As the Plaza Hotel family stumbled into the museum, they saw quite a crowd there. As well as a small family which appeared to be two parents with their little girl who looked a bit older than Eloise. They were welcome to the world of Guertena which thanked them for their visit today as a special and current presentation was being held for the great artist today.

"Ah, here we are," The mother smiled as she held her daughter's hand as her husband took the girl's other hand with her in the middle. "Did you remember everything, Ib?"

"Y-Yes, Mother." The girl spoke up softly.

"Oh! Do you have your handkerchief?" The mother then asked. "You know, the one you got for your birthday?"

"Yes." The girl stated calmly.

"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay?" The mother smiled softly. "Don't lose it!"

"Yes, ma'am." Ib replied.

The families soon walked in together as Philip took the lead while Nanny took that time to catch her breath. Giselle really hoped that Nanny wasn't sick again. It always worried her that Nanny would get sick someday and would perhaps someday have to retire. What would that mean for her and Eloise since their mother was in Europe all the time? Would Giselle become a big sister and receive a promotion into parenting since she was almost a legal adult now?

"Well, here we are," Ib's mother smiled at her daughter. "This is your first time in an art gallery, right, Ib?"

Ib faced her mother as the other family stood there briefly.

"We're here today to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena," Ib's mother continued. "And they don't just have paintings, but also sculptures, and all kinds of other creations! I don't doubt that even you'll enjoy it, Ib!"

"Should we get to the reception desk?" Ib's father suggested with a warm smile.

"Ah, yes," Ib's mother smiled back. "Let's get some pamphlets as well."

Philip came to the desk as he saw the two parents.

"Hello!" Eloise smiled as she came toward to the girl who was about her age.

"Erm... Hi..." Ib said softly.

"I am Eloise," Eloise smiled as she introduced herself. "I am six."

"I am Ib..." Ib said to her, a bit quiet and calm compared to Eloise's eccentricity. "I am nine."

"Are you here to see the art too?" Eloise smiled. "I'm here with Giselle, Nanny, and Philip."

"Oh? Uh... Who are they?" Ib asked curiously.

"Well, Philip is my mean and boring tutor," Eloise began as she rolled her ocean blue eyes. "Though Nanny is my nurse and my mostly companion. Also Giselle is the bestest and most specialest big sister in the whole wide world."

"I wish I had a big sister." Ib said softly.

Giselle looked over with Nanny. "Ah, look, Ellie made a new friend." she then said with a smile.

"I'm not surprised," Nanny smiled back. "Your little sister was always the friendly one whenever it comes to kids, especially at the hotel."

"Mother?" Ib spoke up softly. "Could I go on ahead with Eloise?"

"Who's Eloise?" Ib's mother asked.

"Hello!" Eloise piped up as she appeared beside her new friend.

"Oh, hello there." Ib's mother smiled.

"I am Eloise, I am six." The city child repeated.

"I am Kira Yamamoto and this is my husband, Ozu," Ib's mother replied. "You must be Ib's new friend."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am," Eloise smiled. "Could we go ahead together?"

"Hmm... By yourselves?" Ib's mother asked, a bit worried.

"Pardon us," Nanny spoke up as she came by with Giselle. "This is Eloise's big sister, she's 17. Perhaps she could chaperone the girls for us?"

"I promise, I'm quite responsible," Giselle replied. "I'll look after Ib like one of my other little sisters like Eloise's friends at the hotel."

"Hotel?" Kira asked.

"Yes, we live at the Plaza Hotel back in town," Nanny said. "I promise that you can trust Giselle. She's quite, quite, quite responsible for her age."

"I am, ma'am." Giselle said with a bow to Ib's parents to show some respect.

"Well... I suppose that would be all right," Kira smiled from that. "Now Ib..." she started, a bit firmly, though not harshly to her daughter. "Just make sure you're quiet in the gallery, okay? Don't make a ruckus! Not that there's any need to worry about you, I suppose..."

"The same goes for you, girls," Nanny added to Eloise and Giselle, though mostly to Eloise with how impulsive she could be sometimes, especially back home. "Don't cause the visitors any trouble, now!"

"We won't, Nanny," Giselle reassured. "I promise, promise, promise."

"I promise, promise, promise too." Eloise added.

Nanny knelt down a bit to Eloise's height to link pinkies with the six-year-old to make it official. Giselle smiled from that as she stepped out a bit to leave ahead with Eloise and Ib. Ib's father and Philip began to talk with the receptionist as the girls walked off.

"Giselle, you're in charge of Eloise now," Nanny told the teenager. "I trust you."

"Y-Yes, Nanny..." Giselle replied as those words seemed to stick out to her as this looked like goodbye. "We'll see you later, Nanny."

The three soon walked off ahead as Nanny met and greeted with Kira since the men were too busy.

"Hello," Nanny smiled as she shook hands with Kira. "Call me 'Nanny'."

"Hello, there." Kira smiled back.

"Maybe I should take a break." The janitor mumbled to himself as the girls walked up the steps to get away from the adults.

The gallery looked very nice so far as it suddenly looked nice and bright outside the window. Giselle walked closely with Eloise and Ib as she glanced around at the various paintings and sculptures with the girls. Ib seemed to have a hard time making out some words, so Giselle tried to help her out.

"Giselle, this reminds me of when Mother invited us to Paris and we visited that art gallery with all those people with those gas-filled balloons." Eloise smiled.

"Oui, it was very nice," Giselle smiled back softly. "You had to be careful though, those balloons almost made you float away."

Ib giggled a little from that as that sounded funny. "Do you have photographs?" she then asked from their visit to Paris.

"I gave most of them to Koki." Eloise replied.

"Who is Koki?" Ib wondered.

"Our mother's lawyer's chauffeur," Giselle said. "He's pretty funny, though I have one picture leftover with my new friend Gerard Dubois who was the nephew of friends of our mother there."

"What is your mother like?" Ib asked.

"Oh, our mother is glamorous... And fashionable... And 30," Eloise smiled. "She goes to Europe and to Paris, and always sends for us if there's some sun. And when she goes to Miami, she stays at the Romey. She has AT&T stock and knows an ad man... Whatever that is."

"My mother is home most of the time while my father goes to work," Ib said softly. "He works in an office."

"Sounds busy." Giselle replied.

"He says that he can be sometimes." Ib gave a small smile.

They walked off together to explore some more, seeing headless sculptures of women in different colored dresses of red, yellow, and blue.

"Hmm... I wish I could have that blue dress..." Giselle smiled.

"Giselle really likes the color blue." Eloise said to Ib.

"I like the color red," Ib replied. "What color do you like?"

"I like pink," Eloise beamed. "Think pink: a better way of life."

"You're funny, Eloise." Ib giggled.

"I try my best." Eloise smiled from that.

They came across a young man who also looked at the sculptures of dresses. "In my opinion... What Guertena is saying here is 'the individual' lies in one's expressions, which is why these figures don't have heads. See?" he said to them.

"Hmm... Interesting thought..." Giselle replied.

"Don't you think so?" The young man asked.

"Um... I guess so." Eloise shrugged.

"Oho! I'm so glad you understand!" The young man beamed from that. "Yes, I'm sure that's it."

"'Death of the Individual'." Ib read the plaque aloud from the art piece they decided to examine.

After a while of exploring various pieces, they came toward a very colorful and large framed portrait. It perplexed them all with a lot to think about as they stood together.

"Whoa... This one's huge!" Ib gasped. "Um... World? ...Hmm... I don't know this word."

"Fabricated." Giselle replied.

"What does... Fabricated mean...?" Eloise asked her big sister.

"Oh... How do I explain this?" Giselle paused to herself.

However, before anything else could happen, the lights began to flicker on and off in an ominous way before they were all enclosed in the pitch-black darkness.

"Whoa!" Eloise gasped.

"The lights!" Ib added.

"N-Now, now, now, let's just stay calm," Giselle spoke up. "I'm sure it's just a quick power surge."

It felt like a nightmare for Eloise as she usually hated the dark. She often slept in her bed with a flashlight or hugged Weenie for comfort, not to mention adding witch hazel to her toenails to ward off evil spirits. Giselle did her best to stay strong for the young girls as she was the adult in this situation right now, but part of her wished that Nanny was there to comfort them. Giselle stood between the younger girls as she held their hands as they tried to walk around together carefully as they could hardly see in the dark, though they could see that no one was around, but the three of them.

"Where is everybody?" Ib asked softly.

"Nanny?" Giselle called out. "Are you there? Please tell me that you are."

"Yes, it's me; Ib, Giselle, and Eloise!" Eloise added.

They soon came to one exhibit which looked open with a mural on the floor. It looked like they could just step into the ocean together which showed them the Abyss of the Deep. They found blue footsteps leading into the mural and they decided to check it out.

"Giselle, what's happening?" Eloise bit her lip.

"I don't know, Ellie, but we have to do something..." Giselle said softly. "It looks like we can step into this abyss."

"What is an abyss?" Ib asked as she didn't know that word.

"It's like a bottomless chasm at the bottom of the ocean," Giselle replied. "I'm not sure why, but I feel like it's calling to me."

Eloise and Ib looked curious before they began to step towards the mural as Giselle walked that way. What happened next was, to put it bluntly, "rawther" unusual.