Lola looked up to see the words being stamped out. She remembered almost falling into the floor painting. "Maybe it means go inside the painting. There really isn't anywhere else to<span style="font-style: italic">go.</span>" Lola stood, barely recovered from everything that was happening when the little girl questioned them.<br/><br/>She was not sure to whom the little girl was talking, so she remained quiet. Something about the girl seemed off, strange. The part of Lola that believed that the paintings were living also believed that there was a chance that this little girl had something to do with whatever was happening to the museum.<br/><br/>Lola moved slowly and stiffly to the other strangers, one of which was the reporter from earlier.  She kept glancing from the girl to the floor painting to the words and scarcely took her eyes off any of them to watch where she was going, but she managed to stand beside the odd looking man in the green shirt.