"Thanks, I'm glad it's to your liking," Hanekoma replied easily, then his eyes somehow became a bit more serious, if no less cheerful and playfully amused.

"So, and this is only if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?"

The longer Susan stared at the painting, the more the mystical threads of the painting seemed to bleed together, forming a picture of an abandoned church, and the portal within it, in the woman's mind. While the physical painting never changed, the image in her mind soon became as clear as day.