"Nine months ..." He took a deep breath. How long would he be here, then? After a moment, he shoved his hands in his pockets, really itching for a cigarette.

... Maybe Guertena had a bit of magic in him, and that was why he was able to infuse so much spirit into his terrifying works. Then again, this place made Garry think that there must've been stranger things in the world than that gallery.

Probably not nearly as terrifying.

"I like that. Seizing the day. I suppose I'm putting it off too much. And what harm could it do, really?" He laughed nervously. That was what he'd said to himself before.