R2 Moriarty bursts through catwalk

One fourteen-foot vertical leap later and he was up in the catwalks. He grabbed a railing, flipped like he was on the parallel bars, and got up top. There were only a few bits of clutter scattered up here, nothing like the room below. Makeup supplies, spotlights, a ninja. Hale nudged her off the catwalk. Take that, ninja.

"Is this a beat-up person I see before me?" He could hear Moriarty down below him! "This must be Hale's work... but where could he have gone? Hmm... how will I ever solve this conundrum?"

It sounded like he had no idea where he was! This was his chance--

The coffin burst up through the catwalk under Hale's feet, shredding through the metal and slamming him against the ceiling. The whole apparatus broke free from its supports and toppled to the ground, spotlights and all, bringing Hale back down to earth in front of a smirking Moriarty. The makeup bottles burst like shells against them, coloring their bodies in red and blue facepaint. Oh, he was so sick of red and blue.

"For an uncultured thug, I must applaud your taste in stagecraft. Really, the Kanagawa Arts Theatre? You know how to pick them."