Ib sighed, as Garry turned into another uniform hallway, just like every other they'd seen thus far. She was exhausted, and it was a miracle that her thin legs still managed to carry her. Still, she'd been through too much, and she collapsed against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. Hearing this, Garry turned and smiled wearily "A break would be nice wouldn't it? Besides, we haven't seen anything suspicious yet" he said, and came to sit next to her. "So um Ib, how have you been?" he asked, trying to start up a conversation, and it worked.
The young girl spoke of school, books she'd read, things she'd done lately. Anything, as long as it had nothing to do with the gallery. Garry would occasionally nod, or make a comment towards her ramblings, but mostly he just listened quietly to what she had to say. He'd been a good listener in their last journey; it was a personal trait he clearly contained. This all Ib feel better to at least temporarily get her mind off of her surroundings. Still, Garry often glanced around wearily, checking to make sure that the two of them didn't have any unwanted company.
After what seemed like a hour or two, Garry stood, offering his hand to Ib. "We should probably get going. The faster we get back to walking, the faster we get out" he weakly said, and Ib took his hand and stood. She nodded in agreement and off the two went, deeper into the dark recesses of the eerie world once again. "Ib, how long have you been here? Wait….since there's no way to tell time in here…..never mind" he began to ramble. Ib merely looked around, her eyes met merely by grey halls, now entirely empty. The occasional painting would appear, but none of them would budge. One painting she saw caught her eye, due to the oddity of it. Pausing, she walked over to it, for a better look.
It was of a forest, but some sections of the trees were missing. Yet other things, shadows and such, were there without a source for them. Looking to the thin name plate, she noted it was named "At Night They Will Play" with no other information. She'd never seen the peculiar painting, but before she could think to much, she heard giggling, and footsteps. "EEEEK!" Garry's high-pitched, feminine screech echoed, as if it'd come right from a horror film. Ib quickly looked over to his shaking figure, which now was on the ground. He looked to Ib, and quickly regained focus "Ah! Sorry, it just startled me a bit, the giggling and footsteps that is. You did hear that too, right Ib?" his comment was answered by a nod of agreement from the short brunette.
The giggling got louder, and then suddenly disappeared, and Ib took a glance to the picture. What was once missing was back, along with the thin frail forms of a few children, mischievous smiles on their faces. Garry followed her gaze "And the madness begins…" he muttered with a sigh. Ib merely waited until Garry once again returned to walking, then followed him as usual, as the two of them resumed their trek through the grey, uniform corridors.