Rose was woken up at 8AM by something that sounded like a street evangelist was giving a sermon in her room. She pulled the blanket away to see that the Street Evangelist was in fact Mark, and for some reason, he had a very happy look on his face.
"What d'you want, bigfoot?" Croaked a sleepy Rose. "Come on, get up and get ready," Mark said, almost jumping on the spot. It was a very strange way to behave so early in the morning. "Get up?" Rose objected. "Why? Where are we going?"
"You're coming on tour with me, so get up and get ready"
"But I haven't packed any- WHAT!" Rose suddenly realised what Mark said.
Before Mark could answer, Lily entered the room. "I packed your bags last night honey, you should have enough for the road."
"Mom?" Rose asked in disbelief. "You're actually okay with this?" She added, happy but overwhelmed.
"Of course," Lily answered with a smile. "You'll enjoy it. And Mark will take care of you so, why should I say no?"
"Now hurry up, short stuff," Mark said. "We got to move. There's a plane leaving at 10:30AM with our name on it."
Mark left Rose in peace with her mother as she got ready. While he was waiting, he packed his and Rose's gear in the back of his Corvette Silverado. Barely an hour later, they were on their way to the airport. Once they arrived, Mark took the bags and they checked in. Whilst the two waited for the boarding call, Rose satisfied her curiosity.
"Mark, where exactly are we going?"
"New York," Mark answered, thumbing through the Show Card and Programme that Vince had mailed him that morning. "We're going to Madison Square Garden."
"Oh cool!" Rose said. She had been in love with that place ever since she was a little girl, but had never had the chance to see it for real. "So, who are you up against?" she asked, leaning over his shoulder to look at the script.
"Triple H," Mark said, with an amused smile. "Vince has a thing for nostalgia, I guess." He was of course referring to the time Mark literally beat the blood right out of Triple H, Back home in Houston.
"I remember that match," Rose said, knowing what he was talking about and staring into space. "I got really worried when he split your head open."
"You don't need to worry about me, sis, I can take care of myself," Mark said, putting an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
"You're my big, hairy brother, Mark. Of course I'm gonna worry about you."
"Well this hairy brother wants a hairy hug," Mark joked. Rose laughed and hugged him tightly, and he did the same.
Eventually their flight number was called. Mark looked at Rose, and in a comically wild-west drawl, asked her if she was ready to go to New York.
"Why yes, sir, I am," Rose returned through laughter. "Well then we'd better move y'all out," Mark replied.
Both of them burst out laughing, feeling like children.
After a long, quiet flight...
"MARK! ROSE!" A booming voice called over the milling crowd at the airport's parking area. "HEY! OVER HERE!"
Mark looked around for the source of the voice, which wasn't hard considering his size, and spotted Glen waiting for them next to a limo in the valet area. Mark shuttled Rose and the porter bearing their luggage trolley over to the parked car.
Rose stared up at Glen. "Oh my god, Glen!" She exclamed as she finally recognised him. Glen leaned down and gave her a hug. "It's so good to see you!"
"You too," Glen answered happily. "Last time I saw you you were 12 years old and dripping from pool water," he laughed.
"It was your fault, you threw me in there," Rose laughed. Glen coughed, defeated. Rose changed the subject after a short laugh.
"So how are you doing?" she asked.
"Pretty damn well," Glen answered happily. "Got myself a girlfriend"
Rose's face lit up. "Really? Who"
"Amy Dumas."
"Lita!" Rose's mind translated. "Wow, go Glen," she said with a wink. Glen blushed.
"Yeah It's great," he said after a moment of embarrassed laughter. "Now all we gotta do is set Mark up with someone."
"What?" Mark chimed in, looking up from packing the limo at the sound of his voice. "Set me up? Set-" he realised what had been said. "I'll do that when I'm good and ready, you nosy fart," Mark said, thrusting a bag into Glen's abdomen with a laugh.
Rose couldnt help a guffaw as the bag winded Glen.
"Yeah," said Glen as they all got into the Limo. "That's good too."
The Limo whisked them away from the airport, and once again they were Back on the Road.