Edge sat on the couch at Matt and Jeff's apartment. The brothers had been afraid to allow Edge to return to his place. Matt, Jeff, and Lita had all tried talking to him but he had said nothing nor moved from his spot on the couch all night or all day.

Lita walked over to where he sat, head in his hands, and reached out to stroke his hair. "Edge," Lita called softly, "Honey, you've got to eat something.

Edge didn't even twitch. "Edge, please, I know you're worried about them, we all are. But you've got to take care of yourself." Still he didn't respond. Desperate to get any kind of a result Lita resorted to emotional blackmail. "Edge would Kayla want you to do this to yourself?" she asked him, "Hun, you can't help them like this . . . please try and eat something."

Lita held her breath and was relieved when Edge finally raised his head and looked her in the eyes. However as she looked into his normally sparkling green eyes her heart sank. His eyes were bloodshot and dark circles were prominent under his both. "Oh, Edge . . ." Lita's eyes filled with tears as she took in the desolation in her friend's eyes. "I promise, after dinner we'll go and talk to the other wrestlers. Together we're going to find them."

"No we won't," Edge's voice was filled with grim certainty, "Not until he wants us to find them."

Lita opened her mouth to deny that but Edge cut her off with a curt wave of his hand, "He left Chris behind as a sign. He knew I'd understand when I saw the Blood Bath. Gangrel is back and he wants his Brood."

"You don't know that for sure," Lita denied not wanting to consider the possibility, "Someone could have done that to throw you off."

Edge ran a hand through his hair, "I wish that were true," he whispered softly closing his eyes as memories of his days in the Brood flooded his mind. There had been so much that the audience hadn't seen. Gangrel ruled with an iron fist and he was not afraid to use that fist to impose his will on those under him. Now he had Christian and Kayla and soon he would come for Edge.

Lita watched the emotions that passed over Edge's features. Anger, desperation, and fear all could be seen. She saw him shudder and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Edge?" she called rousing him from his memories

Edge looked up at and was touched at the concern she held for him. Edge rose to his feet and hugged Lita tightly. "I've never been this afraid before in my life," he confided in a whisper.

"You're not alone, Edge," Lita told him returning the embrace, "We're going to get through this," Lita pulled back a bit. "Even if it is Gangrel, we'll get help and then we'll kick his ass."

Edge managed a weak smile. If only it were that easy.

"Now," Lita tried again, "Will you please try to eat something?"

Edge nodded, "I'll try," he conceded trying to not worry her anymore than she already was.

Lita smiled in relief taking him by the arm, "We'll eat and then we'll go talk to the other wrestlers. It's all going to be okay."

Edge allowed her to lead him to the kitchen knowing that things weren't quite as simple as Lita believed.

Matt and Jeff looked up as the two entered the room. Jeff looked almost as tired as Edge felt. Dinner was eaten in silence no one feeling up to conversation. Lita frown as Edge merely played with his food but said nothing. She wasn't very hungry either. The redhead looked at Jeff and Matt. The members of Team Xtreme were mirrors of Edge, Christian, and Kayla. She understood very well the fear that Edge must be feeling.

They all jumped when there was a knock at the door. Matt rose and opened the door his jaw nearly falling to the floor. "Chris!" Matt exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

Lita jumped to her feet, "What are you doing out of the hospital?!" she asked as the diva rushed to her friend's side.

Jericho smiled weakly, "I threatened to put the doctor in the Walls of Jericho if she didn't release me."

Matt, seeing that his friend was weak and obviously still in pain finally shook himself out of his stupor and placed an arm around Chris's waist guiding him into the living room. "You're crazy, man," Matt scolded his friend as he settled Jericho on the couch, "You need to be in the hospital. You really got the shit knocked out of you!"

Jericho shook his head, "It doesn't matter. Kayla and Christian are out there and we've got to find them. I've got enough pain killers from the Doc to keep me going for a while until I start to heal."

Lita opened her mouth to protest but Jericho raised a hand cutting her off, "Don't even start, Lee, I'm going to help and that the end of it."

Edge walked slowly over to the couch and he and Jericho regarded each other for along moment. "Thanks, man," Edge whispered extending his hand, which Jericho took.

"Kayla is like a sister to me, and Christian a brother. I know how much you love both of them. We all do," Jericho cast his eyes around the room, "We're a family and family sticks together." Jericho's eyes locked themselves once more with those of Edge, "Now where do we start?"