Mick frowned as he saw the last lady walk out onto the platform, knowing Amanda had to introduce the next designer, he walked into the backstage area, advising the women inside he was entering before proceeding. After asking all the women as a whole, one was able to advise him she followed Isabelle further along into another room. He stepped through and scanned the empty canvas before him and spied another door, as he progressed towards it, he heard a muffled shouting and scratching coming from inside a wall. As he neared, he heard Isabelle’s frantic shrieks so he called out for her to relax; he’d found her and was looking for a way to get her out.
He noted a chair was strangely positioned leaning against a wall and figured that must be where the wall opened up. This hall was turning in
