The crowd was shouting, wanting to know who won or if we were both dead. I looked through cracked eyelids to find Trent. He didn’t look happy, and I knew our ruse was halfway to being successful. Baron lay very still. A tiny squeak slipped from him, and I carefully answered. A pulse of excitement raced through me and was gone.

“Ladies! Gentlemen!” Jim’s professional voice layered over the noise. “It seems we have a draw. Will the owners please retrieve their animals?” The crowd hushed. “We will have a short break to determine if either contestant is alive.”

My heart raced as the shadows of hands came closer. Baron made three short squeaks and exploded into motion. I belatedly followed, grasping the first hand I found.

“Look out!” someone shouted. I was flung into the air as a hand jerked away. I arched through the air, tail whipping in frantic circles. I glimpsed a surprised face and landed on a man’s chest. He screamed like a girl and brushed me off. I hit the floor hard, stunned. I took three quick breaths, then lurched under his chair.

The noise was astounding. One would think a lion was loose, not two rodents. People scattered. The rush of feet past the chair was unreal. Someone smelling of wood chips reached down. I bared my teeth and he drew back.

“I’ve got the mink,” an official shouted over the noise. “Get me a net.” He glanced away, and I ran. Pulse so fast it was almost a hum, I dodged feet and chairs, nearly slamming head first into the far wall. The blood from my ear was dripping into my eye, blurring my vision. How was I going to get out of there?

“Everyone remain calm!” came Jim’s voice over the loudspeaker. “Please return to the lobby for refreshments while a search is made. We ask that you keep the outer doors closed until we have regained the contestants.” There was a pause. “And somebody get that dog out of here,” he finished loudly.

Doors? I thought as I peered into the madhouse. I didn’t need a door. I needed Jenks.

“Rachel!” came a call from above me. I squeaked as Jenks landed on my shoulders with a light thump. “You look like crap,” he shouted into my torn ear. “I thought that rat nacked you. When you jumped up and grabbed Jonathan’s hand, I nearly pissed my pants!”

“Where’s the door?” I tried to ask. How he found me would have to wait.

“Don’t have a hissy,” he said defensively. “I left like you said. I just came back. When Trent left with that cat box, I knew you were in it. I hitched a ride under the bumper. Betcha didn’t know that’s how pixies get around the city, did you? You’d better get your furry ass moving before someone sees you.”

“Where!” I squeaked. “Where do I go!”

“There’s a back way out. I did a survey during the first fight. Man, those rats are vicious. Did you see that one bite the other’s foot right off? If you follow this wall for about twenty feet, then down three stairs, you’ll come to a hallway.”