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You hear a crashing sound, and a tiny dragon comes flying past you and out of the door. You hear a shout, and a blonde girl comes running out of the tunnel and out the door after the dragon. You stand there, completely puzzled. The girl comes back in, grunts, and slams the door behind her. Her hair is up in a classic 1850's kind of bun and she's wearing a american indian sort of dress, not jeans; but it is clearly she is the girl from the painting. She looks up and realises you are there.