Elliot was just finishing another boring day at school, and he couldn't wait to get to the arts club that was held after school. He walked in and began sketching ideas for a painting. He tried drawing a girl, but ended up drawing some sort of weird building on a floating island. He kept trying to draw various things, but they all ended up becoming this building. In frustration, he threw his notebook to the ground, realizing that everyone else had already left, he looked around to see what the rest of them had drawn. That's when he saw the canvas in the corner. A quiet, shy girl had been painting there. He approached it, and noticing she had turned it to face the wall, he turned it around and saw a replica of what he had been drawing, but with a golden plaque at the bottom. "Wow, she really worked hard on this....but why was I drawing the same thing?" He wondered as he began to trace the lines of where her brush had stroked. Suddenly, he was pulled THROUGH the painting, and felt like he was falling. He landed on soft grass, and looking around, he noticed a couple of others sitting on the grass. Elliot began to panic.