Shane noticed the looks and heard the whispers as he walked along the halls, but he ignored them. Maria has asked him not to confront Hunter, but with Stephanie almost catatonic there was nothing else he could think of doing. Meeting his brother-in-law face to face was his way of dealing with what was happening with Stephanie.

He stopped before head referee, Earl Hebner. 'Where's Hunter's dressing room?' he demanded.

Earl frowned heavily at him. 'Last door on your left.'

'Thanks.'

Shane strode towards the room and entered without knocking, loudly slamming the door against the wall.

Hunter whirled around, a look of surprise on his face. 'What the-'

Shane advanced purposefully towards him without a word and punched the other man on the face as hard as he could.

Hunter fell heavily against a couch, his hand coming up to cradle his jaw and glaring up at him.

'That was for putting your hands on my sister,' Shane ground out. 'Don't you ever touch her again.'

Hunter stood up slowly. 'I wouldn't go near her even if you paid me,' he spat out.

'You don't know everything,' Shane said, raising his chin defiantly. 'You've lost more than you realise.'

Hunter let out a short bark of laughter. 'Getting rid of that ball-and-chain slut of a sister of yours is no loss to me, McMahon.'

Shane felt his anger grow at the man's derisive tone, and especially at his words. He had planned on informing Hunter of Stephanie's condition, and of her trip to hospital, but he quickly decided against it.

'You have no idea, Helmsley,' he shot back. 'Don't think this is over.'

Shane turned his back and walked out of the room.

*

Jericho looked up at his visitor, and raised an eyebrow. 'You know, it is polite to knock before entering.'

Shane glared at him. 'Shut up, Jericho.'

Jericho felt a flash of anger, but he pushed it away. 'What do you want, McMahon?'

'I need a favour.'

He raised an eyebrow. 'And what would this favour entail, oh Mighty Simba?'

Shane looked as if he was having a hard time controlling his anger. 'Don't worry, it won't interfere too much with your perfect existence. I wanted to ask that you not mention to anyone about what happened to Steph.'

Jericho snorted. 'Like I'd really want to be advertising the fact that I, a Living Legend, would be caught helping the little Princess.'

'All I'm saying is that you keep the information about the miscarriage to yourself.'

Jericho grinned. 'Don't worry, I will.'

Shane stared at him for a few moments, then turned and walked away.

'Until WrestleMania…'