Little Katrina Beaufort did not like waiting.
She had been cooped up in the children's room for way too long. Where's Daddy?
She scooted off the couch while the bouncer wasn't looking, and opened the door to leave. Now that she was out of the children's room, she had to find her father.
First stop; the door next to the children's room door. She opened it into a white tiled room with blue - no, grey - bley? Whatever, lockers along the walls, and two benches in the middle of the room. In the back, she could see pockets in the walls with showers on the left and curtains on the right.
"Whoa there, tiny," said Masked Muscle when he looked up and saw her, "where's your papa?"
"I dunno," mumbled Katrina.
"Joseph ist gerade mitten in einem Streichholz," said Von Kaiser, coming from behind the curtain. "Sie muss ihn vermissen." (Joseph is in the middle of a match right now. She must miss him.)
"Well, knowing him, it won't be long until he's back," said Masked Muscle, looking over at him.. But when they both turned back around, Katrina had disappeared.
Katrina wandered around the back area, looking in any place she even remotely thought Daddy could be. Under the water fountain, up at the ceiling, between the cracks in the walls, anywhere.
"Whoa, end of the line, Scoots," said Super Macho Man, scooping her up. "You're supposed to be in the kids' room."
Katrina grinned. Super Macho Man caught Pierce out of the corner of his eye. "Hey," he beckoned to him, "you should totally get a picture of this." He handed him his phone, and got a rad picture of him flexing with the baby sitting on his bicep.
Just then, there was a door clicking, and Joe emerged from the locker room. "Brad, pourquoi as-tu ma fille?" (Brad, why do you have my daughter?)
"Daddy!" Katrina reached for her father.
"She escaped from baby jail," said Super Macho Man, handing her off to Joe.
"Ah, alors elle peut ouvrir les portes maintenant," said Joe. "Ça va être…intéressant." (Oh, so she can open doors now. That's gonna be…interesting.) He gave a cautious grin to his little escape artist, who just laughed.
