Zack stepped back and studied his painting. It was perfect. Better than he had first envisioned it. He coukdnt wit for the others to see it. He could finish the second picture until the beast rose and the girls saw them. He hoped that he would remember the moment. He didn't always remember what happened when the beast took over. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. It was better not to think about it. He took his picture off the easel. He headed out of his studio to she the others.