Disclaimer: I only own Jessie and Toby! And that's it!

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Toby sat on her bed in her hotel room planning her revenge on Chris when her cell phone rang. RAW had been over for a little more than an hour, with Toby set to debut next week. "Toby speaking."

"Toby, its Jessie," said a female voice on the other end.

"Oh, what's up Jess?" Toby asked her friend.

"What's up? Did you get the contract?" Jessie asked her hurriedly.

"Damn right I did. I knew that I would."

"What about the other thing?"

"What other thing?" Toby asked with an annoyed tone.

"You know, with Chris," Jessie told her.

Toby rolled her eyes; she had forgotten that she told Jess about the Chris thing. "Oh. Well, the bad news is that Chris told me that I look like his cousin, which means that he's going to eventually put two and two together."

"Toby!" Jessie's shocked voice screeched on the other end. Toby had to hold the phone away from her ear a little bit. "If he finds out about your plan –"

"He's not going to find out, Jess. I'll make sure of that. I just need to, you know, figure out a way how," Toby said, bringing the phone closer to her ear.

"You mean you haven't already?" Jessie asked Toby, calming down a little bit. Toby took a swig of her water.

"Sort of. I have an idea, but I need some more time to think about it. Rome wasn't built in a day, you know."

Jessie groaned on the other end; "I guess. Hey, did you see any cute guys that are looking for a new valet?"

"Jessica Anne!" Toby exclaimed. "I'm not playing matchmaker for you! Besides, remember the last time you tried to hook up with a wrestler?"

"Ugh, don't remind me, what a nightmare that was. How about you?"

Toby fell backwards on the bed, "Jessie, you know how I feel about getting into a relationship, especially now."

"Tobias Morgan Dedre, you have not had a boyfriend in months! You need to get back on the Relationship Express soon, before you become an old maid!" Jessie shouted.

"First off, that's a phrase my grandmother would use. Second, I'm the kind of person who will most likely living a lonely life. And third, no guy would be interested in me in the first place. I'll talk to you later," Toby said before shutting off her phone and tossing it onto the nightstand. She didn't want to concentrate on a relationship as of right now, not with her other priorities.

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Chris awoke with a jolt and hit his head on the nightstand. "Damn it," he said, holding his head. That dream again. The last time he had it almost five years ago.

"Why the hell is this happening?" he muttered before looking at the clock. The red numbers read 3:22 AM. He wish he knew more about the new girl, although she was nothing like Tobias. Still, it didn't sit right with Chris. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling of knowing and dread.

Shaking his head, Chris rolled over and stared at the wall. "If only I could turn back time."

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Chris managed to drag his body to the elevator the next morning, although he would have rather stayed in bed. He couldn't fall back asleep the previous night, not matter how hard he tried. As he slowly walked into the elevator, he was surprised to find Toby there.

"Morning," he tiredly said. She looked at him with a broad grin on her face.

"Morning. Bad night?"

"In a way, yeah. Stupid dream kept me up all night," Chris bitterly said.

Toby took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. "Care to tell me about it?"

"No. I didn't know you were staying here," Chris said, watching Toby write down something.

"Small world, ain't it?" she asked, handing him the paper. "That's my cell number, in case you want to call me about something."

"What, are you some kind of physiologist?" Chris asked her, raising an eyebrow. Toby laughed and shook her head.

"No, but I can tell when something isn't right with a person. Plus, it gives you another person to talk with if you're bored," she said with a small shrug. The elevator reached the first floor and Toby started to leave.

"Toby, wait a second!" Chris called. She turned around. Glancing down at the piece of paper she gave him, he thought about the dream he had again. "Thanks."

"No problem," she replied before walking over to a petite girl with strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a red halter top with a black denim skirt. Toby readjusted her black tank top and walked over to her friend. As she walked off, Chris caught a glimpse of her tattoo, which looked to familiar to him.

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