Timothy observed s a third person entered the lounge. He had hoped to be alone, though this was probably better than the 10 or so back upstairs. The others were talking about the paintings while Timothy kept on eating his food, hoping for inspiration. But then Timothy's vision began to blur. He rubbed his eyes, but it remained unchanged. He looked up and saw one of the paintings was causing this. It seemed almost like it was growing out of its frame, enveloping them.<br/><br/>"What the hell!?"