'Hey, Barry.'

The guy walking past stopped and turned in surprise. He smiled. 'Hey, Shane.'

Shane grinned. 'Busy day at the office, huh?'

'Something like that. This a social call, or what?' Barry was the man responsible for the whole of the fifth floor dedicated to productions at the Titan Towers headquarters. He was also Shane's bestfriend from college.

'I'm here on some business, actually, but don't worry, it's nothing too strenuous. Wouldn't want you to strain something.'

Barry laughed. 'Of course not. What can I do for you?'

'I need a copy of a SmackDown episode.'

'You have the date for it?'

'Seventh of February. The one with Steph's doctor.'

Barry sobered instantly. 'How is your sister? Nobody's seen her in weeks, and people are saying that she actually spent some time in hospital after that RAW episode.'

Shane sighed. 'To be honest, she's not too good.' He didn't elaborate.

'Understood. No more questions. Tell her I'm thinking of her though.'

'Barry, when haven't you been not thinking of her?'

Barry smiled. 'Steph's always a sweetheart to me. Anyway, back to that SmackDown tape. It's quite popular.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Chris Jericho came looking for the same tape last week. Our work experience kid said he was a complete asshole.'

Shane laughed. 'Yeah, that sounds like our Undisputed Champion. Wonder what he wanted with the tape?'

'Actually, he did mention that he specifically wanted the section with Steph's doctor.'

'Did he say anything else?' Shane asked, wondering why the wrestler would want to see that particular part of the show.

'Nope, just 'thanks, Junior', and he was gone. By the way, I want to go on record as saying that I don't believe Steph lied about her pregnancy,' Barry said, 'and that I hope the baby doesn't have his or her father's nose.'

Shane knew of his bestfriend's unending crush on Stephanie, and was grateful for his words. However, he felt guilty for letting the other man continue to believe in something that wasn't exactly true. 'Barry, there's something I have to tell you…'

*

Shane used what he hoped was a charming smile on the receptionist. 'Hi.'

The receptionist smiled back in response. 'Hi, there. How may I help you?'

'I'm looking for Dr Daly. Is he available?'

The receptionist's smile dimmed slightly. 'I'm sorry, sir, but Dr Daly isn't in today. Perhaps one of the other doctors will be able to attend to your needs…?'

Shane then tried what Maria liked to call his 'helpless' expression. 'I really wanted to see him. I'm flying back to Australia tomorrow, and I wanted to catch up with him before I left.'

'Oh.' A hesitant look came over the receptionist's face.

'We were old college buddies,' he explained, hoping that he didn't sound too fake.

'Well, I'm not really supposed to do this, but I guess I can give you his home address. I'm sure he would love a visit from an old college friend.'

His smiled returned. 'I would greatly appreciate that.'

*

'Dr Daly?'

'Who are you?'

'My name is Shane McMahon. Stephanie McMahon, my sister, was a patient of yours.'

'Oh. I heard about your sister, and the miscarriage. I'm truly sorry.'

'Thank you.'

'She was really excited about being pregnant.'

'I know, Dr Daly.'

'So, what can I do for you, Mr McMahon?'

'I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions.'

'About RAW and about that damned tape, right?'

'That's right. How did you know?'

'Someone else was asking about it last week.'

'Someone else…? Did he or she tell you their name?'

'Sure. Chris Jericho.'