Five years later...
The feet of a little girl running across the house made light patter sounds. She ran fast, but with legs so short, she couldn't get far.
Yet... She was able to get away from the one she was running from.
"When I get my hands on you, Little Missy, it's over." Michael's furious voice echoed as he surfaced into the living room but despite how furious he looked, it didn't look like he was 'that' upset.
The little girl hid under the kitchen cabinet and covered her mouth, giggling silently as she felt she had played a fast one.
'He won't know I'm here, will he?' She thought and then shut her eyes, more giggling muffling in her hands that covered her mouth.
Michael stood in front of the kitchen counter, his hands on his waist and staring at the cabinet where his daughter was hiding.
He sighed, his hand on his face and then he played along.
"She always knows how to evade me." He said. "Where could she have hidden her tiny body? This is getting out of hand."
