"You know what I'm going to say, and I know what you're going to say. So, what's your excuse this time?" Shawn asked as he and Randy watched Trish's match against Melina on the monitor in the locker room.

"She's still married. I can't have feelings for a married woman," Randy said blankly, not blinking as he stared at the screen.

"Randy, she's currently separated, and soon to be divorced. She's free, and so are you to make a move," Shawn said, stretching out his left leg in preparation for his match later on.

Randy didn't answer. He just continued on staring at the monitor. If it weren't for Chris Jericho storming into the locker room and pulling Randy away from the television, he wouldn't have headed out for his match.


"Alright, I just need a few more signatures," the divorce attorney said, riffling through a stack of papers. "Trish, if you could just sign here…here…and here for me, that would be great. And Ron? Just sign next to all of her signatures and initial the bottom of each page." Both parties did so, and then smiled politely at each other, knowing that all of this was finished. "But it seems that there is one thing you two haven't agreed upon…"

"What's that?" Trish wondered, glancing over at Ron. Could something really have slipped her mind that easily?

"The yoga studio. It's the only thing we haven't covered yet."

"Oh, um…" Trish pursed her lips. "Ron, you should take it."

"Trish, I can't! It's your dream, not mine."

"No, Ron," Trish said, shaking her head. "I'm lucky enough to be able to relive my dream. You take it. Do what you want with it."

"Are you sure?" the attorney asked.

"Positive," Trish nodded, finalizing her decision. With her second run in the WWE just starting, she wouldn't have the time or energy to run her own business.


Trish flew back to St. Louis and picked up her rental car. She drove the short distance to Randy's house. She fumbled with her keys at the front door. It was dark, and she couldn't find the right key. Besides, it was dark, and it appeared as if Randy wasn't home. He didn't say anything about leaving. In fact, he had promised her that he'd be there when she returned from Canada.

"Finally!" Trish sighed as she finally got the door open. She walked in the house to find it dark and empty.

"Randy?" she called out into the darkness, turning on the hallway light.

She heard the television on in one of the other rooms. She tiptoed over to the room in case Randy accidentally fell asleep. She didn't want to wake him.

She peered into the room. Randy was facing away from her. He looked to be sleeping, but he was sitting straight up, still as a statue. Trish glanced at the television. It was the worst match of her life that was showing on the screen; Trish Stratus and Bradshaw versus Jackie Gayda and Chris Nowinski.

"Ugh," she said, rolling her eyes at the nonsense. She stepped over to Randy and sat down next to him on the couch.

He was awake, alright. He didn't even acknowledge her presence. His blue eyes just stared blankly at the screen. He looked…dead.

"Randy, are you okay?" Trish asked, reaching out a hand to caress his cheek.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Randy said flatly, not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him.

"I thought you weren't home."

"I was here. I promised."

"But why is it so dark in here? You could at least turn on a light or something."

"No. I'm fine."

"Randy, are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?" Trish asked, putting the back of her hand up to his forehead, checking to see if he had a fever.

"Yes. How was home?"

"You know that Canada is no longer my home. But besides that, it was fine. I'm officially divorced now."

The life seemed to snap back into Randy. A familiar grin spread across his face. "Really?" Randy quickly realized that he was too enthusiastic about this. He painted his words with mock sympathy before opening his mouth again. "Are you okay after all of that?"

Trish sighed with a smile. "Yeah, I think I am. I'm ready to move on with my life."

Randy reached over and picked up the remote, turning the television off. As they both sat in silent darkness, Randy said, "I'm glad to hear that."