth behind it, he told her, "It's never happened. There's no way any of it was real." He then noticed out of the corner of his eye that his watch was extra shiny. He looked at it, and couldn't see the time. "Hmm?" he asked quietly. He looked at it once more; the glass was very reflective. He stared it intently, not noticing the confusion Ib was giving. He saw a woman in a painting, dressed in all red. "What?" he thought, confused and petrified. She made eye contact with him, then grinned viciously. She reached out with her arms, and pulled her upper torso out of the painting. She started to reach her arm up in an attempt to grab Garry when he screamed. He ripped the watch off his arm, and threw it out the window. He panted, and looked down.

"Ah? What is it Garry?" asked Ib, sounding confused. Garry kept panting, nervous from the ordeal.

"I…saw…an arm…reaching out towards me…" Garry said, very tired, as well as nervous. He made eye contact with Ib; he conveyed what he understood to Ib through his gaze.

"The lady red," they said in synchrony.

"That's it," Garry said, quite irritated, "we're going to the art gallery now. Get on your least casual clothes. We'll leave in ten minutes." Ib nodded, showing she was less concerned and more excited. She ran to her room, and came back seconds later, dressed in what looked like a school uniform. She walked to the front door.

"Let's go," she said. They walked towards the museum, Garry thinking about what had just happened.