I am now dubbing my streak of writing the Write-A-Thon. I'm on a serious roll, and I'm not stopping yet! I am disappointed with the choices they made on the Glee Project finale. But it is what it is. Oh, and when you're reviewing, if you have any questions just ask! I will not give any spoilers, though. You'll just have to stick with it 'till the end to find out what happens.

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"What do you mean, you've 'never heard of any Holly'?" Garry protested to the man at the front desk of the Central art Gallery. "She's here with her mother and her brother. The Markhams?"

They had driven from their apartment in the city straight to the gallery. Garry was seriously convinced that if there was any traffic, Ib would start smashing some heads together. She's very protective of what she has left, and if something happens to Holly, it'd crush her. But as soon as they set foot in the gallery, even though the building was different, the art was different, and the entire feel of the place was different, she shrank back into her shell and took Garry's hand for support.

Garry had asked about the Markhams, but the front desk man didn't even have them in his records. "If they had been here, we would have recorded their ticket purchases and their names in the datebook for that day. I'm sorry. Would you like to go and look for them?"

"Yes, we'd like that," Garry nodded.

"Okay. Just take these passes. They only work for a half hour, so don't take too long," he said.

Garry and Ib went through to the gallery. They were close to where the portal painting used to be, when they came to a different painting. Ib groaned and said, "This place is so much different then Guertena Gallery."

"All right, come on," Garry said, tugging her along. "Let's find that painting."

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"I think I know what this means," Cassia said.

They had sat pondering the meaning of the message for about five minutes, making small talk only about the task. Holly had this funny look when she concentrated. She would turn to the wall, stare intently at it, and scrunch her face up a little, knitting her eyebrows. It was probably the cutest thing Cassia had ever seen, but that wasn't the time for gawking at anything adorable.

"Please share," Holly leaned on her hand, her elbow resting on her knee.

"I think Toby is on the left side," she said.

"Okay," Holly said, getting up. Her dress twirled around her as she headed towards the stairs. "Then let's go!"

"Wait!" Cassia rushed over and grabbed her by the middle and carried her back into the center of the room. She held her by the shoulders and said, "I don't think that is the way we're supposed to go."

"What?" said Holly. "We have to go get him! He's probably hurt, or worse! I can't go on without knowing that he's okay!"

"Holly, listen," Cassia said. "Believe me, I thought this over a whole lot. It says that 'Blue is what we need'. We need to find Toby, so we would take the blue staircase. But the red one is where we need to go. That one probably leads to where we need to go to get out, if not the exit."

"But… Toby…" she sobbed.

"It could be a trap," Cassia said. "We have to keep moving. Toby will hold on. He has to."

Holly was silent for a second, her fist clenched over her heart. She shook her head no, but her lips formed the words, "Okay."

Cassia took her hand, unrolled her fist, and led Holly up the stairs.

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"You two looking for something?" A voice said behind Garry and Ib.

They both turned around and saw that approaching them was a boy with messy black hair and light violet eyes, nearly the color of Garry's hair (only a smidge darker). He looked about fifteen, but he was almost as tall as Garry. Security? No. Art enthusiast? Maybe. Garry wouldn't take any chances, so he leaned down and whispered to Ib, "I'll do the talking, okay?"

She nodded as the boy reached them. He said, "You two look kind of lost."

"Yeah, we're looking for a girl or maybe her brother and mother," Garry said. "The girl is almost eight, with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes."

"I don't know about her," he said. "But I'm looking for a girl myself."

"Really?" Garry lifted an eyebrow. He gave a side glance to Ib, who nodded to him. He asked, "What's her name?"

"I have no idea, but I saw her run this way, saying something about needing to rejoin her group at school," he said. "I wanted to see her again, so I went to find her when the lights blacked out and everyone started freaking out. When they came back on, I felt weird, like I really needed to find her now."

Garry and Ib exchanged glances again before Garry said, "Go on."

"So I got to one of her teachers and described her. Wavy blonde hair, fifteen-ish. She was wearing a red tank top, dark jacket, skinny jeans. Had a bag and sketchbook with her. She has eyes that are kind of red like hers," He pointed to Ib. "And the lady says she's never had a student like that. That school is the only one here today. She had to be with them."

"Does this gallery have a painting called Abyss of the Deep?" Garry asked. Ib tensed, but he squeezed her hand.

"I'm not sure, but if you were to find it, you'd look by artist," he said. "I could show you, if you want. What are your names?"

"I'm Garry and this is Ib," he said. "And you?"

"Adrian," he said.

"All right, Adrian," Garry said. "We're looking for the artist Guertena."

"Well, I come to this gallery a lot, and I only know of one work by Guertena that was saved from the fire when the Guertena Gallery burned down," He led them down a hallway and through another corridor. Garry almost passed out when he saw what painting Adrian had brought them to.

The plaque said Whimsy World, but Garry knew it better as Fabricated World. In the real world, it was merely a picture, but in the other world, it was their only way back. Their only access point to the real world through the fabricated one. Ib's parents were lost in there, even though they were supposed to come out. Garry and Ib still don't know what they're still doing there.

"I didn't think you could go in through here," Garry whispered to himself.

"Go where? It's a painting," Adrian said.

"We need to get back to Guertena Gallery," said Garry. "Holly and Toby have to be in there. It explains why no one knows that they even exist. If they don't survive, then the world will have forgotten them."

"What happened to Marcie?" Ib referred to Holly and Toby's mother. "She was here with them."

"It is likely that the same thing happened to her that happened to your parents, Ib," Garry said.

"Garry," Ib said nervously. "Is this Mary's doing?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"Adrian said. "Are you crazy? Am I being punked or something?"

"What should we do?" Ib said, ignoring Adrian.

"I have an idea," Garry said, towing Ib along by the hand towards the light switches. "I think that we can induce the portal into Guertena Gallery by mimicking the things that happened that day when we came in through Abyss of the Deep. Ib, we have to recount everything that happened that day."

"First, the lights flickered," Ib said once they got to the switches. "I was in front of that painting, and there was no one in the hall with me. When I got out of the hall, there was nobody around and I got scared when I couldn't find my parents. I wandered around for a while, looking for people, and when I came back to this painting there was the paint dripping down from it. It said, 'Come Ib'. I wandered around, and it seemed like I was being followed. There was knocking and red paint dripping from a window…"

"By then, though, you would have already been in the parallel world," Garry said.

"I wasn't until I stepped through the Abyss of the Deep," She shook her head. "It was all so confusing. I can't even make sense of it now. Was I in the other world when the lights flickered or when I jumped into the abyss?"

"I'm actually thinking the latter," Garry muttered.

"I might be too," Ib said. "What happened to you? When you came in?"

"It was actually considerably different," Garry said. "I was looking at a painting when suddenly the lights shut off all together. I stumbled along, looking for an exit, when I stumbled backwards, straight over the ropes and into Abyss of the Deep. It was coincidental, but I was in there nonetheless. I think it was meant for you – the entrance, I mean – but I just happened to enter as well."

"Do you think that's what happened to Holly and Toby? That they were coincidental?" Ib asked.

"Or the girl he's looking for was coincidental and Holly was meant to be there," Garry said, gesturing to Adrian.

"There's only one way to find out," Ib said, and she placed her hand over the light switch and let them flicker.