Elsewhere in the deepest of the sewers, there laid a huge green bottle with a small, well dressed mouse inside. The men that had put her there would have had their way with her if it wasn't for their boss. The large condescending rat lumbered towards the green tinted Jasmine and pressed his forehead against the glass, getting a good look at her. First, his eyes traveled over her body, then his eyebrows curled, and he punched the bottle, leaving a huge crack in the bottle.

"You gits!! Where's the girl?!" The shivering mouse henchmen shivered in terror at their looming leader. Finally, a brave soul slowly pushed himself out of the crowd to stand in the shadow of the rat.

"She wasn't there, boss! We think this is one of her friends. I mean, the father was there, so we assumed…"

"You assumed what?! That she really cares enough to risk her rich little life for another girl?! I already had to put up with that punk coming in here and demanding to see our employer, now I gotta deal with another bystander!? If this plan goes wrong…!" Suddenly a hand appeared on the shoulder of the rat, startling him slightly. A young black mouse appeared out of the shadows, frowning slightly through his huge round glasses.

"Any trouble, Erving?" his voice was surprisingly seductive, thought Jasmine. It was like he was trying to persuade you with every syllable, and it made Jasmine press her ear to the glass. Erving twiddled his thumbs, and laughed nervously.

"Trouble? Naw! That's ridiculous! Why would there be trouble?!" the mouse frowned even deeper, and jabbed his thumb at the green bottle.

"Well…that…is not Olivia. Was my picture not sufficient for your "tracking" team?" he eyed the quivering mice cowering behind their nervous superior.

"No! I mean…yes! Yes, it was good! It's just we…uh…we found her sir!" One of the mice mouthed to another one of his colleagues "We have?" receiving a punch from another on behind him.

"Really…?" the mouse questioned.

"Yeah! We're…uh…just using this girl for…uh…bait! Yeah! Bait!" The mouse waved his hand nonchalantly and began to walk away, but not before pulling a suspicious object from his pinstripe trouser pocket. To Jasmine's shock, it was a sharp looking pistol, and he immediately tossed it to his counterpart.

"Well then, you won't mind shooting the girl if Olivia doesn't show up!" and walked away laughing. Jasmine's terror suddenly rose. She didn't even know Olivia! Why would Olivia put her life on the line for her?

"My only hope," thought Jasmine "is Oscar…" and she began to sob into her skirt, internally woeful of her unrequited feelings.

Only what seemed like moments later, Jasmine woke to the sound of grunting and shoving. When she opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a figure flying at her, only or it to scramble up again and run towards the opening, only to be blocked.

"No!!" the boy yelled, slamming his fist into the cork. Jasmine looked at her newfound cell mate in wonder.

"Hello…" she sighed, only to see the face of a very frightened, very young mouse. He was well dressed, but as filthy as an urchin.

"Hello…w-who are you?"

"My name is Jasmine Masceet."

"Are they holding me for ransom?"

"No…" Jasmine sniffed quietly, "They're holding me for…bait…"

"Bait?! Bait for what?!"

"A girl named Olivia…"

"Olivia…Olivia Flaveshum?" Jasmine suddenly perked.

"You…you know her?"

"Of course! I…well…I planned on marrying her…once my mother got over a mishap that occurred with her."

"What is your name?" The young mouse stuck out his hand, gently taking Jasmine's.

"Oscar. Oscar Fisher."