"So long, Boston."

At nineteen years old, Ely was both undeniably reckless and unfruitfully restless. For the past four years she made the Clarence's home her own, and still it had not been enough for her wild desires. When she had turned six years old both her parents were killed in a tragic car accident that ultimately changed her carefree life forever. At that young age, with no other means of parental support she was taken from her warm home in Gloucester, Massachusetts to a cold and unfamiliar orphanage in Boston. It was there she was introduced to wrestling, the WWF and her hero, 'The King' Triple H. After the orphanage she bounced from foster home to foster home, until Mrs. Clarence took her in at the age of fourteen.

She tucked her glove-less hand under her armpit to protect it from the still coldness inside the truck that she was currently hiding in. She had convinced her best friend and reluctant partner-in-crime to help her sneak into a WWE equipment truck in order for her to find a way into the business. She had wanted to be a wrestling superstar since she saw Chyna enter the Royal Rumble and then later go on to hold the Intercontinental Championship belt. A man's belt.

"So cold." She muttered as her teeth chattered in the darkness.

She had to admit, this time she may have gone too far. She had no idea how long she had been inside this truck only that it left the arena it was parked in before she hid inside. When she persuaded Petey to help her she knew they would not be able to get inside the arena for the Royal Rumble, but she was hopeful she would be able to find a way to leave with the company. When she saw the trucks she knew that was her only way!

It had been so easy! Too easy – once Petey left she heard the distinctive slam of the door closing and an hour or two later it was reopened as men loaded in crates full of gear and supplies. She hid behind the large boxes that had already been inside and no one was the wiser to her presence. She had eaten her sandwich shortly after that and when her flashlight died, she put her book back in her knapsack. The truck finally moved sometime in the mid a.m. and she was hoping they would be arriving soon at the next destination as it was freezing cold inside the eighteen-wheeler. Closing her eyes, she hugged her knees tighter to her body and rested her head on the side of a metal crate. Drowsiness took over her and in a matter of minutes Ely was fast asleep.


"Hey Sofie…" Calvin sat down. He had a major problem on his hands and he found his knees weak for the first time since Vince McMahon hired him thirteen years ago. "Please call me back as soon as possible. We have a situation."

He hung up and walked back to the Providence arena where his trucks were parked for Raw tonight. Calvin Garcia was the general manager for the equipment, set up and transportation of the WWE. He oversaw all the trucks and crew and it was his responsibility to ensure that the gear they used was safe and up to standards with the Health & Safety board of the United States. Today he had found a child in one of the trucks and he was freaking out. On top of that, his right hand man quit after the Royal Rumble pay-per-view last night leaving him a man short.

God forbid if Vince was in one of his moods – he would lose his job for sure. The entire crew and possible even Sofie Sinclair may be let go. Sofie was the Touring Manager for Raw – also fiancée of Randy Orton – and responsible for anything Raw (and pay-per-views) related.

His phone vibrated and he immediately picked up. "Sof. This is bad."

There was alarm in her voice. "What the hell happened? You're scaring me."

"We found a kid in one of our trucks today. Must have thought it was Cena's truck since his picture was on the outside. We have some kid from Boston here… I'm going to lose my job. Our paramedic is with the boy now. Sofie, it can get to negative thirty Fahrenheit inside those trucks in the winter and this scrawny kid had a vest and a thin jacket. He was sleeping when we found him."

Sofie gasped. "What?"

"I know. If this gets out it could actually ruin this company. It could be the end of everything and I'll be known as the guy that ruined wrestling. Jesus Christ."

"Calm down, Calvin. Are you at the Providence arena?" Sofie asked.

"Yes. We just got here."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Stay calm and get that kid warm." She said and promptly hung up the phone.

He walked over back to Pete - the on-site paramedic - who was examining the young boy. The kid looked pale while he shivered in his chair and Calvin wondered how old he was. He was tall for a child but scrawny and unruly. He would guess he was fourteen or fifteen and his parents were probably in hysterics at this point.

"Hello, I'm Pete – I'm here to help you." The young medic spoke. "You're very cold, I'm afraid you suffered a bit of frostnip but it's not severe." He spoke to Calvin, lowering his voice.

"Luckily there was no hypothermia or frost bite."

"Petey?" The boy murmured and the two men exchanged looks. Pete continued his check-up and nodded: "I'm here" which seemingly calmed down the boy.

"My name is Calvin. We found you inside one of out trucks. Do you remember how you got there?"

He shook his head slowly, unsure.

Calvin sighed. "Are you hungry?"

"Y-yes."

Calvin motioned for one of his crew members to approach them. "Joe – can you get us some soup or something hot?"

"Yes, boss."

He continued asking questions but he was having little luck getting anything important out of the kid. Frustration was building and he wished Sofie would get here already – he was not very good with children. Once Joe came back with food and warmth returned to the child's face, conversation continued slightly better. Sofie arrived with Randy and relief washed over Calvin.

"Thank God." He said.

Sofie approached them slowly. She was wearing a dark green swallowtail dress which complimented her curves perfectly and her wavy brown hair was pinned back giving her an air of elegance.. She looked at him cautiously, then the child and he nodded, unsure of what else to do.

"Hello, I'm Sofie." The boy nodded but continued eating. "What's your name?"

"Ely."

"Ellie?" she asked, unsure.

"No, eee-LIE." He said lowering his baseball cap.

"Can we call your parents, Ely? I'm sure they are very, very worried about you." Sofie said calmly.

"Doubt that."

"Did you get into a fight with them? Is that why you hid in our truck?" She asked.

"No."

"What's your last name?"

"Ca… Parker."

"Hmm. Alright. Ely, you want to get a tour of the building while we wait for the police to get here?"

"The police? You don't have to call the police! I didn't do nothing wrong!" Ely stood in a panic and the cap that was sitting on his head fell to the floor. He quickly picked it up and slammedit back on his head. Not before Sofie realized two things.

One: Ely was not, without a shadow of doubt, a boy. She was definitely female and had the most delicate face she had ever seen, with extremely light green oval eyes and long sandy-hair tied in a braid. Two: She was also no child and Sofie guessed the girl must be at least eighteen years old. "Randy, darling?" She turned to her fiancée who was a few feet behind her. At the name, Ely perked up. "Can you show our friend Ely backstage?"

He gave Sofie a puzzled look. "Yeah, of course."

"Hey, I'm Randy." He stretched out a hand and Ely shook it.

"Oh my God, you're Randy Orton. Oh my God. I'm Ely."

"Let's go for a tour, shall we?"

As the two disappeared backstage, Sofie sat down with Calvin who was shaking his head. "The boy is lying, his name definitely isn't Parker."

"I know. He's also not a he. Ely is a girl."

Calvin's eyes bulged open. "What!"

"Ely is older too, can't be certain how old. I wonder what kind of trouble she's in. I think you should let me handle Vince, and meanwhile just keep Ely busy. She's not a child so we're safe in that regard. If it comes to it, we can charge her with trespassing and not suffer any consequences." Her head was throbbing and she rubbed the side of her temple. "We should contact Boston, see if there are any missing person reports in the last twenty-four hours and see if our girl matches any of them. I'll call Marianne and see if she can do it discreetly."

Calvin stood. "Sofie, thank you so much for doing this – I don't know what I would have done."

"No problem, we'll figure it out. Look, don't reveal to her that you know she's a girl. She's obviously hiding it for a reason."

He nodded. "No problem."

"I'm going to catch up to Randy and Ely."

"Thank you, Sofie. I owe you huge." Relief poured over Calvin.

"Yes, I can safely say you do."