Ib walked between Gary and Mary, both whom had not spoken a word since.
They reached a door that feels strangely familiar. Ib tried the handle and opened it.
"Ah…" Gary entered and stopped in his tracks, hesitating. "What is this room?" "This is where I come to draw." Mary said. She skipped inside and Ib felt the atmosphere lightened up as she went in after her but only a bit.
There were white sheets of paper scattered everywhere and several used crayons lying at their feet. They seem like the only things that stood out in the simple but spacious room.
"Ib, let's draw!" Mary said excitedly as she grabbed her hands, jumping up and down. Ib looked over to Gary who remained silent, then back to Mary.
Should she draw? Is Mary planning something? But maybe it was by coincidence that they stumbled upon this room. After all, what could drawing together do any harm?
Ib glanced at Gary one last time. He sighed and shrugged with a defeated smile. Ib nodded and turned to Mary.
"Okay. Let's draw."