Salazar was quite happy to be back in his frame. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. He had slipped in quickly after darting there in a dead sprint, pleased that no one had tried to stop him. Not that he had expected them to...

True, he hadn't accomplished what he had wanted, and it looked like they were bound and determined to keep them in their portraits for the foreseeable future. Ah well...it wasn't like he aged at all. He'd just have to bide his time and come up with a new plan. He had all the time in the world to figure out how to do it right next time.