The salesman looked at the man who had approached him, his face red with anger. He was one of those people who didn't take having stuff stolen lightly. Since you came towards him, he guessed you were there to help him, to catch the thief. He pointed in the direction that the jester girl had run off too. He wasn't too sure exactly where she had went, so that's why he hadn't gone after her himself.<br/>"Well, don't just stand there. Take after that thief! Make sure she learns about taking something from someone such as I."<br/>Colt sat in her hiding place, curling up and sobbed not knowing what to do. She peeked out to watch what was going on. The man the salesman was talking to must be a guard. It wasn't the best hiding place, so she felt doomed to be found. Much worse people would be in jail with her. What would they do to someone like herself? She clutched the music box like it was her only friend in the world. The notes of the tune it played began to jingle. She sucked in a breath, would the guard be able to hear that? She froze, thinking keeping still would save her.