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Chapter 5
I shook my head and got up sleepily. I was in the same room as before.
"I wish I could just wake up and find out this was all just a nightmare" I mumbled to myself. I heard someone groan behind me. I jumped with fright but when i turned round I relaxed. It was Garry! I knelt down beside him.
His face was weak and tired. His unique hair colour was fading a little- like a painting's colour would eventually fade. And his clothes were all dusty. He was sprawled out on the floor among the glass and he was groaning and wincing in pain.
"Garry!" I squealed when his eyes shot open.
He coughed and sat up slowly, clutching his forehead dizzily.
"Ouch..." he mumbled.
He still hadn't looked at me.
"Garry!" I repeated.
"Wa..?" he looked up at me and his eyes widened.
"IB!" he almost shouted. I chuckled quietly. I gave him a huge hug and the tears of joy finally wriggled their way out.
"No need to cry now, Ib." Garry said wiping my tears away, but he was crying too.

Garry looked down at his clothes and his hands which had bloody cuts from the glass.
"I'm such a mess!" he moaned. I smiled and shook my head.
"No your fine. Just a few touch ups..." I reached over and brushed his jacket down.
"Haha. Thank you Ib! I see we haven't found a way out yet" he said.
I hesitated. He didn't know he'd been trapped in a painting for 4 years! Well, I had to tell him.
"Garry..." I started, swallowing. "I'm 13 now"
He shook his head. "No your 9!"
"13. You've been stuck here for 4 years Garry! I've come to save you!"
His expression had turned into sadness and there was a horror in his eyes I couldn't understand.
"...It wasn't... A dream then... Was it?" He stammered looking down at his hands.
"What dream?" I said looking at him.
"I don't want to remind myself, Ib. I just don't." he mumbled.
So he does remember. At least now he knows that it wasn't a dream, whatever that dream was...

Garry rose to his feet and brushed himself down then shook the dust out of his hair. He looked exactly the same as before. I smiled as he smiled weakly at me. Something was troubling him. I know that he was hurt but it wasn't just that.
He looked around the room and sighed. "4 years, huh?"
"Yeah..." I looked down at my feet. "I'm so sorry Garry. It took away any memory of you and of here. I only just got my... mind back" I started to rush my words.
"How could you come back then?" He asked.
"I was in the gallery, looking at my favourite painting. The one of you." I said blushing.
He smiled.
"And I was just about to leave when they locked me in. I had no way out. I came through just as I had... Before.
I don't know why it happened, Garry but I was alone and scared. I'm just so happy I got you back!"
Garry's smile got even bigger and he chuckled.
"All the credit should really go to you, Ib! You got me out of... There... I can never thank you enough!" he hugged me quickly. He saw something bulging in my skirt pocket. He rudely took it out and when he saw it he grinned.
"Lemon candy!" he said.
"Yes." I snatched it back. "It's my favourite. Because of you!"
He took my hand. "Ok, shall we set off?"
I nodded. It felt nice to hold his hand, I really loved Garry he was like a big brother to me.

Me and Garry made our way to the door I'd came through. I stood behind Garry while he twisted the door handle but something wasn't right. Garry kicked the door in a rage.
"Damn it!" He cursed to himself.
"What!" I chirped not aware of what was up.
"It's locked, Ib! They've locked us in! I should have known!" Garry was really angry. I don't see why it would anger him so much, I mean we got out all the other times.
"We just find the key then, right?" I said raising my eyebrows. He looked back at me.
"Ah, I can see it now! You look much older than before..." he said, I smiled.
There was a banging sound and it made me jump and Garry squeal.
That amused me, Garry was always like that from what I could remember. But I knew that he was not a coward because of the rose incident with Mary. Thats the cause of all of this. The rose exchange. I didn't want him to but he did it anyway, to save me.
"Oh..." Garry sighed after the banging had stopped. There was writing on the floor. It was black writing saying:
"Come over here" there was an arrow pointing to a painting across the room.
Cautiously me and Garry made our way to the painting. Its frame had a question for us.
"From whom was I painted by?" it said.
"Guertena? Right?" I said to Garry. "Weiss Guertena"
The painting responded in a series of cracking noises and it unfolded. Into a door.
Me and Garry stood there feeling very confused. What had just happened?