"I'd be careful if I were you. In this place I think there'd be ears on the walls," Vincent said with a theatrical whisper. "But otherwise the others are somewhere else. We are to meet back here at eleven for lunch and maybe come back if we're not done yet."<br/><br/>He felt inclined to move towards a certain room which he had yet to visit. Vincent pointed at the open doorway "I'm going there, care to follow?"<br/><br/>Inside were only three paintings, each claiming a wall for its own. Vincent stopped before one of them. "The White Lady" It seemed to be a perfectly normal picture of a beautiful lady in a white dress. Her eyes were closed as though she was sleeping.Â<br/><br/>He turned around to call for Sarah when he realised that everyone else was missing. They were alone. In this museum. He looked outside, the windows were completely opaque. Then he heard footsteps right before him. He jumped back, watching as ink letters were hammered into the wooden tiles.Â<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come, come, come to the bottom of the museum where your questions will be answered.</span><br/><br/>Bottom? Last time I checked there was no basement. The rope barrier around the floor painting seemed to have vanished. "What is going on?"