“Hey, here’s the Baroque room.”

“You’re really happy to be here, aren’t you?”

“What’s wrong with museums? My dad always said, if it ain’t baroque, don’t fix it…”

“Ha ha.”

“Seriously, look at this stuff. The dramatic lighting. The dark shadows. You know what that’s called?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me…”

“Chiaroscuro.”

“Chia-what? Look, this place really creeps me out after dark, and—”

“Vince, you don’t actually think we could pull off the biggest art heist in Saskatoon history during business hours, do you?”

“Just remember, this was all your idea, Ian.”

“Shhh. Let’s just get this over with.”

…very bad…

“Did you say something?”

“It sounded like it came from that painting.”

…VERY VERY BAD …

“Vince, look at that. It’s a… it’s a picture of this room.”

“Why are all the doors closed in it?”

“Look around. The doors are closed here, too.”

“What?”

“Then those two figures in the middle…must be us.”

“Ian?”

“This can’t be right.”

“Ian?”

“Why don’t those figures have heads?!“