"Where is it?" Sasha continued to cry, staring at the now empty duffle bag on the floor. "I know I put it in there."

"Are you sure?" Bayley asked, taking a seat beside her on the bed. "Maybe you accidentally left it at the arena?"

"I don't think so!" Sasha shook her head. "I wouldn't be that stupid to leave the belt there," she wiped the tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god, Hunter is going to kill me!"

"Ssshhh," Bayley rubbed her back assuringly. "No, he won't. Let's back track. So the last time I saw you with the belt was when they were screwing the plates on," she started.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, and then I had a photo shoot and I know I still had it with me until I changed in the women's locker room."

"Are you sure you didn't leave it there?"

Sasha scrunched her forehead and tried her best to remember. She was so exhausted the night before—her memory was lapsed, but she was so sure she placed it carefully inside her bag, tucked in between a set of extra clothes. "I know I put it in my bag. I just know it."

Bayley sighed. "Let's find someone to call. Maybe someone's still there to check on it."

Sasha nodded and took out her phone, calling Charlotte.

"Hi, babe," Charlotte answered after two rings.

"Babe!" Sasha sniffled a bit. "Are you still home?"

Charlotte was having coffee with Becky, as she put Sasha on speaker. "Yeah, I'm with Becky."

"Ey, Sash!" Becky greeted.

"Listen," Sasha bit her lower lip. "I need your help."

Charlotte's protective older sister instincts came out as she sat up, looking at Becky worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"The championship belt is missing," Sasha's voice cracked again. "I put it in my bag last night, and now it's gone."

"What?!" Charlotte furrowed her brows. Though a small part of her wanted to tease Sasha about it, she knew it wasn't the time or place so instead, she tried to get her friend to calm down. "Are you sure you put it inside your bag?"

"Yes!" Sasha nodded her head eagerly. "I swear."

Charlotte pursed her lips. "Maybe we can have someone check the women's locker room at the arena—is there any place you might have accidentally left it?"

"It's a belt! How can I accidentally leave something like that behind?!" Sasha snapped.

"Relax, Sasha" Charlotte reprimanded. "We'll get help. Try calling Sheamus or Cesaro—I know they're leaving for Mexico later tonight. I have to be at the airport in an hour, but I'll call my dad. We'll find it, alright?"

Sasha pouted and felt a little relieved. "Okay. Thanks, babe."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it will turn up somewhere."

"What if we never find it?" her tears were starting to well up again.

Charlotte sighed. "Let's find out first if the belt is at the arena, alright? Once we're sure it's not there, let's figure out our next move."

…

"Sasha Banks, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Cesaro answered his phone with a smile. Beside him at the hotel restaurant, Sheamus looked on curiously. "No, Sheamus and I are leaving for the airport after dinner. We're just killing time."

On the other line, Sasha tried not to sound too desperate. "If you're not too busy, can I ask you guys for a huge favor?"

"Of course, Sasha. What do you need?"

"Um, would it be alright if you guys headed back to the arena to check with them if there were any belts lost or misplaced?"

"Belts?" Cesaro repeated. "What kind of belt?"

"Uh, the Women's Championship."

Cesaro burst out laughing as Sheamus glared at him and took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello?"

"Who's this?"

"It's Sasha."

"Oh hey, Sasha," Sheamus' mood lightened. "I don't know why my partner here is laughing, but did you need anything?" he asked in his thick Irish accent.

Sasha groaned. "Can you just check with the guys at the arena, and ask if the belt was found? I just need to know."

"Sasha," Cesaro took his phone back. "How could you have left it there?"

"I didn't!" she said defensively, shaking her head. "I am a hundred percent sure I packed it inside my bag, but Bayley, Charlotte and Becky all seem to think I misplaced it!"

"Alright, calm down. We'll go to the arena in a bit. I'll call you when we get there," Cesaro assured her.

"Thank you," she sighed in relief.

"Come on," Cesaro stood up and sipped the last of his coffee, pulling Sheamus up before he could even finish his.

At the arena, Cesaro and Sheamus talked to a few backstage guys and requested to check the lost and found items, catering, and the women's locker room. Cesaro took out his phone and dialed Sasha's number, "Hey, Sasha," he greeted when she picked up. "Place is empty," he told her. "The crew here all said that the rooms had nothing when they cleared the arena after RAW. I'm sorry."

Sasha, who was waiting in her room with Bayley, started tearing up again. "Nooo," she cried, looking at Bayley to shake her head. "They got nothing."

"Aw, don't cry, Sasha," Cesaro looked at Sheamus and gestured that Sasha had begun crying.

Sheamus sighed, taking the phone from his partner. "Hey, how about Cesaro and I treat you to a pint when we see you, ey? How about that?"

Sasha sniffed. "That's really sweet but thanks, guys. I appreciate you driving all the way to the arena just to check on it."

"No problem, Sasha," he handed the phone back to Cesaro.

"Is there anything else we can do to help?" Cesaro offered.

"No, you guys have done enough," Sasha replied. "Thank you so much. I owe you both coffee."

Cesaro chuckled and shook his head. "No need. We'll see you in Mexico," he told her before hanging up the phone.

…

"Xavier?"

"What's up, Sash?" Xavier pressed his phone to his ear while playing a Mario game on his PSP. He sat in the waiting area of the airport with Big E and Kofi, waiting to depart for Mexico.

"By any chance, did you guys check if the van you rented last night was empty?"

"Oh hold up," Xavier gave his phone to Big E. "Sasha's asking if the van was empty last night," he told him with a shrug.

"Hello?" Big E answered. "Why? Did you leave something?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure."

"Well, I was the last one there and I double checked it. Nothing seemed to be out of place."

Sasha sighed. "Okay, thank you."

"What's wrong? Did you lose something?"

"Nothing," Sasha shook her head. "Never mind. Thanks, E," she said before putting down the phone and looked to Bayley. "We have an appearance tomorrow. What am I going to say when fans start asking where my belt is?"

"I'm pretty sure we can get you a replica or a duplicate temporarily," Bayley suggested. "Why don't you just call Hunter?"

"No!" Sasha refused, shaking her head. "Bayley, I know I packed it, okay? I know I brought it with me."

"Then if you did, where is it?"

Sasha sighed. Was it possible for a belt that big to even fall out of her bag? Why couldn't she believe that she lost or misplaced it? Maybe because she really didn't, she convinced herself. "It was there, Bayley. I know it was," she said softly, feeling a little hurt that none of her friends believed her.

Heading down to the hotel lobby, they bumped into Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Chris Jericho. "Hey, Sasha," Chris called out to them. "Charlotte called. We heard about what happened," he said sympathetically, placing an arm around her.

She looked down and pouted. Now the whole locker room knew what an irresponsible champion she was—sure the story lines and match outcomes were pre-determined, and it wasn't like anyone was going to feel disappointed or angry with her (except maybe Hunter). But it felt awful knowing she lost something that was such a prestigious symbol to their division. To the company, even.

"If you want, I can talk to Hunter for you," Chris offered. "I'm sure he won't be that upset."

"No, I'll do it," Sasha slumped. "I should do it. But thank you though."

Chris nodded and gestured for them to join their group to get coffee and snacks. They had plenty of time to kill, since they were the early group. All their appearances would start tomorrow, but at least it gave them more than enough time to settle down and rest.

"By the way, have you seen Rollins anywhere?" Kevin asked her and Bayley. "We're supposed to meet up now and talk about our dark match with Sami."

Bayley shrugged. "I wasn't able to catch his schedule. Last I saw him, he was asleep on our couch when I got back from the bar," she glanced at Sasha, who was spacing out. Bayley had a small smirk on her face, as she nudged her best friend. "What was that all about?"

"What?" Sasha broke out of her thoughts and looked into the curious faces of her friends. "What are we talking about?"

"Seth," Bayley repeated. "Why'd he fall asleep on the couch when I got back last night?"

And just like that, Sasha felt like she had been punched in the gut. Seth. Seth was the last person to hold her bag right before she fell asleep—the bag where she carefully packed the championship belt inside. The bag that he insisted he carry the whole time. It all came back to her—him taking her bag after she changed in the women's locker room, him taking it again after they rode with New Day, him placing it on the couch—the same couch he fell asleep in. It all made sense now. Her memory wasn't lapsing, she wasn't delusional, and she certainly wasn't the irresponsible champion she thought she was.

"I KNOW WHERE MY BELT IS!" she yelled in frustration, gripping Bayley's shoulder hard. "SETH ROLLINS TOOK IT!"