Trish shivered under her blanket. She trudged to her bedroom and grabbed a blanket off of her bed and went back to the couch in the living room. She crawled under it and stayed there, still reliving the horror of that day in July. However, she left the comfort of the cloth barrier when she heard a knock at the door.

Trish walked so slowly to the door that she was nearly tiptoeing. She lifted herself onto her toes so she could peek out of the window on the top of the door so she could see who it was. She assumed it was going to be Shawn and Randy, but…

But if it was Ron…Trish didn't know what she would do.

Luckily for her and everything that was fragile in her house, it was indeed Shawn and Randy. Trish could see the top of Shawn's cowboy hat peeking out from the window. She smiled to herself before opening the door.

"Trish, we—" Shawn started, but Trish nearly knocked him down as she launched herself into a hug with him. "It's nice to see you, too, Trish," Shawn said, gently patting her back.

"Thank you for coming," she sobbed, a very light stream of tears coming down from her eyes. After she broke away from Shawn, she turned her attention to Randy. She did the same thing to him that she did to Shawn. "Thank you, Randy. Thank you so much…"

Randy's eyes widened as Trish crashed into him. His crystal blue eyes looked down at the top of the much shorter woman's blonde head. She buried her face into his chest and the only thing he could do was embrace her back.

Trish invited the two men in her home, not for the first time, but possibly the last. "I don't want to stay here," Trish informed them.

"I don't blame you," Shawn said. "Can't you just back your stuff up and leave?"

"I wish I could, Shawn. But I can't take anything until the divorce is settled. Besides, I don't even know where Ron is. I'm assuming he's at his parents house again, but now…I can't be so sure."

"Just leave, Trish. Just take everything and leave. It's just as simple as that," Shawn explained.

"No, it isn't," Trish countered. "I feel stalked ever since I told you guys about this. I feel as if Shane is looming over me wherever I go. I feel like Ron is peeking at me through the windows of the house. Besides, I don't have anywhere to turn to."

"Yes, you do," Randy said, finally talking. "You can stay with me in St. Louis."

"Randy…" Shawn said, but it was Trish who took all of the attention.

"Really, Randy?" Trish smiled, her eyes glistening.

Randy smiled back at her. No, he wasn't really thinking rationally, but he deeply cared for Trish. She was a good friend, and he wanted to see her happy. Maybe finally he'd have someone around the house to talk to, and his home life wouldn't be so lonely. He hadn't had a girlfriend for quite some time since his road schedule was quite consuming, so having a woman around in any sense would be quite some change.

"Yeah, Trish. Really. Just take what is really yours like your clothes and stuff and I'll fly you out there tonight if there's a flight. Hell, I'll fly with you. Vince has been promising me some time off, anyways. And—"

"Randy, Vince isn't just going to give you time off," Shawn warned.

"You're right," Randy sighed, realizing that his plan was officially shot down. But then he grinned. "Unless…"

"No, Randy, I'm not doing it," Shawn said.

"Come on, Shawn. Please? Can't you see that Trish is in pain? We need to get her out of here. If you just talk to Vince…"

"Randy, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" Shawn asked without really asking. He grabbed Randy by the arm and dragged him outside. "If I do that, we'll have to tell Vince what happened."

"Fuck," Randy muttered. "We probably shouldn't do that."

"But if we do…Randy, Vince isn't a bad guy. Yeah, Shane is his son, but I don't think he'd consider Shane a son if he knew what he did to Trish."

"I'm not telling him," Randy quickly said.

"I know you won't. And do you want to know why I won't?"

"Because I don't want Trish to hate me, obviously," Randy said, rolling his eyes.

"No, because you're falling in love with her."