I'ma slacker, slacker, slacker... Sorry I kept you waiting. Sasha was running circles in the Opera House like a wild monkey on crack cocaine. 'Mamamamamamamama! Ow-sigh, ow-sigh!' Sita sighed. Outside, outside, Sasha wanted. It was beautiful out, and her mother didn't blame her for wanting to be outside in the air. Sweet baby girl, just let Mama sleep a few minutes, and then we'll go outside. Okay? Sasha whined softly. She wasn't a crier, much to Sita's relief, but she did have wonderful puppy eyes. Sita closed her own set of crimson eyes. I can't seeeee you! she smiled, and Sasha climbed up and tried to pry her mother's eyes open with tiny fingers. It wasn't working so well. 'Mama... ow-sigh now?' Sasha asked, and Sita shook her head. Not until you lay down with Mama and take a nap. Obediently, Sasha laid down and stared at the ceiling. Soon, the pair of them were fast asleep. Sita wasn't sure how long it was, but it wasn't long enough before someone was calling her name. 'S-Si-Sita? It's m-me. Cj.' Cj? Did she know a Cj? She frowned and stood, Sasha waking at her mother's movement. She lifted her daughter into her arms and carried her out of the box and to the front door. A blink. A girl stood there, silhouetted by the sunshine outside, door still open. Then Sita caught a glimpse of her face. Well, if it isn't Miss Caliandra Jade. Where have you been, stranger?