[TYLER]
It takes a few minutes before I call out to Sasha again. "Baby, did you get lost?" I shout, amused, but there's no response. "Sasha?" I try again. Nothing. I turn to the tour guide. "You need to get those lights on now," I tell him. "If my husband has been hurt, I am going to sue your ass, and your
company's ass, and this whole damn country's ass into oblivion."
"It will be best if we stay here," the tour guide assures me, as though he just didn't hear me threaten legal action. "The lights will come back on any moment, signore."
"If you think I'm gonna—" I start, but with several loud thunks, the lights come back on. The tour guide, who can see my furious face more clearly now, takes a step back.
