The Door

Will looked confused. He didn't understand why Kate was so interested in his painting. "The painting… well, maybe we need it for them to return," she explained.

"He doesn't need it. Well, I don't think we need it to return," said Mona Lisa, slowly. "We all came out of your painting, Kate."

"But it appears you all took on some of our painting's qualities," Kate remarked, confused.

"We all came through your painting, Kate." Mona Lisa repeated. "Your painting was like a door into your world."

A thought came into Kate's mind. Maybe they could enter the paintings the same way they had come.

She went to the table where her painting was, and noticed, the rip was gone!

Kate sat down. Confusion overwhelmed her. What had happened to the painting?

"That is strange," noted The Thinker, walking over to the painting, and touching the canvas surface, thoughtfully. "The door is closed."