Chapter Four The Entertainer played in electronic notes through the darkened theater. The sound could be traced to a dressing room. From there, it could be followed to the vanity, where a cell phone sat, charging and ringing. The Entertainer came to a close. No one was there to answer the phone. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kermit frowned as he hung up the pay phone after leaving a message. “She didn’t answer,” he said. Fozzie squeezed his hat in his hands. “Maybe she’s back at the house all ready,” he suggested. “I hope so,” Kermit said. “But she always answers her phone…” He tried to push it to the back of his mind as he went to the front of the waiting room. “Everybody ready to go?” he said. A boomerang fish slapped him across his face, which he promptly scrunched. “I guess that’s a yes,” he said. “Come on, guys. Let’s go home.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Miss Piggy stopped walking and smiled. Finally, she knew where she was! Now she had to get to the hospital. As much as she hated to sweat, she ran. She had to get to the hospital now. She reached the hospital door just in time to see the Studebaker and the Electric Mayhem bus pull away. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rowlf settled in on the couch and examined his casts. “Eating will be interesting,” he said. “We got straws?” “Of course,” Kermit said. “What can you eat with a straw?” Fozzie asked, confused. “Milkshakes!” Robin proclaimed as he hopped onto the couch. “Three milkshakes a day! Right, Rowlf?” “Hey, sounds good to me,” Rowlf said. The door creaked open, and everyone looked up as an exhausted Miss Piggy slid herself in. Her eyes went straight to the piano and, seeing it vacant, she stiffened. Kermit’s face leaked a little relief before growing firm. “Where have you been?” he asked, standing up and approaching to face her. “Are you okay?” Her eyes scanned the room. “Fine,” she said vaguely. She saw Rowlf and her shoulders relaxed. “Are you all right, Rowfie?” All eyes shifted from the pig to the dog. Rowlf lifted his casts. “I’ve got stubs for paws and all I smell is Swiss cheese. How d’you think I am?” He grinned. “Besides those things I’m fine.” She nodded. “Where were you?” Kermit asked her. She turned and looked at him levelly. “I was chasing a purse thief,” she said quietly. “And after that I was lost.” “Did you try Harry Krishna?” Gonzo asked. There were a few chuckles, but Kermit kept a steady gaze on Miss Piggy as she visibly tensed and then took a deep breath. “I’m going to bed,” she said quietly. She moved around Kermit and began to climb the stairs. “Why didn’t you call someone?” Kermit asked, turning to face her retreating back. “Why didn’t you answer when we called you?” Miss Piggy slowly turned and looked at him. “My phone is at the theater,” she said slowly and softly. “Otherwise, I would have called. Of course.” The last words were biting. “Goodnight…” She turned and made her way to her bedroom. With the door closed and her privacy secured, she sank down to the floor. Hadn’t she done the right thing? Wasn’t it right of her to chase her purse? She opened it, looked inside, and picked out the most valuable items for evaluation- the most important of them all being a picture of Kermit. She gazed at it for a long time without seeing it. Instead she saw the look of disappointment that had just been on his face. Kermit was disappointed in her. She had let him down. She burst into tears.