"I believe that you can help me." Zack told her as he opened the door to his studio. The studio was a large room. There was a couch in the middle of the room. Several easels were scattered around the room. Canvases leaned against the wall along two of the walls. The third wall was covered with shelves from floor to ceiling. One the shelves were tubes of paint. "I'm afraid I can't offer you much but would you like a soda or some water?" he asked heading to the kitchen.