Jericho found several Dr Daly's in the Connecticut area, and as luck would have it, the last one he called seemed to be the one he was looking for. However, before he could dial the number, his phone rang.

'Jericho, we need to work on your strategies for your match with Austin at No Way Out,' Vince commanded over the phone. 'Which is only two days away, I might add.'

'I can beat that jackass with one arm tied behind my back,' Jericho told Vince confidently, used to Vince's lack of small talk.

'That may well be the case, but it doesn't mean that you should get injudicious. Austin has surprising stamina.'

Jericho rolled his eyes. 'Don't worry, I'm working on it. Austin will never ever get his hands on the Undisputed Championship.'

'Good, good. That's what I like to hear.'

'Look, Vince, I have some things I have to-'

'Before you go, I need to ask you about something, Jericho,' Vince interrupted gravely.

'Ask away, Vince.' Jericho repressed the urge to call him 'Vance'.

'I can't seem to locate Stephanie's whereabouts, and there are rumours floating about that you were the last person to see her after that RAW.'

Jericho hesitated, unsure of how to respond. 'Why don't you try asking your wife?' he asked, reflecting the query away from him.

'What's Linda got to do with Stephanie?'

He was amazed. 'Vince, if you haven't seen the replay of RAW yet, I suggest you do so.'

'What are you talking about, Jericho?'

'All I'm saying is that it wasn't me who called Trips just minutes before he was about to go out with some story about a fake doctor, and it wasn't me who sent Trips a tape implicating Stephanie.'

'Tape implicating…? Look, if you're trying to tell me something, then just tell me damnit!'

Jericho sighed. 'It was your wife who made that wonderful, beautiful scene at the end of RAW possible, Vince. Watch the replay.'

He hung up.

*

'Dr Daly?'

'I'm Dr Daly.'

'Are you Stephanie McMahon's doctor?'

'Who is this?'

'This is the Undisputed Champion. The-'

'Chris Jericho?'

'None other.'

'And what is it that I can do for you, Mr Jericho?'

'How about answering a couple of questions for me, Doc?'

'I don't think-'

'Look, Junior, I spent all day Wednesday searching Connecticut phone books for you, and calling fifteen million Dr Daly's! Spare me five minutes, will you?'

Hesitation. 'Does this have anything to do with what happened on Monday? On RAW?'

'Yeah.'

'Look, none of that is my fault. As you may have realised by now, I am a real doctor. Mrs McMahon-Helmsley is pregnant.'

'Was pregnant, Junior. Get with the program.'

'Wha- What?'

'Figure it out, Doc D.'

'Oh my god…she miscarried…'

'Yeah, poor little Princess. Now, about that ta-'

'Is she okay? How's she-'

'She's perfect. That tape on RAW, that was really you?'

Silence.

'Hey! You still there? Don't tell me you've had a heart attack or something.'

'That poor girl…'

'Yeah, I've already shed my tear. Back to-'

'Your sensitivity is overwhelming, Mr Jericho.'

'I'm a sensitive guy. Now, can we please get back to the damned tape?'

'Fine.'

'That was you on that tape, right?'

'That was me on the tape.'

'So, what are you? Part time doctor, part time actor?'

'No, it's not like that. A couple of days after Stephanie invited me to meet with her and her husband on SmackDown, this guy showed up at the clinic.'

'And?'

'He said he was some ad executive working on some holiday advertisements. He claimed that a patient of mine had recommended me. I was pleased, and we shot that particular video the very next morning. It wasn't until I was watching RAW that I realised what that tape was used for.'

'Did he tell you his name? Leave a card or something?'

'Yeah, a card.' Pause. 'Chris Campbell, The Irvine Group.'

'Thanks, Junior.'

*

Jericho looked down at the name, and knew that it was probably useless trying to find the person and the company. Fake names were given out all the time, and professional cards were very easily made with anyone who had a decent printer in their basement.

He sighed, unsure of what to do next. However, he was pleased that he had confirmation about the authenticity – or lack of – of the tape.

'Like there was ever any doubt,' he muttered, putting the whole affair in the back of his mind. He had much more important things to worry about, not the least was his upcoming title defence against Steven Austin at the upcoming pay per view.