The Next Morning, at the studio...
Anaïs was resting in the dressing room, icing her ankle. She had told Sacha to go play his game in the corner, but Sacha had other plans.
He was currently in "Stealth Mode."
Wearing his oversized sunglasses and crawling under the craft services table, Sacha was on a mission. He knew something didn't add up. His mommy was smart. She didn't just get lost in a basement.
Target acquired, Sacha thought, peering through the gap in the tablecloth.
It was Becky—the nervous assistant with the clipboard. She was standing near the coffee machine, whispering into her phone.
Sacha Army-crawled closer, clutching his juice box like a grenade.
"...yeah, it worked perfectly," Becky giggled into the phone. "Sienna is so happy. She gave me a bonus."
Sacha's ears perked up.
"I told the manager the cape was in the Prop Vault," Becky bragged. "As soon as she went in, I cut the lights. Bam! Rat in a trap. She was in there for an hour before Bastian found her."
