A flurry of activity went on through the late hours of the morning. Randy made phone calls while I did my best to keep myself entertained and out of his way. He never really calmed down after the mysterious phone call and I felt bad that I had ever gone to his home and caused this burden on him. We never got to talk in depth after that call and all I could wonder was if Randy was angry at the call or me, maybe even both. There was nothing I could do to assist him except give in to the demands which was strictly prohibited as far as Randy had said.

"You ready to go?" Randy hovered over me antsy and irritated.

"Go? Where are we supposed to be going?" I didn't think I would be heading anywhere with him while we were there.

"I have a promo to do; it's in town up the road. It's not really work." He squinted trying hard to convince me that his schedule was still considered clear when we both knew he was trying to convince himself. I had nowhere else to be so I gathered my things and we were out the door driving once again through the traffic.

We stopped and parked in a busy industrial area, many people were walking about, some with equipment and others sipping their coffees. Whatever he had to do was jam packed with people that were assisting and participating in the process. As soon as we got out of the car I heard random cries from the distance. Dean had spotted Randy and was calling him over closer the some of the more quaint buildings away from the set. I was happy to see him again and decided this time I would go easy on him.

"Hey you little hang around!" He waved to me as we got closer. I smirked and shook my head back and forth, "You'll never learn will you?" He tensed as I spoke to him; he thought I was still angry. "I'll drop kick you if I have to but I don't feel like it today." I stuck my tongue out at he and he relaxed giving me a half hug once we were in the vicinity.

"Good to see you again."

They talked about who needed to be where and when they needed to be in certain places. The whole promo was for a holiday commercial that supported local charities so many of the wrestlers were there. I saw Natalya in passing and she offered for me to train with her some more. I politely told her I didn't know if I could and continued to follow Randy closely. At least this time we didn't stick out so bad around everyone. Even Hunter was there doing interviews and directing traffic on the set. I hoped he didn't notice our presence and thought we did well getting by until Randy called out to him making us noticeable. I tried to stay behind, but Randy wouldn't let me so I followed in tow afraid of what Hunter would say to us.

"Got a minute?" Randy said as he leaned in to Hunter's shoulder. Hunter nodded in agreement and I could see Randy's lips still moving but there was too much static from the people around us for me to hear. Randy motioned for me to stay there at the chair that was set out for the previous interviews, my shoulders sagged in disappointment. I didn't want to be apart from Randy but did what I was told. They walked off in to the distance between the buildings but not out of eyesight. I looked on trying not to seem so interested in their chat and when I turned back around multiple people were now gathered as a group. I chewed my nails; I wanted to know what was so important that I couldn't be let in on it.

I sat in the one of the makeshift folding chairs. The guys were taking a while and sitting helped calm my nerves. Crowds bothered me, and they bothered me more now that I had someone that was capable of contacting me, leaving no privacy. A young blonde came up to me; she had been standing a few feet away when Randy and I had cut in to talk to Hunter. Her excitement was on a massive level and she bothered to ask me if Randy and I were in a relationship. I was sure many people wanted to know that million dollar answer and I quickly told her that we were just acquaintances. She questioned a bit more, not believing my answer; I finally got up rolled my eyes and walked off. I was gaining more respect for what Randy had to put up with daily, and had more urges than ever to start smoking again.

Weaving in and out of the crowd was simple enough. I had only planned on going up a building and standing off to the side hoping to just cool down when a man stepped right out in front of my path and I smacked in to his shoulder. He was a very large man; I apologized quickly and turned to get around the next set of people in my way. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I froze immediately.

A person touching me was a very quick way to set me off and I was thankful up until then that no one had unnecessarily touched me. "Sorry about that," said the soft deep voice next to me.

"Yea no problem," I tried to reclaim my shoulder and get going but the hand insisted. I turned to look at who was holding me; my blood pressure was boiling beneath the surface. I didn't want a confrontation.

I thought I was going to faint when I finally turned to see who had me in their grasp. The Undertaker was looking down on me from under his hat, he looked absolutely dark.

"Erin," my name jolted me in to reality, he let go of me and my shoulder relaxed, "how about we get out of this cluster of people?" My eyebrows jerked around confused, he knew my name.

We walked over to the buildings to one of the only spots where equipment wasn't being held. "Where were you off to?" The Undertaker had a very calm level voice like a coach.

"I was off to right here actually. How do you know me- and ugh—that I was going anywhere?" There was very little time between the answer.

"Oh," he chuckled, "I know Randy. He's told me a lot about you and asked me keep an eye on you while they're over there." He motioned behind his shoulder to the building behind him.

At least he was brutally honest. Randy was having me supervised, great. In the back of my head I was ready for the interrogating to start, not that what happened between Randy and I was any of his business.

"I saw the blonde talking to you, is that why you took off so fast?" He was gentle, and sincere. I was fidgeting, his question seemed too pin-point for me, he had seen everything. Why hadn't I noticed?

"Look, I get that Randy sent you to supervise and all, but is it really necessary?" I wasn't about to jump in with someone I didn't know, about what was going on with me emotionally. Sadly, I wanted someone else to talk to, someone that would understand.

"Necessary? No. Helpful?," he shrugged and nodded an unquestioning look to his face, " I'm sure you would like it to be."

"Not sure what you could do for me that would be helpful, Randy seems to have it all figured out. He keeps telling me to not give in, not just rollover, and now this! He just doesn't understand I'm not like him."

My head hung bowed, my jaw was twisting back and forth. I was grinding my teeth again getting overwhelmed. I had just told him, in a nutshell all of my problems as if I had known him forever. The words seemed to come easy that moment.

After a few moments of stillness I heard the rustling of his leather jacket and I felt a warm hand on mine. He cusped my hand in both of his before he said,

"We may get knocked down on the outside, but the key to living in victory is to learn how to get up on the inside."

I found his words oddly comforting and he gently squeezed my hand before letting go. He had passed on something important to me, something I would never be able to forget.

"What are you afraid of with this situation?" He asked of me as we killed the time we had.

"Afraid? Oh, I'm not afraid, angry is a better choice. I can't believe Randy is over there trying to solve all of this, I told him not to. At the same time though, I have no better options."

"Are you letting him solve all of this?" He waived his hand around in the air. "I argued with him," I admitted shortly. The Undertaker nodded a faint squint to his eye like he was gearing up for another question.

"Have you considered that maybe David needs to slay Goliath so to speak?" I was done, he had totally lost me. I knew the story pretty well but the reference was above me. I hesitated, hopefully waiting on him to continue his thought. Favorably for me, he continued.

"In here," he pointed to my heart, "you are David, not Randy. Some things you have to take care of yourself. Only then will you be able to release yourself from the confusion and stress you're dealing with now. Unless, of course, you want to worry about the shadows every day for as long as this guy bothers and stalks you." The knowledge he possessed was over the top. He cut me to the quick relentlessly, but not viciously.

Randy cleared his throat as he got closer, a side effect of smoking. We broke up our conversation to meet with the rest of the men and I was preparing to talk to Randy myself. I was still upset about my babysitter.