Lindsey scowled at the page, trying to solve the puzzle but she was stumped to say the least no amount of starring was helping. She leaned heavily against the back of an uncomfortable chair. "Far from forward." She repeated the clue out loud hoping that would help.

"Docile." A frustrated voice offered. Kane was leaving the anger management class angrier than he had been upon his entrance. Getting his mind off of tips on how to center one's self was priority number one. The crossword puzzle clutched in some woman's hands would suffice. She looked out of place, she looked like she'd be out of place anywhere, she looked odd. Sitting with her shoes kicked to the side, showing off her miss matched socks, cargo pants torn in places had obviously seen better days. Her shirt had a mouse peaking out of a tea pot, awkward for her age. Her hair was ratty and unkept, fried and over dyed in places, swatches of color, green, purple, red, white all stained whatever natural hair color she had. He found how she seemed not care much about her appearance somewhat endearing, confident and in it's own was attractive. Kane spent years ashamed of how he looked, it took him far into his adult life to be comfortable in a 'monster's skin, this woman was obviously comfortable in her own, however out of place she looked. He didn't notice he was staring at her till it was too late, she had clearly noticed first. There was an awkwardness that hung in the air for a moment.

"You got it!" Lindsey exclaimed putting her hand up for an air five, truing to break the ice, it lingered there for almost a minute. "No?" Lindsey brought her hand down slowly. The stoic man didn't exactly look like a high five type. 'Logistically he would be too tall to high five anyway.' She slumped into her seat.

"No!" His anger management class had left Kane defensive and short fused.

"What?" Daniel's ears perked who was yelling, more importantly why wasn't he yelling. He weaseled his way over to the conversation.

"None of your business!" Kane snapped at his classmate.

"No! This is my business!"

"You don't even know what we're talking about." Lindsey couldn't help but scoff. She couldn't tell who was more absurd. 'What is up with these people? Normally I'm the weirdest person in a room.'

"Hey don't get attitude with me!" Daniel huffed.

"Shut up!" Kane placed a hand over Daniel's beard cloaked mouth.

"No!" He squirmed away. "No!" He repeated. "No!" like a broken record he continued.

"What is he doing?" Lindsey was bug eyed. Here was a large masked man, with a macabre appearance about him, next to him was a Napoleon complexed blathering time bomb. 'I think I greatly prefer the big guy. Not as . . . annoying.' Lindsey assessed. 'And he's smart . . . I would have never guessed docile.' She smiled at Kane. 'It's the little things. Though there's nothing little about this guy.' Lindsey had to admit that Kane's commanding physical presence was also something she preferred about the big red machine.

"This is . . ." Kane let out a annoyed sighed. "Kind of his . . . thing." He rolled his eyes.

"Ahhhh! I see What's your thing?" Lindsey was now invested in this awkward duo. Kane went to lift his hands in the air.

"No!" Daniel pulled at Kane's tree trunk like arms.

"Get off!" Kane shrugged Daniel off.

"Listen Kane." Daniel motioned the giant down to his level. "You're never going to pick up chicks when you're constantly SETTING THINGS ON FIRE!" Daniel started at a whisper and grew to a yell."Who are you anyway?" Daniel finally acknowledged the woman's existence.

"I'm not trying to pick up chicks." Kane spoke in an angry hushed tone as he lifted Daniel face to face by the collar of his shirt.

"Lindsey Pen." She spoke up hoping someone heard her, finally she stood and walked over. "And you are?"

"You don't know who I am?!" Daniel shouted after Kane finally released him.

"You're so loud." Lindsey couldn't help but put her hands over her ears. Kane laughed heartily, this conversation was proving more therapeutic than the counseling he was being forced to go to. Peeling a hand off one ear Lindsey craned her neck upwards to see whatever part of Kane's face she could see. " Not to seem nosy but why . . ."

"Then don't" Kane replied quickly, knowing what she was getting at.

"Oh I . . . ok." Lindsey shrugged, feeling guilty, she had obviously touch a nerve. "Then names will do." She tried to keep a smile on her face. "Unless you're a one time visitor to the conference center . . . you'll be seeing me a lot."

"Unfortunately." Kane took another pregnant pause, glaring down at Daniel. "We will be here for quite some time." Each word sounded more and more resentful.

"That's not my fault you big freak!" Daniel snapped back.

"Yes it-"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No"

"Y-" The bickering was interrupted by a feverish beeping sound.

"That's my cue!" Lindsey shrugged. 'No headway at all . . . still no idea who they are.'

"Cue for what?" Kane's head cocked to one side.

"What could be more important than talking to me . . . international superstar DANIEL BRYAN?"

"Yes!" Lindsey cried out, jumping off the ground slightly.

"What?" Kane was a man of few words and it was showing. Maybe it was just a foil off of how much Daniel bothered him, but this girl seemed pleasant, he wasn't very good at first impressions but subconsciously he was trying, trying to look less scary, trying to sound less sadistic. He wasn't trying to pick her up, but someone to talk to, not yell at seemed enticing.

"I got one of you to reveal you're secret identity!" Lindsey had a triumphant grin on her face. "If I had more time I'd smoke out your name too masked avenger, but like I said my cue-"

"Cue for what?" Kane repeated.

"I have to get to work! I'm going to be late!" She ran back to her shoes and nearly lost balanced as she tried to hurriedly put them back on.

"This is your chance Kane offer her a ride." Daniel tried his best to whisper.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not? You afraid she's going to turn you down?" Daniel pointed over to Lindsey's seat. "Hey where'd she go?" Daniel looked from side to side.

"Down there idiot." Kane pointed to the girl sprinting down the hall.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not interested." Kane shrugged. "Now leave me alone." Kane began to scan the hallway for a door out of this horrible place.

"No!"

"Don't test me. I'm in no mood." Kane's shoulders were tensing up.

"You so are interested." Daniel retorted like a child. "And I'm willing to help you out. I'll be your wingman! I don't know if you remember Aj she-"

"I remember Aj." Kane's teeth were now grinding. 'She's the whole reason I'm here.' "And I don't need a wing man. You might have 'scored' Aj but I've been with my fair share of divas." Kane made a solid point, quality could be argued but Kane's quantity of 'flames' far out matched Daniel's. "There was Tori, Terri, Lita and as far as Aj goes-"

"No! No! No! I don't want to hear you go on and on and on . . ." Daniel stopped himself, trying 'manage' his anger. "Regardless, she's not a diva she's a spinster probably."

"A spinster?" Kane didn't quite understand.

"A prude." Daniel rephrased it. "Or maybe even homeless, who knows, she kind of looked ragged." Daniel pondered.

"Where she lives has nothing to do with it." Kane didn't approve of Daniel making sweeping judgments of Lindsey, he felt a small sliver of protection over her.

"You're right, no matter what Kane you need my help."

"Do you ever listen?"

"I'm willing to bet money that you can't get her on your own." Daniel stated boldly.

"How much?"

"What?"

"See you don't listen." Kane was getting fed up. "How much do you want to bet?"

"One hundred dollars." Daniel folded his arms confidently.

"Hn" Kane scoffed. "I wonder what Dr. Shelby would think of our friendly competition." Finally they both smiled about something. "You're on." Kane stuck out his hand for a sealing handshake.

"No!" Daniel did not move a muscle, other than his favorite, his mouth.

"You're impossible." Kane shook his now aching head as they split ways.