Molly hurried back to her bed. "What are you doing," she didn't even feel him grab her arms at first. He pulled her off the bed shaking her in her face. Those eyes that shined had done dark. And Molly was terrified. "You think this is funny," he yelled in her face. Molly couldn't caught her breath. She was crying and her arms started to hurt. It felt like he might snap them. "This is not a game," he kept yelling. His head spin, how could they be here? How were they going to get out of it? Now the world knew.

"Seth," Joe yelled. "Let her go!" Colby didn't hear him, he kept his grip tight. Joe grabbed Colby by the hair pulling him back. He let Molly go and she fall to the bed. Jonathan scooped down and grabbed her up.

"What are you doing," Joe yelled.

"The cops are looking for her, it is in the papers and news" Colby was out of breath pointing at her. Dean was moving her away from them. "You don't put your hands on a woman," Joe shoved him. Colby fell forward grabbing Joe by the waist taking him down. They rolled on the floor, Molly only looked on in terror.

"This was a long time coming" Dean voice was calm, "let them get it out."

They ended up against a wall, both out of breath. Joe with a bloody lip and a hand full of Colby's hair. He stood coughing his breath holding his hand out for Colby. He looked up and slowly took Joe's hand, Joe pulled him to his feet. "Sorry," Colby pushed his hair back. 'This is fucked up."

"Yeah," Joe wiped his month. "What are we going to do?"

"I have no idea, we know nothing about her. Why we are here, how long. Paul and his bullshit." Colby hit the wall.

"Maybe we talk to her," Joe shrugged.

"Can't hurt now," Colby tossed his hand up.

Dean sat on the coach with Molly, she caught glancing up stairs. "They are fine," Jonathan waved. He watched her. "What kind of cat do you have?"

"Just a cat," Molly looked at him. He asked the weirdest questions at the weirdest time.

"I had a cat," Jonathan shifted his weight, "I am a dog guy." Molly had to laugh out loud.

"You shouldn't have done that," his voice dropped. Molly swallowed hard, she saw Joe and Colby coming down the stairs. She started backing her self into the corner of the coach. "I am sorry" Colby looked down. Molly looked at him. She didn't say anything she heard the quivering in his voice.

"Listen," Joe sat next to her. "How do you know Paul?"

"Paul," Molly questioned. "I don't know a Paul." They all looked at each other.

"Ok, Triple H," Jonathan asked. Molly only shook her head.

"You really don't know." Colby put his hands in his hair.

"What the hell."

"You don't know anything about," Joe searched for the words. They all were afraid to tell her who they were.

"Who are you," Molly asked.

"We are," Jonathan stopped trying to explain this all was becoming hard.

"Look," Colby finally sat himself in front of her. "We work for or train with Paul. At NXT in Florida he was the one who asked us to take you. Do you know any one there or anything about it."

"No, I have never heard of it. I have never been to Florida," Molly looked down at him.

"Wait," Joanthan jumped up finding the lap top. "Here he turned it to her," she looked at the picture and nothing. She had never seen this man. "He married Stephanie McMahon." Molly only looked blankly. "They own the WWE."

"I have only heard the name WWE but never watched. My mother wouldn't let me." Molly shrugged.

"Ok, how about" Jonathan turned the lap top around "him." Molly looked close at the screen. "Vince McMahon."

"He died right," Molly remembered Carrie telling her. "Wait," she looked clearer. "He use to come to were my mom worked. When she worked at the diner." Molly pulled the lap top to her. "Yeah that is him."

"Why," Joe asked.

"I don't know. I would go with her on the weekend. He would come now and than. Like I don't know once a month. I just remember my mom didn't like him there. She always told me to go in the back." Molly handed Dean back the lap top. "He only talked to me once. His voice was huge," she laughed. The room fall silence.

"Well," Jonathan started typing away. "Lucky I am not just good looking."

"What are you doing" Joe asked.

"I am really good with a computer," Jonathan shrugged. "We all have a trail."