"So what's happened now?" Cora asked after 17 year old Amanda ended up at Cora's place… and took her sunglasses off, Cora's eyes widening after seeing the black eye Amanda had.

"I couldn't take it anymore so I cut things off with the son of a bitch." Amanda explained, Cora pulling the shaking brunette into a hug before they let go.

"You need to tell John." Cora responded.

"Cora, Randy's just gonna lie to him." Amanda replied.

"The way I see it, that'll end up being your word against his. And I know that any good brother will take their sister's word over some friend any day." Cora said in response.

"I'm gonna tell him… I just need a place to hide for a bit and something to take the headache away." Amanda replied before they sat down, Cora seeing that she hadn't slept much. "Three weeks without a full night's sleep… every time I try to, I find myself thinking back…" She responded before Cora pulled her into her arms, knowing that Amanda missed Chris, Nancy and Daniel.

"To when they were here…" Cora replied.

"I can't wrap my mind around why he would do that, Cora. They were everything to him… and he never once raised his voice to Daniel or his hands to either of them. Chris and Nancy, they had their arguments, all couples fight… but for him to kill her and their son, why?" Amanda responded.

"Mandy, I don't think anyone will ever figure out why he did what he did but he did love his family… and he couldn't face the guilt of what he had done." Cora responded before helping Amanda upstairs and into the guest room.

Out of pure exhaustion after getting cleaned off and into pajamas, Amanda was asleep… and Cora knew she needed it.

Cora headed downstairs and heard her omni-tool chanel ring, bringing up the orange display above her arm and letting it through.

"Cora, where is she?!" Randy questioned, Cora knowing that he was somewhere between drunk and sober.

"You know, if you were right in front of me right now, I'd hit you so hard in the chest with a biotic, you'll be coughing for three weeks straight!" Cora responded angrily.

"Cora, it was a misunderstanding! Just let me talk to her!" Randy replied.

"Too bad, she's sleeping and I'm not disturbing her for anyone, least of all you!" Cora responded.

Cora hung up and checked on Amanda, who was holding onto a teddy bear that Chris had given her after she had to have her tonsils removed… and Cora knew the teddy bear was a way of holding on to what was good.

'I know it's never easy to fully let go.' Cora thought before she headed to her room…

Amanda opened her eyes, the 25 year old feeling sore.

'Fuck you, Rollins, fucking asshole!' Amanda thought, her head and neck sore as a result of Seth stomping her head in and it colliding with a chair… she attempted to stand up, only for Finn to hold on tighter to her and his eyes opening. "Go on back to sleep… I'm okay." She whispered as Finn noticed how shaken she was… and knew it wasn't from the concussion, Finn lightly rubbing his right hand up and down Amanda's back.

"Talk to me." Finn responded.

"I… I wouldn't call it a nightmare exactly but I ended up at someone's house, I was about 17. She seemed like an old friend… Cora, I think was her name. And I wasn't feeling safe around the others so I hid there… if this is starting to sound crazy, let me know because I feel like I've gone crazy… I've never known anyone named Cora." Amanda replied, Finn holding her closer to him.

"I don't think so, we all have weird dreams. Sometimes I've found they can be the start of longer stories, across multiple dreams." Finn responded.

"They can… that and Seth put a lot of force into that stomp. Little jackass thinks he can take me down, I'll put him through a table whether it's scripted or not." Amanda replied, Finn lightly kissing her on the top of her head. "Even for him, that was too damn aggressive. The part that pisses me off is that he knows my medical history and still did that… I can't be around Seth anymore, it's not safe to. What if he cracks my skull or breaks my neck? Is he that angry at me that he's trying to kill me?" She said quietly, Finn seeing the stitches in Amanda's forehead and holding her closer to him.

"He's not getting near you again, lass. I'll always protect you." Finn responded before they both fell back into sleep.

At the same time, Seth was in the hotel bar… unable to sleep, he found himself drinking.

Until the glass of whiskey was taken from him and he saw Dianne.

"That's enough of the celebrating for you." Dianne responded angrily.

"He punched me right in the face after I went through with a scripted part of the event. Not my fault she bleeds easily." Seth replied, his tone cold… and him yelling out and falling after Dianne busted the glass over his head.

"Oh no, did I hit you too hard, Seth freakin Rollins?" Dianne questioned sarcastically, Seth pulling himself up. "You are an absolutely limitless maniac! If you end up killing Mandy, you won't give a fuck! You'll just be happy that she'd be away from people who actually care about her! You lost the right to care when you almost broke her back! And you're gonna keep claiming that Finn will hurt her?!" She yelled, Seth turning livid.

"You're damn right I will! If I have to be the sole voice of harsh truth around here, so be it!" Seth responded, Dianne looking back to the bar.

"Well I've got something to say then." Dianne said in response before she quickly downed Seth's second whiskey shot… then smashed the glass against his forehead. "Tough fucking tits to you!"

Seth fell down again and Dianne left as Seth's vision blurred… when it was somewhat clear again, he saw that he was in an ER and saw Alexa.

"You okay there, you coherent enough?" Alexa asked.

"Depends if coherent means… feeling like you were used as a parking spot for an 18 wheeler." Seth answered, managing to turn his head towards her direction.

"Well, you're concussed and stitched up… and no, I didn't see who it was who did this." Alexa replied.

"All I remember was that I saw a hand that had red nail polish on its nails…" Seth responded, Alexa briefly remembering that Amanda had been wearing red since Summerslam.

"Bright red against slightly tanned skin?" Alexa asked.

"You can't be serious… Mandy was hardly able to stand up, let alone leave the bed she shares with Balor and try to fight me." Seth responded, Alexa rolling her eyes.

"Doesn't mean we can't make it look like she did." Alexa replied.

Seth was tempted to but he also wanted the truth.