Jericho woke to the shrill ringing of the phone beside his bed, and he reached for it tiredly, bringing the receiver to his ear. 'What?'

'Jericho, it's Shane. Shane McMahon.'

He grimaced. 'Of course it is.'

'Look, I'm in a hospital in Arkansas at the moment.'

'Congratulations.'

'Will you stop being an asshole for just a minute?' Shane asked angrily.

Jericho rolled his eyes. 'What do you want, Shane?'

'I called to ask you about what happened last night.'

'Why, Mr McMahon, I'm surprised that you don't pay-'

'Damnit, Jericho!'

He was tempted to just hang up on him, but he didn't. 'Your dirty, bottom feeding-'

'Jericho!'

Jericho laughed, unable to help himself. 'Your skanky sister was dumped by the big-nosed jerky on national television.'

'Yes, I saw that,' the other man replied impatiently, 'I meant afterwards, when you took her to hospital.'

'She collapsed. There was no one else around. I was forced to take her to hospital.'

'Nothing else happened? She didn't say anything to you?'

Jericho raised an eyebrow. 'Why? What's going on?'

Shane sighed loudly on the other end. 'Steph woke up this morning, but she's in shock over what Hunter did to her. I didn't have the heart to tell her about…the other thing. She doesn't know yet.'

Jericho swore, though unsure of why. It was quite a shock to realise that Stephanie had been honestly pregnant. The irony wasn't lost on him. Triple H had basically killed his unborn child, the child he had been led to believe didn't exist. Now it really didn't. Even to Jericho, it was a bit of a mind spin. 'Well, okay. Please don't tell me that I have to race over there and hold her hand.'

'No, of course I wouldn't expect such a Herculean task from you,' Shane bit back sarcastically. 'Look, I want just want to know if there was something she said or did while she was still conscious. I don't know, something that might help me out a little bit.'

I didn't know…

'Yeah, just before she collapsed she said she didn't know,' Jericho told him.

'Didn't know what?'

'I don't know! She just said, 'I didn't know', and then she hit the deck.'

'Those sensitivity lessons really payed off for you, didn't they?'

'Bite me,' Jericho said, then hung up. He took the phone off the hook again, just in case Simba decided to redial.

However, he couldn't get back to sleep. Something about the whole Stephanie/Triple H thing wasn't sitting too comfortably with him. There was something amiss, especially regarding the tape that just happened to show up minutes before the renewal of the vows. Not to mention Linda's phone call. Why would the tape be sent to her first? Why not send it directly to Triple H?

The biggest question of all – who sent the tape to Linda?

And now he knew something that Triple H didn't…something that would devastate the other man worse than the mysterious tape from nowhere. He had a little secret weapon against the man he fully believed he would meet at WrestleMania.

Knowledge.

But WrestleMania was weeks away, and Jericho still had some answers to uncover.

Author's note: Sorry this part was so short. It was just the way the parts sectioned out, and just to let you know, a few of them will be like this.