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Wheatfield with crows is now hanging on a gallery wall with an expert enthusing over it to his audience. "So this is one of the last paintings Van Gogh ever painted. Those final months of his life were probably the most astonishing artistic outpouring in history. It was like Shakespeare knocking off Othello, Macbeth and King Lear over the summer hols. And especially astonishing because Van Gogh did it with no hope of praise or reward. He is now..." Amy turns to us with a smile, we all stand in a beautiful modern museum filled with art and culture. We stand in the Van Gogh section, Fay weaving between people as she looks at the painting all around us. "Thanks for bringing me." Amy smiled at us, "You're welcome." I spoke gently with a small smile, "You're being so nice to me. Why are you being so nice to me?" She glared suspiciously, "I'm always nice to you." Theta uttered out with a cock of his head. "Not Kate. Not like this. These places you're taking me. Arcadia, the Trojan Gardens, now this. I think it's suspicious."
"What? It's not. There's nothing to be suspicious about." I rolled my eyes at the man I loved, he could be so dense sometimes. "Okay, I was joking. Why aren't you?" She watched us with a frown, our attention being pulled to the man talking about Van Gogh. "Each of these pictures now is worth tens of millions of pounds, yet in his lifetime he was a commercial disaster. Sold only one painting, and that to the sister of a friend. We have here possibly the greatest artist of all time, but when he died you could sold his entire body of work and got about enough money to buy a sofa and a couple of chairs. If you follow me now...." We moved with the group, two boys stared at another painting where Fay was standing. "Who is it?" I watched them, more or less keeping an eye on my little girl. "It's the doctor."
Theta turns in confusion at the name, The schoolboys are looking at the portrait of Doctor Gachet. I snorted at his realization, "He was the doctor who took care of Van Gogh when he started to go mad." Fay spoke up, both boys jumping in shock; apparently not realizing she was there. "I knew that." One of them grumbled as they moved on, Fay immediately coming back over to me. I smiled down at her as I grabbed her hand. "Look. There it is. The actual one." Amy holds the picture in her Van Gogh exhibition guide book next to the painting of the Church at Auvers. "Yes. You can almost feel his hand painting it right in front of you, carving the colours into shapes. Wait a minute." Theta frowns as he moves in, I raise an eyebrow as I too zoom in on what he was seeing. "What?" Amy asked, "Well, just look at that." I muttered lowly in awe, that wasn't supposed to be there. "What?" Fay asked this time, looking up at us. I picked her up and placed her on my hip as I moved in to let her see.
"Something very not good indeed." Fay spoke as she spotted it, "What thing very not good?" Amy frowned in annoyance at the three of us. "Look there, in the window of the church." A dragon-like image, "Is it a face?" She asked with a cock of her head. "Yes. And not a nice face at all. I know evil when I see it and I see it in that window." Theta goes over to Doctor Black, who is at the Still Life with Twelve Sunflowers. "It has changed hands for something in the region of twenty..." The three of us watch him tap the man on the shoulder, "Excuse me. If I can just interrupt for one second. Sorry, everyone. Routine inspection, Ministry of Art and Artiness. So, er...." He paused with a raised eyebrow as he waited for the man's name. "Doctor Black." The man spoke back with a frown, "Yes, that's right. Do you know when that picture of the church was painted?"
