Not playing chase as much as chasing Brooke down. Raine's suffered a traumatic moment of fear when the baby's gotten far enough away from her to have temporarily lost in the crowd. Her voice takes on a shrill and panicked tone, "Brooke?!"

And then she spots the little one with Rosa. What a relief. Raine hustles over, a stern look on her face for the youngest. "Brooke, you can't run off like that, baby. I'm so sorry, Rosa."