The rain beated rhythmically on the car windows, as if quietly beckoning her to offer it entrance into the lonely car interior. Stacy Keibler rested her cheek against the cool glass and wondered if the weather would pick up. Her migraine was getting worse by the minute as she looked in the rear-view mirror to glance at her best friend Trish Stratus and her boyfriend Randy Orton arguing about something that seemed to burgeon. It was too bad that Torrie couldn't make it, but she had already made plans to visit her parents in Illinois. Trish, Torrie and herself usually did everything together.

Next to her, John Cena was driving. She wasn't exactly close friends with him, but she only came on this trip because Trish forced her to. Just like Randy forced John. Trish and Randy had always tried to get Stacy and John to be friends. It wasn't exactly a smooth ride though.

"I don't believe it…"

John rearranged his hat, frustrated.

Stacy lifted her head up groggily and assumed the thing she had dreaded before going on their road trip. They were lost. Of course Trish had constantly reassured her about having planned the trip weeks before hand, but etched in the back of Stacy's mind, she always had ambivalent feelings about it.

"Oh no," she sighed.

Trish and Randy had stopped fighting, but there was an ominous silence hanging in the air.

Stacy closed her eyes and began to drift into a deep sleep, but an abrupt halt forced her to leave her fictitious, peaceful surroundings.

Their car had ended up on the side of the road, the rain holding off for the moment. John mumbled something under his breath and got out of the car, Randy in pursuit.

"Stace?"

Stacy turned her head to face Trish.

"You have been really quiet…are you ok?"

It took longer than usual for her to process the words.

"Uh…yeah I guess. I just have a headache. What happened?"

"This piece of junk happened," Trish said, sarcastically indicating to their old car. "I told Randy to check this car before we left!"

As Trish got out to check what was wrong with the car, Stacy stared blankly at the Dark sky above. It was only early afternoon, but she knew that they wouldn't reach their destination until late at night.

She decided to go outside to find out what was wrong. Seeing John and Randy both under the hood of the car, she knew that it wasn't good.

"Damn it", John muttered. "Of all the times it had to breakdown…" He threw the rag to the ground and walked away from the car to contemplate.

"How did I know this was going to happen?" Trish asked, her tone aloof.

"Look," Randy asked turning to face his girlfriend. "Are you just going to stand there and make remarks or are you going to make yourself useful?"

Trish glared at him.

"Excuse me, but it wasn't my fault that you actually trusted this piece of trash that you call a car!"

Randy shook his head and turned back to try to work on the problem. Stacy knew that this wasn't the end of their disagreement.

"Stace, can I borrow your phone?" Trish asked, irritated.

"Sure, it's in my bag. Although im not sure if the battery's working…"

"Trish," Randy interrupted, as he popped his head around the hood. "If you are trying to call your manicurist, you won't be able to get reception out here," he indicated at the uninhabited terrain.

Trish shot him yet another penetrating glare. "Don't be so certain of who I was going to call Randy. I was actually going to reschedule your appointment with your mental therapist."

She smirked and climbed into the car.

Stacy hugged her arms around herself. It was getting cold…and where was John? She turned to find him sitting on the curb of the deserted road. She decided to go and cheer him up. He had spent so long organising this trip, but it had turned out to be a failure.

"Hey."

He continued to stare at the ground. Stacy wasn't sure if he heard her. She sat down beside him.

"So uh…Randy should have the car working soon."

"What makes you think that?" He asked her, in an angry voice. John's outburst took Stacy by surprise.

"Well…I…I don't know." Stacy said awkwardly.

"Of course you don't know. Geez Stace…I don't know."

"Well…the trip was fun so far. I really liked the scenery in…"

"Stop trying to be so optimistic," He spoke through gritted teeth. "Im sick of it just…leave me alone."

"Hey, im just trying to help. What's your problem anyway?"

John suddenly stood up.

"What's my problem? You Stace, you are my problem! Do you think the situation between us is ever going to be mutual if you keep trying so hard? Just get lost, I don't need your sympathy!"

"Sympathy?" Stacy asked, her voice hoarse. "I am not taking pity on you, Cena. I am just trying to make the most out of a bad situation!"

"You know what Stace? Whatever. I don't care anymore."

Stacy stared up at him and scoffed. "Since when did you care? You never in your life cared!"

"Shut up…just shut up!" He glared down at her, wondering what was wrong with himself. He had never made an effort to be nice to her.

Stacy was lost for words. She stood up with in silence on the verge of tears, and brushed past him.

Randy was still under the hood with Trish standing behind him, arms folded.

"Hows the car coming along?" Stacy asked in a shaky voice.

"Ha, I think Randy is trying to resuscitate a tin can. If this night gets any worse, tell me because I won't be able to notice it."

"Trish, for crying out loud. Go sit in the car or something."

Stacy couldn't take much more of this.

"Listen, we need to find a gas station or something. There has to be one around, otherwise we will be stuck here over night."

"Stacy's right," Randy said, giving up on the car. "Any ideas on how we get there?"

"Well, the only way is to walk."

"Fine, I will go. I need to get away from here," Randy explained, slamming down the bonnet.

"Well, are you sure you want to go by yourself?" Trish asked, concerned.

Stacy smiled and rolled her eyes. It was amusing to listen to them arguing half the day, and to know that they still loved each other.

"Sure Trish," Randy grinned.

"Trish! Wait, you can't leave me here alone with him!" Stacy cried.

"Hey, don't worry. Who knows, something might happen," She added with a wink.

"No, no don't…please don't."

Trish hugged her upset friend. "I will be back soon."

Trish ran to catch up with Randy, and they disappeared into the thick fog. Stacy glanced around for John. He was standing by the roadside, staring down the road. She decided she liked it better when the distance between them was large. She climbed into the cool interior of the useless car and picked up her phone. She realised that her phone was just as useless as the car itself- the battery was completely dead.

She let out an exasperated sigh and reclined back in the worn-polyester seat. Staring out the window, she could tell that the weather was in fact, not going to get any better. The clouds seemed to grow darker each second, the shadow silhouetting a skeletal tree standing amidst the dim light, which was being cast from a street lamp. Behind was what seemed like an eternity of blackness. How were Randy and Trish going to make it in such limited light? And, in addition to that, how far was the next gas station? It could be only a couple of miles, sure…but what if it was more than that? Stacy shivered. Not purposefully trying to add to her list of negative facts, she could tell that a big storm was gliding in. She suddenly feared for the safety of her two friends, and jumped out of the car. She had to get them back. They could wait till the morning when there was enough light. But how far had they gone? Panicking, she set off into a fast run down the deserted street. She passed John and started off into the blackness.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" John shouted from behind her.

Stacy stopped and turned to face him, crossing her arms.

"If you are trying to prove to me that you do care, you are doing an extremely poor job of it."

"Well, do you expect me to let you just run off like that? Where were you going?"

"I am going to catch up with Randy and Trish…"

"Had enough of me, huh?" He smirked.

Stacy glared at him. He had no respect whatsoever. She spun around and started to walk away.

"Wait," John said, grabbing her hand. "I am not letting you walk out there by yourself. Trish and Randy will be fine."

"I think that's up for me to decide," she explained, snatching her wrist out of his grasp.

"Stacy, look. You have two choices. Stay here and wait for Trish and Randy. On the other hand, you can try to go and find them…but even if you do, im not going to let you anyway. So either way, you are staying here."

Stacy stared at him, shocked.

"Why do you care? Unless I'm mistaken, earlier you did tell me to…what was it? Oh right…to get lost! I don't get you sometimes!"

John scratched the back for his neck.

"You need to get your facts straight, Cena. If you chose to hate me fine, if you chose to befriend me, so be it. But chose one or the other because you are confusing me to a point where I don't know what to think."

"I don't hate you Stace…its just…"

"You don't hate me? Then that was just a friendly conversation we had earlier?"

"Stace, there are things about me that you wouldn't understand. Can you just stay here?"

She stared into the distance, trying to process what she had just heard.

"Fine," she said.

She turned defeated back towards the car. All Stacy could do now was hope and pray that Trish and Randy were going to make it, unscathed. She hopped once again inside the car onto the passenger seat. She was about to nod off when the hood of the car sprang up. John was trying to work on the car again. Stacy wondered why he was under the hood considering that they already figured it had an empty fuel tank- although it was hard to tell due to the broken fuel gauge. Never the less, she decided not to be useless and try to help. Stacy jumped out of the car and walked slowly around the bonnet.

"Uh...John?"

Her voice sounded distant and husky.

He turned to face her, his expression vague.

"I was wondering if you needed any help."

"No I'm fine," he replied, returning to work on the problem.

Stacy stood behind him, feeling alone. She turned around and stared down the empty road, the fog slowly swallowing up the black gravel.

"Actually, can you grab me that bottle of water in the glove box?"

Stacy turned to obey the inadequate request. She grabbed the water bottle and handed it back to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking a gulp.

Stacy wandered down the road for a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of any civilisation. She sighed and wondered how long it would be until Trish and Randy come back.

Suddenly, without even the slightest warning, rain started to pour out of the sky, which had been eagerly waiting. Stacy turned quickly, and started to run back towards the car.

She was near the passenger door when she slipped on the muddied gravel road and hit her head against the side of the car.