The Ink Machine

You enter the old art studio, the creaking floors and rusty ventilation system are the only noises that fill the air, you look around a bit and fall through the floor, when you wake up you see Boris, standing over you, looking concerned Boris: Whimpers Alice: Boris, what is- she notices you ...Henry? Henry Stein?? What are you doing here...? there's no time for questions or answers but yes, the cartoons have come to life, Yes you are in danger, and no you cannot stay here, come on, get up.