Olaf yawned. His back hurt horribly . He had just woken up on the floor of a closet. A partially clothed Esmé clung to him. Well…even waking up on a closet floor with Esmé was better than being in a bed next to Carmelita. Esmé's eye fluttered open, the familiar form of Olaf pressed against her. She moved her head a little and became temporarily horrified that they were using her dress as a pillow. But it was Olaf's shirt so she sighed in relief. "Morning precious." Olaf greeted kissing her forehead.
"Mmm…" Esmé replied, kissing his jaw….close enough.
"Well, you proved me wrong." Olaf admitted. Esmé chuckled. "And?" "I'm loud sometimes too." Olaf added. Esmé smiled in triumph. "Oh and next time I get a chance I'm locking us in a closet…" Esmé walked her fingers up Olaf's chest and touched his neck then sat up. "We should get dressed and start calling for Carmelita or Hooky. I'm sure someone is around." Esmé said grabbing her dress and sliding into it. Olaf zipped it up and put on his pants and shirt. Esmé leaned on the door and listened for a second before yelling, "Carmelita"
"Hooky!" Olaf joined in the yelling.
Esmé teetered dangerously on Olaf's shoulders. She was sitting around his head trying to open a vent in the ceiling. She took off her shoe and banged on the edges of the vent cover. She pried it off and tossed it to the floor.
"Do you think we can fit?" Olaf asked.
"I think so…." She said trying to climb in. Olaf pushed her up a couple feet higher. "OW!" she yelled. "It closes up!" she yelled. Olaf pulled her back down and grabbing her hips he slid her back to the floor. "Well that didn't work. Any other ideas?" Esmé asked. Olaf looked around "We could try breaking the door down." he suggested.
Esmé stood aside while Olaf tried to kick the door down. He managed to make a crack in the door but not get through. "Oh lovely. We have been stuck in here for almost a day and I'm hungry. Not to mention I have to go to the bathroom." Esmé whined. "What do you want m to do about it?" Olaf asked. "Well….I don't know you're the evil genius!"

"No. Its left right both. Esmé instructed again. It was her hundredth attempt to teach Olaf the Miss Mary Mack clapping game. They were sitting across from each other cross legged. "Well I'm not a girl. I'm not meant for this kind of thing." Olaf whined and tried again. Esmé hummed the words since she was tired of singing them. He got it! It was amazing the claps maintained a steady rhythm and Esmé speeded up at bit and it was all going fine until…
clap clap clap Slap
"Ow"
"Sorry dear" Olaf apologized. "I'm so bored. " Esmé commented rubbing her face.
"Well I'm not exactly amused either"
"Its your fault we're in here, O" Esmé snapped.
"Well I'm sooooo Sorry.." Olaf said sarcastically. Olaf took off his shirt the heat in the closet was horrible.
Esmé leaned back on a wall. "O, we're missing the meeting…." she sighed.
"Damn. Hooky might have gone for us both but L would have recognized him. " Olaf said angrily.
"We can still burn the place down " Esmé encouraged.
"Not from in here, E! Our allies are already probably burning it down and we'll die in here"
Esmé shuddered. Olaf moved over and sat next to her hugging her. "We Will die if we're stuck in here." he kissed her forehead. "We have to keep trying"
"I love you , O. no matter what happens." "I love you too."