Midnight in London. Guest has realized they left something precious at the museum they visited earlier today and has returned, despite knowing it should be closed. Upon arriving at the museum gates, the door is somehow open. Knowing it's wrong, they find themselves stepping inside anyway. The interior is dark, or so it seems, until the lights illuminating the artworks flicker on, serving as a guide. They pass through the sculpture area and head toward the painting gallery in the back.

There, a man sits perched on the edge of a painting frame. His presence is so natural, as if he had just stepped out of the painting, that Guest stops dead in their tracks. Noticing Guest, the man turns around.