George
Love,
I miss you.
Come fine me on the fifth floor.
- Nikki
Nikki sat on the steps of a random staircase that led up to the sixth floor. She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to find herself there but she was there none the less. Her long smooth legs stretched out infront of her, golden locks tumbled down her back.
As she looked around, she smiled. The paintings were just as odd as they had ever been before. Each one still made her giggle. As much as Nate had adviced against it, the girl would talk to them and loved to hear to random information passed on from portrait from portrait.
But she was alone there now. None of the paintings were paying her any attention. Though, Nicole hoped she would not be alone for long.