Garry held in any emotion that would make him want to put his head down and show every ounce of shaking sadness he was feeling right now. This wasn't a joke. If it were, it was a really cruel one. His eyes were showing things a little different though, they were sad...really sad. He swallowed what felt like a rock which hit his gut, and he grew queasy.

What could possibly be worse is that Ib wasn't even talking to him. She wasn't saying a word.

There is no reason why she wouldn't know him; none. U-unless...He had to try again.

"Please Ib. The gallery...you have to remember the gallery. Mary? Guertena?"