Lola was not one to get frightened easily, but this demented wing of the museum was beginning to freak her out. She began to make her way back to the lobby by walking calmly, but as she navigated through the series of rooms and halls she felt as if the painting were watching her, the statues glaring, and the monsters beginning to lick their lips. She tried to convince herself it was her imagination, nonetheless she found herself sprinting into the lobby, tripping over a potted plant and crashing hard into the tile floor. She sat there, curled slightly.<br/><br/>It had been so long since she had been scared that the feeling was extremely painful. It was like starving for a week and then eating ice cream, the taste is so bold and vibrant. She had her eyes shut tight and her hands shook slightly. Her purse had slid away a few feet but she didn't seem to care.