Ib walked on, trying not to think about the rose room. She was walking down the hallway when she noticed a patch of roses coming out of the wall, covering some words. She peeled away the roses, receiving a large cut on her hand. But she was too surprised to care. In big letters, seemingly drawn in crayon, was a large sign.

- SkeTchBOoK

" I'm in the sketchbook? But it looks so…different!" Ib said to herself. As she entered the sketchbook, she was absolutely amazed. She was surrounded by beautiful landscape drawings, along with people walking down streets and entering stores. It was all done in pencil or charcoal, with the occasional splash of blue or violet. It spelled like an art shop, with the paint and charcoal smells swirling in the room. The room was silent except for Ib's heavy breathing.

"Wow…" Ib marveled the wondrous drawings. She realized it was in the same shape as Mary's sketchbook, so she walked to the center, where the pink house was. Instead of the pink house, She found a small café. She opened the door, which, surprisingly, wasn't locked, and she took in the sweet smell of pastries and coffee. The room was a pleasing pale yellow, with painted vines and flowers. There were moving sketches chatting with each other, but they paid no attention to Ib. She walked up to a table in the back, which seated two people. The people were the only one in full color. They sat at the table, talking, laughing, and enjoying a plate of macaroons. One was a tall man with violet hair and a warming smile. The other, a quiet young girl with scarlet eyes and chocolate hair. Ib stared at the two, tears forming in her eyes. There was a jingling noise behind her.

"Sorry I'm late!" Mary exclaimed, running towards Ib,

"Mary!" Ib cried. But Mary ran right through her, taking a seat next to young Ib. Mary adjusted her blue scarf and flattened her green dress.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" young Mary asked. The three continued with the converse with each other, while Ib searched for some stairs. She found a locked door and left to find a key. as she approached the room with the toy box, she heard a yell from behind her.

"Ib! Wait!" Garry gasped. Ib ran up to him and hugged him, tears streaming down her face. "Ib, are you ok? Where are we?" Ib sensed he was nervous about something.

"Where's Mary?" she asked. His eyes widened, then shot to the side, refusing to look at her.

"She...um...Well..." He stuttered.

"She...died, didn't she?" More tears streamed down Ib's face. Garry stared at her, fear in his eyes.

"I didn't... the doll... the doll killed her because I..." He trailed off, seeing the confusion in Ib's eyes.

"You killed her?" Ib said, more tears streaming down her face.

"I thought you knew...I mean-"

"So you DID kill her!" Ib screamed. "How could you! She was my sister! She-"

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Bunny yelled, hopping on the floor. "I killed her. I wanted to make him able to leave, and you know the rules of this world. One has to die-"

"No!" Garry interrupted. ""She... she deserves the truth." He looked at the floor. "She said you were dead. She said you had burned to death. I got mad and... and I wished for her to die. Then she," he pointed at Bunny. "She killed her. because that's what I wanted... I didn't mean to... I didn't mean for her to die... I was just worried about you..." Ib stared, still crying.

"Garry... when we leave...we're not going to remember anything. I... I don't want to forget you... But I don't want to live with the pain of Mary bearing down on me...So take this..." she handed him her red rose. "And remember me..." she looked up at him. "But don't come and find me. Don't tell me who you are or why your there. Just keep the memories of me... and Mary... close to your heart." she buried herself into his jacket. "God, I'm going to miss you..." she sobbed. Garry started crying too. and he hugged her tightly.

"I'll...never forget you... or Mary."