Garry was waiting outside the girl's bathroom, waiting for Ib to come out. He hoped she was ok, and heard Ib cry out. "Ib!" Garry shouted, and burst through the bathroom door. On the floor was Ib, shivering as though she had been through an immediate traumatic experience. "What's wrong Ib? Are you ok?" Garry asked. Ib fidgeted on the floor, and then froze in place. Her eyes turned blue, her hair turned yellow. "No. No, no, no!" Garry shouted. Ib's dress turned green, and she sat up. "….Ib?" Garry asked. The girl turned around and said, "Not anymore. She's locked in here!" The girl tapped her locket twice. It opened up, and there was a picture of Ib on the left side, and a ripped out part of a picture on the right. "No! It can't be Mary! I killed you!" Garry exclaimed. Mary started giggling as she pulled out a palette knife and said, "You burned up ONE of my paintings. Guertena, however, like any artist had multiple copies of every painting. He drew two of mine. He had said he hadn't based it off of anyone, but it was how he imagined his daughter would be. He put it in this locket, to make sure that it would be close to him forever." Garry responded, "But I can still burn this picture! I just have to find my lighter!" Mary smiled and laughed, as though her victory was assured. "But will you actually find your lighter?" Garry paled, and looked around his jacket for his lighter. He looked up, and said, "That was you. You were at my apartment, you little monster!" Mary smiled evilly, and told him, "I can kill you now. Just like that man who was running around and destroying the exhibits. He knew his works would come to life and haunt him. He was doing it in the middle of the night the day you killed me. So I pulled him into the world and took his place. I know very well the lady in red took care of him. Hah, killed by his own creation, how twisted!" Garry looked at Mary and then the exit. Mary then ran around Garry and stood in front of the door. "You are definitely are NOT going to get out of here. NOT THIS TIME!" Mary screamed, as she ran towards Garry with the knife. Garry closed his eyes, relaxed. He opened his eyes and thrust his fist at Mary, hitting her square in the face. He then grabbed the locket with the other hand. He pulled out the torn picture on the right. He looked at Mary, who was reaching for the knife. "Nope! Not this time!" Gary shouted, as he leaped towards her, taking the picture and aiming it towards her. The picture expanded, and it was about the size of a portrait when it overlapped and absorbed Mary. "NO!" Mary cried from inside the portrait. "You will not get between me and Ib again!" She then started crying. Garry looked at the portrait, then at the palette knife. He picked up the knife and aimed it towards the portrait. "WHERE'S IB?" Garry shouted. Mary giggled. "She's stuck in the portrait. She can't get out; I stuck her in there. Now, its time for me to come out again!" Her arm reached out of the portrait, wanting to grip the edge. Garry froze, realizing that she could come out as long as she had her painting in tact. He then started kicking at the arm, keeping it away. While he was doing this, he saw the locket vibrating, Ib's picture starting to change. An arm started reaching out, a white sleeve around it. "Ib? Ib!" Garry ran over to the photo and pulled on the arm. Ib popped out, shivering. Garry cried out "Ib! You're safe!" He then smiled, and collapsed. Ib looked up and it was Mary, holding a bloodied knife. "There. Now we can be together forever!" She ran over and hugged Ib, but Ib sat there in silence.