“Between you, me, and the wall,” Shyla gestures to Mateo who’s playing with a Pikachu balloon, “I don’t know what to do!”

“I don’t know what to do either, but calling each other names isn’t going to help,” Igby responds.

“Yo, we should come up with sick code names for each other,” Mateo states as he puts down his balloon.

“No! No code names, this isn’t a game.” Shyla answers in an angry whisper.

“Aw come on, code names make everything more fun!”

“Quiet, we don’t want anyone to hear us,” Igby says as he picks up the Pikachu balloon. “This is definitely the most interesting thing in this storage unit.”

“It’s awesome! I love Pikachu!” Mateo excitedly whispers as he takes it back.

“Ya Pikachu is great, that doesn’t change the fact we are LOCKED IN!” Shyla shouts.

Mateo turns to Igby, “That was not quiet.”

“No it was not.” Igby pats Mateo’s shoulder.

“If we are locked in, maybe we should be loud so someone finds us?”

“No we shouldn’t, if someone finds us then we will be arrested for trespassing,” Igby turns to her as she is steaming in the corner, “And Shyla will go to prison for violating her restraining order.”

“He’s not actually here,” Shayla rolls her eyes. “Plus I should be the one with the restraining order against him, not the other way around.”

“Yes, whatever, all that aside,” Igby says, waving her statement off, “The main problem at hand is we are trapped and need to find a way to get out of here.”

“We haven’t even found what we came for. I need to find my grandmother’s necklace.”

“Why would it be here?” asks Mateo.

“Because while I was fighting the restraining order, he cleared all his things, and some of mine, out of the apartment.”

“I don’t understand why he took the necklace of all things, it’s cheap and dirty, not like he’d be able to sell it.” Igby states walking towards the door.

“He took it just to hurt me, he knows it’s the last thing I have from her. We have to find it.” She sighs with defeat.

“Or, and here me out, what if we just take the Pikachu and bounce.” Mateo suggests, holding out the balloon.

Shyla says nothing. She takes the balloon. POP! Shyla bursts the balloon with her finger and out tumbles her grandmother’s necklace.

“RIP Pikachu,” Mateo whispers sadly.

“My necklace!” Shyla shrieks. Just then hard steel toe boots clank down the hallway. They stop in front of the storage room door. The door shutters open and light floods the dark room, exposing the scene. 3 people, one holding the remnants of a balloon, one with his hands up, and one holding a necklace with tears falling to her face.