Sean discovered the exhibition was about the seventeenth and eighteenth century in England and France. But he was surprised Mary didn’t even pay a look to the first room, walking past a collection of weapons and what appeared to Sean as old parchments. In the second room, she released her hold on his hand and walked faster, her heels stomping the marble floor. Sean thought that the other visitors’ reaction was the only thing restraining her from running.
She suddenly stopped before an old blue dress made of silk and satin. It may have been magnificent a long time ago, but now the colors had faded and the dress was damaged in multiple places. Embroidered golden fleur-de-lys could still be seen in some places.
Mary took her necklace in her hand and furtively touched the dress with it. Then she put her necklace back on. She told Ian to follow her. He stood near the dress a little more, trying to find out why his girlfriend would have brought him here just to see this dress. He just learned that it was believed to have belonged to Queen Marie Antoinette of France. Then he followed Mary.
-You’re acting strange. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation? What are you doing? Why am I even here?
-You‘re right. She took the medallion and showed it to him. I was told this medallion was magic.
-Told by whom?
-That is not the point. If anything strange happens to me, I want you to take the medallion from me.
-What do you mean anything strange? And do you really believe in magic? And what is happening right now?
Mary hadn’t answered any of Sean’s questions. She didn’t move anymore, apparently paralyzed, and the medallion she was holding in her right hand began to glow.
He tried to take the medallion from her hand, but he couldn’t open her clenched fist.
He was conscious of all the people staring at them, and he tried harder to take the medallion, not caring anymore about hurting Mary in the process.
But it was too late. He felt his limbs stiffen quickly, and he too was soon overcome by paralysis.