<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">With the dust gone, Ari went and sat down in front of the blank canvas, grabbing a pencil and intending on drawing a quick sketch of the fairy in on the canvas in front of him. But when he looked at it, his heart sank. All he had done was touch it. Barely if that. What happened to it? "....where'd the painting go?" he asked himself. He could have sworn not an hour ago the guards from the art gallery had dropped off the painting he'd been practically drooling over for the past few weeks. But now there was nothing there. Was he going insane?<br/><br/>He stood, slowly making his way to stand in front of the painting. To say nothing was there was a little bit of an understatement. Standing in front of the painting now, it looked like there was a hole...yes, a hole the entire size of the painting. It didn't go back very far. Ari expected it to be empty, though when he curiously looked inside, he found an aged piece of paper. "What the...?" Carefully he picked it up, reading the words to himself a few times. "What is this supposed to mean?" Now he was just downright confused. What was going on here?</span></div>