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CHAPTER 10 -DAY 4-
Tori's POV

It was a very early Tuesday morning, about 6:30 a.m., but I had to make a call to my parents. My dad, being a cop, would most likely be up, and it was him I needed to talk to the most anyway.

Cat was still asleep on her bed, completely hidden under a mound of white sheets. I walked into the bathroom so I wouldn't disturb her. I dialed my dad and waited, my heart beating loudly.

"Hey, Tor," my dad's sleepy voice answered.

"Hi, Dad, sorry if I bothered you. I didn't mean to but I have something very important to tell you," I rambled.

"Uh, sure. Go ahead."

"Did Trina come home last night?"

"No, she didn't. I figured that she was going to be late, but I just checked the garage and her bedroom, and she's not there. She isn't picking up her phone either." My dad sounded genuinely worried for my older sister.

"Well, that's because…uh, I think she's here. In Vegas with us."

"What?" All traces of sleepiness were gone from his voice. "You—you think she's in Vegas with you guys or has she been hanging out with you for the past few days?"

"I think she's here. You said someone spent three grand on a hotel room, and I think she stole one of your guys' credit cards to pay for it," I said, trying to remember everything I had learned from the previous night. "And Cat just yesterday told me that she saw someone at the airport who looked like Trina."

"Okay, well, you're still not completely confident that she's there, are you? Because I don't want to think about what could've happened to her, especially since she's not calling back…"

"I was planning on going down to the front desk and seeing if a Trina Vega checked in," I told him.

"All right, that sounds good," he replied. "You're mother isn't worrying much yet, but I won't tell her what you think has happened to her. Just call me back when you're one hundred percent sure that she's there, okay?"

"Absolutely," I confirmed.

"Okay, I got to go now. But keep me updated," my dad said.

"Bye! Call you back soon!" I whispered into the phone.

There was a click and he was gone. I left the bathroom and found Cat sitting straight up in the bed, her hair a mess of red strands. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me.

"Oh, is it time to get ready Tori?" she asked.

"No, not yet. You can go back to sleep. I need to go talk to Sikowitz really quick, okay?" I threw my phone on my bed and started towards the door.

"Kay kay!" she called back, and I heard the thud of her falling asleep on the bed again.

I walked down the quiet hall to André, Robbie, and Sikowitz's room. I knocked on the door three times and waited, looking down at the blue phone in my hands. The door opened, revealing André, his hair mussed up just like Cat's had been, a green toothbrush in his mouth.

"Oh, i ori . Or up ealy," he mumbled, letting me into the room.

"Sorry to bother you guys, but is Sikowitz awake?" I asked.

"Why, good morning Tori!" my teacher himself said, and I looked and saw him lying across one of the black leather couches, I guess in his pajamas still, but it didn't look much different than his usual wear. "What do you need? I promise I paid my taxes and everything."

I was slightly confused but quickly remembered why I was here. "Well, I just needed to tell you that I think my sister, Trina, might be here."

"You have more than one sister?"

"What? No."

"Oh well, then there was no need to tell me her name, was there? I know your sister. I've had her in my class for the past three years you know." He reached down over to the floor and picked up a coconut with a pink straw sticking out of the top.

I rolled my eyes. "Sikowitz, I'm trying to tell you something important here."

"And I'm listening, so do continue." He put the straw in his mouth.

"I need to find her and see if she's in this hotel. So I'm going to go down to the front desk and ask them about it," I told him, looking around the room.

On one of the beds had its sheets all open and messed up, telling me that André had probably slept on that one since he was in the bathroom right now. Robbie was in the other bed and had nightshade things on his face and held the pillow like it was his baby or something. Rex was right next to him, wearing matching pajamas.

"And you're going looking like that?" Sikowitz questioned.

"What?" I wore sweatpants with hearts on them and a long sleeved top. "Why not? At least I'm wearing something."

"Still, you should wait." Sikowitz sipped on the straw again.

"But this is really important! This is Vegas, and if she's really here who knows what could happen to her!" I objected.

Sikowitz stared at me for a few moments, and then suddenly picked up a pillow from beside him and threw it over at Robbie. It bounced off his head and Robbie bolted upwards, looking around wildly before taking the shades off.

"Whatsgoingon?" he said.

"Time to wake up, Robbie!" Sikowitz called. "Oh and André!" He threw a second pillow at the closed bathroom door. André opened up the door, and there was shaving cream on his face making him look like Santa Clause. "Can you go wake up Beck and Jade? They'd better get ready now."

"On it," André said calmly, not even bothering wiping off his face before leaving the room.

"Sikowitz!" I said in a disproving tone. "I'm trying to tell you something really important!"

My acting teacher stared at me hard. "What were we talking about?"

I face-palmed myself. "Can I go down to the main lobby and ask the people if they've—"

"Hold on, Tori." Sikowitz stood up. Robbie was sitting on the bed still, his head rolling back and forth as he was obviously struggling to stay awake. "If the people do tell you some things that could lead you to finding your sister, you have to remember: you have a show to do at eight. We don't have any backups that I know of, so that is the main priority here."

"Okay, okay," I muttered.

"Fine then. You can go and do whatever you need to, but I expect you to be back up here at 7:30 so we can go down to the studio, all right?"

"Yay! Thanks Sikowitz!" I jumped up and ran out of their room.

I made my way to the elevators and got on the first one heading downwards. It was empty, and shook eerily as we went down. I got out and started towards the main desk.

Even though it was 6:40, there were actually quite a lot of people bustling about, and it was pretty crowded. There was even a long line formed at the front desk. I stood at the back and waited, tapping my foot impatiently.

It had been ten minutes but I was finally at the front. I approached the empty counter and said to the man, "I was wondering if a girl named Trina Vega checked in some time this week."

"I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to give out information like that," the man said.

"But this is important. She could be in danger!" I persisted.

The man shook his head.

"I'm her sister!" I wasn't going away that easy if I had just waited in line for twenty minutes.

"Let me see your ID, please."

That's when I realized I still wore my pajama pants and everything was still upstairs.

Shoot.

It took all my strength to not pound my fists on the counter in frustration.

Instead, I said to him, "Well, that's okay. I'll come back later." He nodded briefly before turning to the customer behind me. I took the elevators back up to the thirtieth floor and walked down the hall back to Sikowitz's room, my fist smashing against the door loudly.

"Oh, it's good you're here Tori," Sikowitz answered as he opened up the door. He was wearing slightly different clothes, but they didn't look much different from the ones he was wearing earlier. "How did it go?"

"I waited in line for twenty minutes and I need my ID card if they're going to tell me anything," I pouted, walking in, and finding André adjusting the collar of his jacket in front of the mirror. Robbie was missing; probably in the bathroom.

"Okay, then go and get your ID card—"

"The line is really long, Sikowitz. It's probably going to be a half hour wait." I frowned, a sudden idea forming in my head. It was a stupid and unreasonable one, but it was an idea. "Hey, what if I just went door-to-door to try and find Trina? I mean—"

"Tori," Sikowitz's tone was firm, "you have a broadcast to do. You can't be ditching something like that to go and find your sister. And I don't know how the other guest will react when they see you going around…"

"Sikowitz," I replied, "this is really, really important. Can't the rest of you do the broadcast while I stay here and try to find Trina? If I can't get to the front desk then I'll just go and search the manual way."

His eyes narrowed. "I don't want you staying here by yourself."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you!" I said, throwing my hands in the air. "Trina is here by herself, and who knows—"

"All right, all right, here's what we'll do. André can stay with you while you look for Trina, while Beck, Jade, Cat and Robbie come with me to do the broadcast. Does that sound okay? I'll need to call Mr. Highes to tell him what's happening, but I'm sure he'll understand."

"Could you really do that?" I said excitedly. "Thanks, Sikowitz!"

I dashed out and headed down towards my room. I knocked a couple times, and Robbie answered the door.

So that's where he was.

"Oh, hi Tori!" he said, letting me in.

"Hey," I responded, picking up my phone off my bed and sticking it into my pocket. Cat was in the bathroom, and I wondered why in the world Robbie was here. "Wait, Robbie why are you—" I heard the door slam shut, and he was gone.

Okay, then, I thought, going over to the closet and taking out a long sleeve shirt and jeans. I slipped them on, glancing over at the clock and saw that it was 7:25. Cat came out of the bathroom, filling our room with lots of steam and the smell of coconut shampoo.

"Hi, Cat. Go to Robbie's room when you're ready, okay? I need to do something special," I told her.

"Kay kay," she replied in that cute way of hers.

I left the room and practically ran down the hall. André stood outside of his room, looking very good.

"Okay, Tor, so Sikowitz said we could go and try and find Trina while everyone else goes and does the broadcast. So you'd better keep your phone on so Sikowitz can give us updates on what's going on," André instructed. "None of them are really 'on-board' with us ditching, but this is a pretty big deal so…"

"All right, cool."

Suddenly, Sikowitz, Robbie and Rex came out of the room. Cat came towards us from my room, and I even saw Beck and Jade, arms linked, leaving their room.

"You two, good luck and stay together. I'll be texting you," Sikowitz informed. "And if you find Tori, just do what you can to get the word out to your parents first, and then you can tell me, okay?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Off you go then!" He turned to Beck and Jade as André and I made our way towards the elevators.

"So, should we start on the first floor and go from there?" André asked.

"Yeah, sounds good," I said as we exited the elevators.

There was still a usual crowd of people in the front, so we walked around a little bit, realizing that there were no actual rooms on the first level. We went back and headed towards the second floor, finding that there were a couple of rooms there.

I was pretty nervous when we knocked on the first door.

An old lady answered, her hair still in a wet shower cap.

"What do you want?" she practically yelled at us.

Nope, that was definitely not Trina. "Sorry, wrong room," I muttered, and the door slammed in our faces. André looked at me apologetically. We moved on to the next one, but that time no one answered. We visited the rest of the rooms on the entire second floor, but to no prevail.

"I don't think this is going to be possible," I sighed as we climbed up the stairs to the third floor. "We've got thirty-seven more floor to check out."

"Maybe we should just go to the front desk. This might take all day," André said.

"But then I have to go upstairs and get my ID, and the wait could take like, half an hour! And who knows, they might not even say anything, especially if Trina registered under a different name," I whined. "Besides, we're already done to with two floors, out of forty."

André frowned at my lame reasoning. I gave him the best puppy-eyes look I could muster. Finally he said, "All right, fine."

The third floor was just as a disaster. More people answered, and they all looked just as annoyed as the next to see that we weren't any hotel employees or maids to come and clean up their rooms or whatever.

One man came to the door with his pants sagging lower than his knees and his shirt was completely unbuttoned. André gave him a quick stare and then led me in the direction of the next room.

About an hour later, we were tiredly climbing up to the fifth floor. The higher up we got, the more rooms there seemed to be. But at least the guys doing the news broadcast would be coming back soon, since it should've been over, so they could help us.

"I'm sorry, Tor, but this is wasting too much time," André confessed as we heaved up the last few steps. "Can't we go to the front desk?"

"No! We're like—" I did the math in my head "—one eighth of the way done!"

"You know, I think there's an app to track phones," André said suddenly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I need a computer or something."

"Aren't there computers in the lobby?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

"Oh, yeah, huh? Okay, you just want to head down there and see if we can figure out how to do it?"

"Yes."

But I really think André was just happy to not be walking around this five-star hotel and bothering all the guests. We proceeded to walk down the five flights of stairs to the main lobby. There were even more people here than before, and it was just a mess of talking, shouting things.

As André and I went over to the computer stations, we heard someone yelling.

"Yeah, that's them over there!"

We stopped in our tracks as a big security guard and the man in the hotel room who didn't have his pants quite on approached us. Luckily, now the man's pants were properly buckled.

"Excuse me, ma'am, sir," the guard said.

"Uh, hi," André said nervously, hiding his hands behind his back.

"I've been getting some complaints that you two have been disturbing the other guests," the guard said gruffly.

"Well, you see, uh, Mr., uh, Joseph," I spluttered, my hands wringing, "it was because I'm trying to find someone and…" My voice trailed off pathetically. I looked around Mr. Joseph, seeing the old lady with a shower cap and a few other people I recognized behind him. They were all frowning angrily. "Uhm…"

"We're really sorry, but we're trying to find her sister," André admitted. It looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

I nodded profusely as I continued to look around. Suddenly, someone very familiar looking caught my eye. I turned my head sharply, getting a good look at a person who was…

"Trina?" I shouted.

The figure stopped and looked at me, a terrified expression on her face. Holy chiz, I knew that look anywhere! It was Trina!

"Trina?" André asked in disbelief.

"Trina, what in the name of gravy are you doing here?" I ran over to her, no longer feeling excited but extremely upset with my older sister.

"What? Do I know you?"

"Yes you do! It's Tori, Trina! Stop playing games." I hit her arm. She frowned. "What are you doing here? Dad called me and said you spent three thousand dollars on a hotel room!"

"What's going on over here?" The beefy Mr. Joseph approached us.

"This is my sister, Trina," I answered breathlessly. "This is the girl I was trying to find earlier."

"Oh, all right. Well, now that this has been resolved, if we get another complaint from the other guests about you being disturbing, you will be kicked out of this hotel." In a lower voice he added, "Whether you are in Vegas 777 or not."

I didn't even wonder for a moment how he knew we were part of that program. "I understand," I said.

"Yessir," André repeated.

Trina looked dumbfounded.

I pulled them both out of the lobby and by the elevators. André was glaring at Trina, who tried her best to look completely innocent.

"Do you know how much trouble you're going to be in?" I practically shouted.

"Mom and Dad don't know I'm here," she argued.

"Um, yeah they do! As of now!" I whipped out my phone and started dialing my dad. Trina wrenched the phone out of my hand. André stood there confusedly.

"No, Tor. You got to go to Vegas, so I do too."

"Yeah well, for starters, Mom and Dad know that I'm in Vegas, and two, everything was paid for!" I said.

"Hey, Tori," André interrupted, holding up his green PearPhone. "Did you get a text from Sikowitz in the past few hours?"

"Huh?" I asked. Trina looked at my phone in her hand and shook her head. "Wait, why?"

"It's noon. They should've been long done with the broadcast," André said slowly, pocketing his phone. "No one said anything about going anywhere afterwards, right?"

"No. Yeah, you're right they should be here…" My heart started sinking.

How much worse can this trip get?

Whew...long chapter. Geez, I had no idea it was going to take so long to write something like this.

Anyway, hope you liked it. Review. You do want to know what happened to the rest of the gang, right?

Oh, and the updates should be coming faster (hopefully) because I've finished the other story. :)