It was a cold, rainy day. Dozens were gathered at the funeral of professional wrestler, John William Reily, better known as ECW Superstar Hush. It was a private ceremony; no fans, no strangers. Just close friends and family. As the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground, a young woman with a small child in her arms began weeping uncontrollably. The child, less than a year old, gazed into the deep, dark earth that would be his father's final resting place. Beside them stood a large man with his head bowed down in respect and grief. He glanced towards the child and smiled, though there was not a single happy thought in his head. With a deep breath, he sighed and left the crowd.

"Goodbye, John." Triple H said to himself quietly.

"You were a good soldier. In the end you honored me."

He walked passed a dying old tree. He felt its rough exterior against his hand and compared the similarities. They were both withered and old. Soon, the end will come for him as well. This has been a good life, he decided. But it can still be better. A black limo pulled up at the pavement. Triple H opened the limo door and stepped inside. Inside was a man dressed in black with his eyes towards the environment outside. Neither man spoke until they were far away from the cemetery.

"It's been two weeks. Where have you been?"

"Doing your job whilst you were out mourning."

"Jason, I realize you and Hush were not the best of friends, but show respect. Even the dead have ears."

Jason Teague turned towards Triple H. The man was different now. He seemed to have aged quite a lot in a short amount of time. The laughter in his voice was gone. Only a sense of duty and seriousness left. Sometimes Triple H wondered if disbanding the man's only family in the WWE, DX 2.0, had cost him his happiness. Jason held a piece of paper in his hand and gave to Triple H.

"What's this?"

"It's your contract," Jason said sheepishly, "You have a rematch clause, remember?"

"I remember."

"And it expires this month."

Triple H meticulously read the fine print. It was true. His WWE contract will in fact, expire at the end of July, the day after the Great American Bash. Jason took a sip of water and continued to stare out the window. The rain had just gotten worse. It was a rare rainy day in the middle of summer. Triple H bent over, suddenly feeling excruciating pain in his stomach. He took some pills from out of his pocket and swallowed them dry.

"Don't go overboard with those pills unless you want to have a drug problem."

"Relax, Jason. It's prescribed." Triple H said weakly.

"Yeah, well how do you explain the hallucinations you've been having?"

"An unfortunate side-effect…it will come to pass."

"Whatever you say, so what's the plan?"

"The usual: Exercise my rematch clause and get my title back at The Great American Bash."

Jason didn't reply. He simply smiled at Triple H and turned back towards the window. Triple H suddenly felt drowsy, dropping his pills on the floor. Soon he had fallen into a deep sleep in his seat. Jason picked up his pills and examined it. Afterwards he placed them back into Triple H's pocket and urged their driver to get to the hotel faster.