As soon as the Ministry left to drop Chyna off, Undertaker rose to his feet, and walked across the room.
"We need plans to capture Hunter and Chyna, they must not get away," Mark started.
"Well, Hunter may not be fit to go to the arena, for a few weeks, but," She paused, giving her husband an evil smile, " He never has stayed away from the federation when he's injured." Stephanie walked up to her husband.
"You have a point there," He said, sliding his arms around her waist," I don't know what I'd ever do if you weren't here with your ideas." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She was still very underweight, but she hadn't collapsed since he had taken her out of her cell, and she wasn't sick. He felt her lean against him, and saw that she looked very tired. He scooped her up into his arms and carried Stephanie to her room. She fell asleep on the way, and her lay her in her bed. He realized she hadn't regained all her strength, because she got tired very easily. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her on the cheek, before he heard the usual noise that meant his servants were back.
"Quiet down you guys, Steph's asleep," Mark started.
"You really got a thing for her, don't you?" Bradshaw asked.
He watched as his master shifted uncomfortably under his servants views.
"Come on, it's no secret that you like her," Christian piped up. Undertaker went to lunge at him, but the rest of the group had agreed.
"Fine, I like her. She's sweet and attractive," The Undertaker started, "and she has a wicked mind of evil plots."
The rest of the ministry agreed, and continued to tell their master what had happened with Chyna.
