Lola collected herself after a moment and stood up shakily, grabbing her purse as well. She dusted herself off, obviously shaken. She tried her best to look calm as she walked up to one of the doors and pressed on it. It would not open. She tried another, but it too remained closed. She bit her lip, what was going on? Had they locked them inside as some sick prank? She would have none of this, she looked around to see only visitors, some of which she had seen before, but there were no officials. All the desks were empty where there was once an employee.<br/><br/>Even the doors to the other wings of the museum were closed. She was getting quite frustrated now and as she stormed to the desk in the center of the lobby she nearly tripped over the ropes that surrounded the floor painting. An explosion of fear in her chest caused her to nearly scream as she steadied herself, looking down into the painting as if it was a real hole. How had she let an illusion like that scare her? It was only a mere painting.<br/><br/>After that little scare she gave up on storming over to the desk and simply sat down on one of the benches, trying to talk some sense into herself. Going over in her mind about the fact that these were all merely painting and none of them were ever real nor did they have any living essence in them. Part of her knew that, though part of her dared to believe in these living paintings.