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(Friday)

Punk and Cena made their way through the small B&B on the outskirts of New Orleans, making their way to their assigned rooms on the second floor.

"About a million hotels, cabin rentals, you name it in New Orleans and you picked this place in the middle of nowhere." John sighed. "You sure you wanna spend a month here?"

"It's fine John. It's quiet and away from everyone. That is the point of this month off. To have some time to myself. I was damn lucky that I got the time off." Punk said.

"Well after you stretched the ligaments in your knee, Paul was more than happy to give you time to relax. But why here? Why not Chicago?" John asked.

"We have been through this. I wanted a change of scenery." Punk said.

John and Punk walked down the hall, finding their rooms next to each other. Punk opened the door to his room and stepped inside, careful of his braced knee. He saw a neatly made bed, a small couch with coffee table and a bathroom off to the side. John walked in the room having just put his stuff in his own room.

"It is kinda homey even if it is out of the way." John said.

"Downtown New Orleans is not that far, I will still be able to do anything I want while here. Out here, I can get some peace and quiet." Punk said.

"As long as you're happy. I just came along for a few days. I gotta get back for the Monday show." John said and Punk nodded.

"I appreciate you coming along." Punk said. "And I think Jeff is gonna stop down at some point while I am here too."

"Some relaxation, some friends, some rest on your knee….sounds great." John smiled.

One of the owners walked in. "Nice to see you gentlemen are getting settled in." he said. "I am Tom Beauchene. I believe my parents checked you two in."

"Yes, we met them earlier. You work here too?" John asked.

"The Beauchene Inn has been in the family for years…since the late 1800's." Tom smiled. Tom had dark black hair with brown eyes. John chuckled thinking Tom looked like a shorter version of Shane McMahon.

"It's a nice place." Punk said.

"Thank you; hope you enjoy your stay with us. There is a pool out back. Several trails that lead to Lake Pontchartrain. A fire pit and you may use the veranda anytime you like. If there is anything else you need help with or have questions about just ask." Tom said.

"What time is housekeeping usually done?" Punk asked.

"Mom usually cleans the rooms after breakfast, so between 9-11." Tom said.

"Any other guests here right now?" John asked.

"Just one, a young lady and her dog…we try to be pet friendly especially since she is staying with us the entire summer." Tom smiled. "I believe she is out right now."

"Thanks." Punk smiled.

Tom smiled and walked out of the room.

"I bet there are mosquitos everywhere." John looked out towards the lake.

"I will pick up some bug repellant." Punk said.

"I should probably take a nap. Didn't sleep much last night." John said. "Later you wanna head into New Orleans…find something to do for the evening?"

"Sounds good." Punk said. "How about…."

He was interrupted by the sound of loud barking.

"Rocky…it's okay. Be quiet." A girl's voice followed.

They heard someone coming up the stairs and suddenly a woman with a large dog appeared outside Punk's door. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail. The dog saw them and barked briefly.

"Rocky! That is enough!" she said and then noticed John and Punk inside the open door. "Oh hi, you must be the new guests. Tom told me some gentlemen had checked in."

"Hey….is he okay?" John nodded towards the dog.

"Oh Rocky…he is fine. He is really a big teddy bear but ever since we checked in here a few weeks ago, he seems uneasy. Restless. Maybe he is just adjusting to new surroundings. Of course for some reason he hates the Beauchene's. Barks every time he sees one of them or if they even walk by the room." She shrugged.

"He is a good looking dog…blue tick hound?" John asked.

"Yeah, he is my baby. Had him three years now." She smiled.

John walked over to the hall and let the dog smell his hand, when he didn't show signs of aggression, John patted his head. "I am John by the way."

"Oh, I am sorry, where are my manners? I am Evalena. Evalena Cole. Guess I am staying across the hall from you. Please excuse how I look, I just came back from a jog. I promise I will look human after a shower." She chuckled and shook John's hand.

"It's fine." John chuckled.

Punk made his way into the hall. "This is my friend, Punk. He will be staying the month here." John said.

"You go by Punk?" she shook his hand.

"Nickname….Phil is my real name." he said and let the dog smell his hand.

Evalena looked as if she were going to say something but frowned. She shook her head and smiled. "Think I will stick with Punk….Phil just….I'll stick with Punk."

"Tom mentioned you were staying the whole summer?" Punk asked.

"Yes, I always wanted to come to Louisiana so when I wanted to get away for a while…seemed like the perfect time." Evalena smiled.

"This place seems good for that." Punk agreed.

"I hate to run but I need to shower. I am sure we'll see each other around, this place isn't very big." She smiled. "It was nice meeting both of you."

"Nice meeting you too." John smiled as Evalena started into her room.

"Rocky as in the Stallone movie?" Punk asked suddenly.

Evalena turned and smiled. "Nah….Rocky as in 'Rocky Top'….this girl is a proud member of the Big Orange Nation."

Evalena shut the door to her room after Rocky followed her in. John and Punk walked back into Punk's room.

"At least you won't be lonely. She seems friendly." John said.

"At least she didn't recognize us. I don't think I could deal with a month of a groupie following me around." Punk said.

"I am going to get that nap now. Wake me when you wanna head out." John said and

headed towards his own room.

(11PM)

John and Punk were sitting behind the inn, next to a small bonfire in the fire pit that Tom had built at their request. Going into New Orleans had not worked out well for them so they had decided to just relax at the inn for the evening.

"Dinner was nice, even if things got crazy at the club we tried." John chuckled.

"It's all your fault. Those crazy girls practically causing a riot over you." Punk rolled his eyes.

"It was two of them….although two of the most persistent fans I have seen in a while." John chuckled.

"How about tomorrow we head over to the lake? Maybe we can swim or go fishing or something?" Punk offered.

"Sounds good. Just careful of your knee." John said.

"Doctor says it is healing great." Punk said.

Punk and John looked up at the sound of footsteps and chuckling. They saw Evalena with her dog walking around the side of the inn. Rocky barked a few times and ran towards them but stopped when he reached them. John reached over to pet him.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt. I was just bringing Rocky out before turning in for the night." Evalena smiled. She was now dressed in jeans and a tank top with her hair in soft curls reddish brown curls down her back.

"No interruption, always got time for a Volunteers fan." John gave her one of his dimpled smiles. "Pull up a seat, want something to drink."

"You sure you don't mind?" she asked.

"It's cool. You want a beer or Pepsi?" Punk asked.

Again she looked like she wanted to say something but stopped. She smiled, "I'll take a Pepsi."

"So where are you from and what has you spending the entire summer here?" John asked.

"I am from outside Knoxville, Tennessee." She smiled as Punk handed her a Pepsi and she sat down in the empty chair between Punk and John, Rocky lying at her feet.

"Explains why you love the Volunteers." John said. "And you're here because?"

"I am writing a book. I finished all the research a few weeks ago and decided to come here for the summer to write it. Peace and quiet, new surroundings to keep me refreshed and inspired." Evalena smiled.

"Writing a book? What about?" Punk asked.

"An unsolved mystery of two fires in Indiana where the same man was declared dead in both…ten years apart." Evalena smiled.

"What the fuck?" Punk said. "Sorry, I don't know you well enough to talk like that in front of you."

"Oh it's fine. I am a criminal psychologist…believe me, I have heard much worse." She chuckled.

"Why is a psychologist writing on an unsolved mystery?" John asked.

"I heard of the case years ago and thought I would broaden my horizons...try my hand at writing." Evalena said.

"So how did one man die twice?" Punk asked.

"It's a long story….with lots of theories and such." Evalena said. "I would be happy to tell you about it some time."

"Sounds like it could be…." Punk started but Rocky suddenly started growling.

"Rocky?" Evalena looked at him.

Rocky started growling and got to his feet, Evalena grabbed his collar to keep him from running. Rocky barked loudly.

John saw Tom walking towards them.

"Rocky, that is enough." Evalena tried calming the dog but nothing worked.

"Is everything okay with our guests? I wanted to check in before going to bed for the evening." Tom said as Rocky growled and barked, his hair standing up as if warning off a predator.

"Everything is fine. We'll see you in the morning." Punk answered.

Tom nodded. "Goodnight then."

Tom walked away and when he was out of sight, Rocky calmed down.

"What is with your dog?" Punk asked.

"I have no idea. Rocky has always loved everyone. But he hates the Beauchene's. It's so weird. I mean look…he likes you two." Evalena said.

"Well he seems fine now." John patted the dog.

"Where are you guys from?" Evalena asked.

"I'm from Chicago and John is from near Boston….we work together." Punk answered.

Evalena looked like she wanted to say something but stopped again. "It's nice to have some other guests around. In the two weeks I been here I have only seen one other guest and she left last week."

"Punk wanted peace and quiet." John said.

"Plenty of that around here." She chuckled.

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