James began to look at the painting more carefully as he heard Vladimir's voice churning in his mind, even if he didn't know who the woman in the painting was, just looking at her image was strangely comforting to his soul.
[Impossible...she should have been dead before the war started.
[I can't believe my eyes, ask Victoria, it must be a mistake!]
[I saw it! I saw the moment this woman died with my own eyes! I MADE IT REAL!!!]
[There's no way such a thing is possible, it must be a mistake, she must be a descendant of that woman.]
These messages, one after the other from different people, seemed to make James more and more curious by the second.
"Who is this?" James thought in his mind, he had to find out.
Vladimir stayed where he was, excitedly stepping out of the ring and watching the picture with his own eyes as he managed to materialize in the tangible world and reveal himself to everyone.
