The new wing, was to say at the very least, huge. Vincent's eyes roamed to the ceiling where a gigantic painting was placed. It looked like the night sky only that there were two moons and one was red. He frowned and continued following the group, the exhibits were... somewhat disturbing.<br/><br/>He stopped before a sculpture of a rose, one with white petals and seemed so real that everything in his head was screaming at him to touch it. He did not, he just read the exhibit description:<span style="font-style: italic">An object which would bind itself to you, it means your life so would you protect it with your life?</span>What? He moved on to inspect the components. Every single part of the petals was carved from marble by hand. The stalk was carved from granite. Vincent picked up a pen and began scribbling on his notebook.<br/><br/>Afterwards, the group decided to split up and roam the museum, meeting back in the main atrium after an hour. More paintings, more artwork, all done by the same artist. All Vincent could conclude from this was that the paintings were exceedingly morbid yet interesting at the same time. One example was the painting called "The Death Row." Basically it was a bunch of doll heads painted on a table with explicit amounts of blood. Vincent murmured to himself as he jotted down additional notes, "Really now?"<span style="font-style: italic">How does one man do this anyway? Its like a freaking house of nightmares. If this was the museum that Night At The Museum occurred, death would be assured by insanity and fear.</span>