It turned out the main exhibit at the American Visionary Art Museum for Bay and Gert's visit was by a guy obsessed with
the end of the world.
His work was good, but it made for a morbid gallery to walk through before lunch.
"Okay," Bay said, as she stood in front of yet another canvas of skulls. "The world is not allowed to end before I finish high school."
[OOC: NFB due to distance. For she of the purple hair!]