Glen wondered down the hallway until he reached the door he had been searching for, without knocking he walked straight in to see Mr. McMahon the owner of the WWE sitting at his desk going over some paper work. Vince looked up at the sudden intruder, and once again Glen was met with that same sorrowful look.

"I was told to come see you." Glen stated walking up to his desk, Glen wasn't one for playing games, and now his temper was starting to rise to a dangerous level.

"Glen, take a seat." Vince replied. But Glen stayed standing. " There is no easy way to say this.." Vince took a deep breath trying to think of what to say next, " Glen after taking you to the airport, no one has seen your brother. A guard at the gate saw him return to the arena, and his truck was parked there all night, however he didn't show up for his match, and no one has seen him since." Vince finished looking up at the big man, letting his words sink in. Glen took a seat and put his head in his hands, as Vince continued.

" There's more, These were all found in the parking lot near your brothers truck." Vince stated pointing to a few object he had set on his desk. Glen looked them over, the first thing he saw was his

brothers cellphone, then his keys, and one of his bandannas that he had been wearing that day. Without a word Glen stood up and walked out of Vince's office, closing the door behind him he stood still not knowing what to do. As if everything had just finally clicked. Glen lost it attacking everything in sight he punched numerous holes in the walls, flipped over tables, kicked over boxes, anything within his reach he destroyed. After a few minutes he managed to calm himself down. With his head hung low he walked right out the doors he had first came through, got back into his car, and drove off.

What in the hell is taking her so long? Mark thought impatiently as he waited for Rose to come back with his clothes. He put his head in his hands as he waited. He felt like crap, his head was pounding, he couldn't breath at all through his nose, and his chest felt like a ton of bricks were pressing against it, he started feeling sleepy again, but shook those thoughts away. No, what Mark need was to get out of here! If there was anything Mark knew it was people, and no one would help a stranger out the way this woman had done for him without wanting something in return. Especially a woman! Past experiences had taught Mark a lot about women. He knew no women would do something this sincere without wanting something in return. She was probably going to try and get money from him, just like all the other women in Mark's life had, they never wanted Mark, they wanted his name, his fame and his fortune, and all that came with it, and they would do ANYTHING to get it. He would be damned if he let another women get anything from him. No, he was going to get his clothes and be gone. Mark knew he had been here for a couple of days now, so he thought that the snow he had seen before had melted away, and he could walked down the mountain until he got to the nearest town.

" Here," Rose said handing the man his clothes, and walking into the kitchen to start diner.

Mark hastily tried to put on his clothes, however with his clouded mind he had forgotten all about the wound to his leg, looking down he noticed that it was neatly bandaged. Oh great he thought, lord knows what els she did to me while I was sleeping he thought. He winced at the pain that short through his leg as he stood up off the couch, Rose saw him put his shoes on, and curiosity got the best of her.

" Where are you going?"

" Where do you think I'm going? I'm leaving. I'm going to walk down to the nearest town, and find myself a way home." He stated walking towards the door, looking back at the woman in the kitchen he saw a a small smile spread across he lips.

" What's so funny?" He asked with one hand on the door handle.

" Oh nothing, have a safe trip." she replied her voice thick with sarcasm. Mark didn't have enough energy to play games with this woman, he just wanted to be on his way. Opening the door, he felt all hope of leaving escape his body. Looking around he saw nothing but white. The snow that he thought had melted, and quadrupled in depth, with the exception of a path way that had been shuffled the snow clearly came up to Marks knee's.

" What are you waiting for?" he heard Rose ask from the kitchen. " It'll take the average person about four days to get down the mountain, however that would be a healthy person in your condition it will take you a bout a week or so, so I'd get moving if I were you." She stated almost in a laugh. " "Geese it's just to bad you don't have any boots, I don't know how well those shoes of your are going to hold up in that thick snow." Rose continued starting to chop some vegetables. " And don't worry about the cold, I'm sure that nice sweatshirt of yours will keep you real warm at night when it drops to about 15 to 20 degrees." She finished looking up at the big man to see what his reaction would be.

Mark didn't know what to do, he shut the door, and then all of the sudden started to feel really dizzy, taking small steps he made his way over to the couch right before sleep once again over came him, and he passed out.