As the trio continued, Mary was the only one who seemed to notice the strange changes to the gallery. She noticed that some of the paintings had changed places, and sometimes even the people in the painting changed. The Smoking Gentleman had been replaced purple haired man, except it wasn't Garry.

Maybe it's his father. Mary thought. But one of the most startling changes was the bride and the groom. The bride had been replaced with Ib, and the groom with Garry. Mary was stunned that neither of them noticed, and came to the conclusion she was hallucinating.

"As queen, you are able to change the gallery in small ways." Bunny said.

"But I like Father's gallery! I don't want to change it!" Mary whined.

"You don't change it consciously, as in you do it without thinking. You won't even realize your changing it."

Garry, Mary, and Ib stopped suddenly in front of a painting. Flowers of Jealousy was the title.

"Ok, so how are we going to divide up?" Garry asked.

"I call Ib!" said Mary quickly.

"Are you sure? That didn't work out so well for you last time." Garry retorted. Mary stayed silent.

"Um, Garry? Is it possible…I could go with Mary?" Ib said, looking at her feet. "Not that I don't want to stay with both of you, but I think we need someone on each side to solve the puzzles. And, even if it's not genetic, she's still my sister. I've spent the last ten years with her, and I know she doesn't like to be alone." Garry looked at Ib, then at Mary. He sighed.

"Fine. Just… be careful, ok? I…I don't want to lose you again." He said. And with that, he walked in front of the painting. He stepped to the left as the stone vines shot out of the ground. Mary looked surprised, and then hugged Ib. Looking up from Ib's shoulder she gave Garry a smile. Not a sarcastic or greedy smile. A genuine smile. Thank you, She mouthed to Garry. Garry gave a half smile as the two walked away. He turned to the doll room door.

"They can't hurt you. Your there…king…"Garry thought to himself as he entered the room. He looked up and stopped in his tracks.

All the dolls were replicas of Ib, all different ages. One was here in her late twenties, another her as a two or three year old.

"You like the assortment? I think it's unique how your mind works, king." He recognized the voice. Straight ahead of him was Bunny, now a replica of the nine-year-old Ib he met on his first endeavor to the gallery.

"What's the point of this?" He asked. "Why did you turn all the dolls into Ib?"

"Ha! I didn't do anything, Garry. This was all you. As king, you changed us into her. Maybe because it's calming to you? Maybe because you just wanted us to be cute? Who knows? It's your mind." Bunny grinned. "YOU changed us. YOU changed this gallery. And YOU are Guertena's true painting."

"Ib! The palette knife! It's not here!" Mary called from a box in the far corner of the room.

"Garry must have it, then." Ib said. "Hey, Mary? Do you think I could take some of this stuff home? It's really good quality paint tools, and I we have that art project coming up…"

"I think it's probably better if we don't mess with Father's stuff." Mary said cautiously. Ib lifted her head.

"Father?"

"Uh... It's what I used to call Guertena" Mary said hesitantly. "Back when I was a painting. But, I'm not anymore!" Ib smiled and stood. On cue, the lights flickered and the red statue moved.

"Well, let's get moving!" Ib smiled and held out her hand. Mary took it and the two sisters, hand in hand, walked down the hallway, ready to face whatever puzzles awaited them.