Back at the Studio, Valentino stepped into his destroyed club holding a very nasty scowl on his face.

He surveyed the damage and the hole in the wall.

Val then took out his phone, called Velvet, and said, "Velvet, dear, could you go check on my daughter for me?"

"Sure," Velvet replied.

After a minute, Velvet replied, "She's fucking gone, Val. She left almost all her luggage except for her backpack and took off."

"Of course, she fucking did…" Valentino snarled under his breath only to be interrupted by a sinner struggling to get up from the rubble.

Valentino quickly and sharply aimed his pistol and shot the poor demon straight in the head. It was a quick moment to relieve some anger before he blew the smoke from the tip.

On the other end of the phone, Velvet asked, "What do you want to do, Val? This is the third time she has escaped and taken Angel with her. Maybe Vox is right. This is hopeless."

"I…I do like having Cherri around, Val," Velvet said quickly. "I just don't know how we can get her to stay. You're her daddy. What do you think we should do?"

"For now, figure out where she is," said Valentino.

"Got it. I'll watch her Sinstagram," Velvet said.

"I'll tell Vox to send someone to track her," said Valentino, walking towards the blown-up window. "But not try to get her just yet."

"Okay," Velvet said. "I'm sure we'll get her back, Val. I'll call some people to repair her room in the meantime."

Valentino looked down, reached down, and picked up a red feather that was left behind by Angel's stand.

"Sounds like a plan," he said with a smile.