Tig walked into the clubhouse confused as hell. He tried to catch Aimee as she ran past him, but wasn't quick enough, damn injuries. Gemma ran up to him as soon as he walked in the room.

"Tig...shit..." she began.

"Nice one, Tigger!" said a big guy from the corner. Tig turned to him. "She's a keeper, man!"

Tig looked at the guy, then back to Gemma. "What the hell is..."

"Fuckin' A, Trager!" said a heavily bearded bald dude walking past him. "Can I have a turn with her?"

Tig watched the guy walk past, then turned back to Gemma. "Ok, what the fuck is he talking about..."

Gemma sighed. "They all saw..." she began, and pointed to the small screen above the bar, "...Aimee couldn't have known about the camera..."

Tig's face dropped. He ran a hand over his face. "Shit..." he breathed. He put his hands on his hips, swiveling around. "FUCK!" he yelled.

"Hey Tigger, good show out there..." said Juice, but Tig reached out and grabbed his collar, cutting him off. "Whoa...whoa!" yelled Juice. "Sorry...shit, I'm sorry!"

Gemma grabbed Tig's arm, stopping him from beating the shit out of Juice, who stood dazed, wondering what the big deal was. "Leave it alone" said Gemma. She pulled Tig to the chapel. Tig paced the room.

"I was wondering what the hell she was doing...it's so not like her!" he said.

Gemma held up her hand, weakly..."Well...that might be my doing, I'm afraid..." she said. Tig stopped pacing and looked at her. "She wasn't too fond of the croweaters hanging all over you, so I told her she needed to send a message..."

"Shit, Gemma" said Tig. "She's not you! Hell, she's not even part of this world!" He stopped talking and walked towards the door. "I gotta find her..."

"Tig...TIG!" yelled Gemma after him, "you can't go anywhere, you're still not better..."

"Fuck that!" he called back.

Tig was making his way through the crowds, listening to the comments from everyone on his little show, when all of a sudden there was a huge cheer and everyone started to clap. Tig stopped and tried to see what was going on, but he couldn't. He changed directions and got to the far wall, where he could stand on the stripper stand and see.

"Oh no..." he whispered to himself. It was Aimee - standing in the doorway, and she didn't look happy...