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Once inside, Henriette realized that the term 'mini museum' was really not an understatement. 

After getting their online tickets scanned by staff in what appeared to be the former hallway, although it currently more resembled a temporary construction site, Jennifer and her had been pointed in the direction of the door behind them. Without much thought the two of them had turned around and walked right through, expecting to be wow-ed in an instant. 

Instead though, when the finally actually set eyes on what was being called a 'museum' here, they were shocked into a state of frozen disbelief.

The whole placed amounted to maybe one and half rooms.

They had stepped right into what once could had been called the living room of the house and what would have now made you call housing authorities.

The windows were old and wooden, with thick faded curtains, and the olive wallpaper plastered on all sides of the room had begun peeling off at the corners. A worn leather sofa and chair surrounded a coffee table at the center of the room and Henriette could tell that their glory days had been long gone. The adjoining dining room didn't look much better either and she was sure that the 'do not sit' signs must be a practical joke amongst the staff.

Because those chairs were truly rickety. 

Nevertheless, it only took about ten seconds for Jennifer to ditch her. Her friend's friend's friend made a straight beeline for the dining table; currently already surrounded by a mass of people. Allegedly the much loved book had been written exactly there, at least according to some food stains found on the original manuscript.

Since she didn't really care about the book, Henriette also decided to start her visit independently and went to go find her painting.

Glancing around a bit, she finally spotted a small group of people with interesting hair colors and questionable fashion on the other side of the room. 

Ah yes, art students. That must be it!

She thought and smiled, quickly making her way over to join them.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting for other people to do exactly what she wanted to do, Henriette got out her phone and positioned herself in front of the big old armchair and the wonderful Monet. With her knees slightly bent and her head tilted, she was trying to recreate the exact same shot she had seen about a hundred times at this point. So, when she finally managed to center the painting perfectly above the armchair, she happily tapped the screen of her phone to take a picture.

And for some reason, exactly in that moment the flash went off. It was so bright, Henriette even felt momentarily blinded. 

Startled and furiously blinking, Henriette immediately straightened herself up again. Her index finger went right to work, angrily tapping on the screen as she quietly cursed the camera app.

"... stupid ass auto flash."

A few seconds later, after successfully changing the settings and despite still seeing some floaty bright shapes, Henriette propped up her phone to try again. Quickly snapping the picture, she bent her head back down to check if the photo was okay. 

Oddly enough though, it seemed this time she should have just left the flash on because the photo was completely dark. Confused, Henriette's head snapped up and her eyes immediately widened.

It wasn't just the photo was dark, the entire room was dark too!

Ever so slowly, Henriette turned back towards the rest of the room. You couldn't see much in the dark, but one thing was definitely clear, the whole place was deserted. Jennifer, the movie fans, the staff and even the art students were gone; there was not a single fjallraven in sight. A quick glance out the window also told her that it was suddenly night.

However before Henriette could further unsettle herself about these highly questionable new circumstances,  she was interrupted by deeply disdainful voice coming from behind her.

"Hmmm... so you finally came." the voice hummed.

Henriette whipped back around, only to find a person now occupied what she was sure had just been an empty armchair.

A person; a man to be exact, was now leisurely lounging in the museum exhibit without a care in the world. One could almost say they acted like they owned the place.

Their legs were lazily crossed; a leather slipper half dangling off one foot while the other was only wearing a sock. Both their elbows comfortably rested on the sides of the chair and they had a newspaper spread wide in front of their face. Only a small lamp, carefully balanced on a stack of books next to them illuminated the whole scene.

And then to Henriette's surprise the newspaper was slowly folded down. Piece by piece, under the warm glow of the lamp, the person behind it was revealed.

Short brown hair...

Strong defined brows...

Questioning brown eyes....

-it all looked kind of familiar.

Confused frown...

-more than familiar in fact.

It took a while, but the did penny eventually drop.

Henriette eyes widened once again,

"what the h-!"

She didn't even manage to finish her sentence before her knees suddenly buckled, her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious on to the hard-wooden floor.

Landing right to the feet of a certain someone.

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