Sasha practically ran to the ladies room. She considered simply leaving the restaurant. She could explain later that she felt ill and decided to leave before she started throwing up. Somehow she knew Eric would talk Max & Kelli into driving to her house to check on her though. He would worm his way into staying the night on the pretense of making sure she didn't any get worse. 'Not going to chance that.' She reasoned, coming up with an alternate plan. She opened the bathroom door and made sure the room was unoccupied before going back to lock the door. She didn't want to take a chance on anyone entering while she was putting her plan into action. She walked to the farthest point away from the door. She took out her cell phone and dialed Brian's number. 'Please be home." She prayed.

"Littrell residence." Tyler answered.

"Hi Tyler! Its Sasha." She said in a voice barely above a whisper. "May I please speak to your dad?"

"He's giving Bailey a bath. Can I have him call you back?"

"It is kind of an emergency Tyler. Would you please take the phone to him?"

"OK. Why are you whispering? Are you alright Sasha?"

"Yes Tyler. I'm fine. I just need for your dad to help me with something."

"Do we need to come over to your house? Can I play with your GameCube if we do?" She heard him hand the phone to Brian. "Its Sasha. She says its an emergency."

"Sasha?" She heard Brian ask Tyler. "Tyler, watch Bailey for a minute." He answered the phone. "What's wrong hunny? Are you OK?" Brian sounded panic stricken.

'Hunny?' Sasha thought. 'I'll deal with that term of endearment later.' She decided. "Breathe Brian. I'm fine. I shouldn't have told Tyler it was an emergency. I'm sorry. I just need for you to please do me a huge favor."

"You name it Sawsh. Whatever you want." Brian replied, still in panic mode.

"Whatever I want?" She giggled softly. The thought that ran through her mind was so unlike her. "Umm…dinner is not going well. Will you please call my cell in about 5 minutes and rescue me? I'll fill you in tomorrow."

"Where are you Sasha?"

"In the ladies room at Christini's." She whispered.

Brian laughed. "This sounds like a bad sitcom Sawsh!"

"Please Brian! Just call me and go with whatever I say. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Brian had a fleeting thought of how Sasha could make it up to him. 'Cut it out ya horndog!' He chided himself. "It is my turn to do something for you Sasha. Turn the ringer up loud so you can hear me over the strolling violinists!"

Sasha giggled again. "Thank you Brian. I will make it up to you. I really appreciate this."

"You're welcome Sasha. I'll call you as soon as I get Bailey out of the tub."

"Thanks!"

"Talk to you in a few." Brian said hanging up.

Sasha turned the ringer on her phone up as loud as it would go. She put it back in her purse. She washed her hands and opened the door.

"What were you doing in there? Calling a rescue squad?" Eric greeted her.