Jake had tried pounding on the painting, clawing at it (not a mark) and yelling at it. When brute force didn't work, he sat on the bed and cooled down, thinking for a while.
As he thought, more and more people vanished from the painting. Until Kuri was the last one.
It was easy to see the movement now that he knew what to look for.
Kuri was panicking. Jake smiled in spite of the danger. She really was so cute when she was upset, even tiny like that.
What was she doing?
Pushing the bed, but it would return to the same place. The furniture! She was giving him a clue!
"Thanks, Kuri!" Jake grinned. Still his sweet Kuri, even in there!
Jacob set about making this room mirror the other one, aware he was running out of time. When he finished, the room glowed, seemed to invert, and then he was through.
"Y-You made it…" Kuri looked petrified. "Th-Thank goodness."
She was hiding in the closet. Jake tried to come over to her, but she held up a hand.
"Don't give away my hiding spot!"
"Wha—"
But he got his answer soon enough; the roof was ripped off, and a large shadow reached out and grabbed Kuri.
"Oh hell no!" Jacob growled. "I went through too much getting here to have some shithead monster eat you!"
Jake shifted—it was easy, he was pissed!—and tackled the monster. It was surprisingly easy to rip up, like paper, though he could have done without the inky taste of its blood.
Suddenly the world shuddered and shook, the edges ripping and spilling ink. Jake grabbed Kuri in his teeth and shoved the bed to the right.
The sync shattered, and, ink-drenched, they both flopped on the bed, laughing in relief.