He was still staring at the paper, trying to figure it out. Ari was lost as to what this all meant. He was just supposed to be staring at a painting right now while he sat at the blank canvas he'd set up for himself. Maybe he'd been around too much paint, inhaled a little too much of their 'toxic' fumes. He was going insane, at least that's what he though was happening. There was no other way to explain this, right? First he had a painting in front of him, then it all vanished into a frame that seemed to have eaten the canvas, leaving in it's wake nothing but a simple piece of worn paper with writing on it, after that there was crying? How was this all possible?<br/><br/>Wait.<br/><br/>Slowly, Ari lowered the paper, staring at the figure that somehow appeared in his studio. Where had she come from? Better yet...why was she crying?<br/><br/>"....um...h-hello?" he asked, watching her curiously.