You make your way down the stairs, through the second floor, and down to the Living room again. The house stays out of your way, watching as you move the portrait back to its mantle-spot. As you return the painting, you say “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for what I’ve done and for moving your family out. I’ll give it all back, as long as you let me out- please!”
There’s a few moments of silence- making you doubt your sanity- but before long you feel a shift in the house. It worked.