The rest of the night and the following two days were all of a blur, I don't know how I got through them, it felt like my world was falling apart, the walls caving in all around me and the only thing I could do was stand and watch! I kept reflecting on what Glenn had said "even if Mark isn't, I'll always be here for you." Mark had been there for me for as long as I remember, playing the role of a brother and a father-figure, being around to pick up the pieces when things went wrong, looking out for me. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that he wasn't going to be around any more. I kept hoping that it was all a bad dream and any second I would wake up to realised it had been a nightmare and I still had my older brother and the man I loved.

Everyone had heard what had happened and as I walked down the corridors I was met with people's sympathetic looks or people looking at me like I had two heads. I knew I had to get away from the WWE. Since seeing Glenn I'd sunk into a sea of depression, even though Jeff wanted to be here for me, to support me I felt guilty because I knew it was also getting him, Matt and Amy down and what with the reactions of the people in the WWE I just knew I had to get away. That's why I was going to Vince McMahon's office, eventually found it. I knocked on the wooden door. Inside I heard Vince tell me to come it. I opened the door to see Vince sitting in a black leather chair at a desk that was immaculate.

"Hi Mr. McMahon," I said shyly.

"Oh, hi Sam, come in, take a seat," he said motioning at the chair that was opposite him on the other side of the desk.

"Thanks sir," I said as I sat down.

"Ok, one, I've told you a million times not to call me 'sir' or 'Mr. McMahon', you're a member of the WWE family now so please call me Vince."

I knew he was only trying to be friendly as the tears but up in my eyes again from hearing the word 'family.'

"Sam, I'm sorry! I'd forgotten about, well you know," he said trying to avoid saying Mark's name. He could see the tears that were building up in my eyes so he took a tissue out of the box on his desk and handed it to me.

"Thank you," I said as I whipped the tears away.

"So what can I do for you?" Vince asked brightly, attempting to get as far away from my older brother problem as possible.

"I was wondering if I could have some time off, please? Only for a little while. I just feel like I need to get away," I added quickly.

Vince didn't respond, I could tell he was thinking it through in his head. He always reminded me as a wise owl. He was such an incredible man, having bought the WWE into a world wide phenomenon. "When would you want to go?"

"Whenever is suitable for you," I said knowing it would be harder to think up a way for me to get time off as I was in the middle of an angle.

"Ok," Vince smiled at me. "Don't worry I'm not going to bite," he said jokingly.

I had always been shy around people like Vince, someone so famous and who holds so much respect from people all of the world. I wish I could be more like Jeff in that sense, who ever he was around he'd be the same, not go shy and quiet.

"You can have time off, but you need to complete tonight's SmackDown, we'll think of a way to write you out of next week's SmackDown and Raw Is War," he told me.

"Thank you so much!" I thanked as we both stood up. I went to hug him but thought better of it.

"Come here," Vince said laughing as he pulled me into a hug.

.::SmackDown! Tapings::.

My music struck and I walked down the ramp towards the ring as the crowd cheered excitedly for me.

"Oh, look King! It's Sam!" JR exclaimed from the commentator's desk. "She doesn't look to good after last weeks savage beating from Matt Hardy."

"Thank God he didn't hurt the puppies!" The King replied in all seriousness.

"King! There are more important things then puppies," JR told his friend.

"Yeah, Stacey's legs!" The King replied cheerfully as JR rolled his eyes with despair.

As I got into the ring I kept muttering to myself "I'm Sam, not Sam Calloway." I walked over to the ring hand who handed me a microphone. "I've got some bad news," I told the crowd. "As you will remember, last week I was involved in a match against Lita. At the end of that match Matt Hardy came down and attacked me," I told them before footage of the event I was talking about began to roll on the screen for everyone to see.

"I told you, it was a terrible act. I never thought I'd see Matt do anything like that, or Lita," JR commented.

"Anyway, I'm not hear to talk smack and bore you all by telling you how angry I am at Matt Hardy and Lita for doing what they did to me," I told the crowd as the noise they were making died down so they could hear what I was saying. "Unfortunately because of injuries I received, I will not be able to compete and will be on the injured list for a few weeks until by body reaches one-hundred-percent again."

I was cut off before I could say anything else by the Hardy Boyz music being played. Just like me, the crowd was confused - unsure of which Hardy was coming out. A relived feeling could be felt when Jeff emerged. He walked down to the ring and was handed a mic. "Sam, I just wanted to say that I am really sorry for what happened last week, I'm even sorrier that you are injured because of my brother's actions."

"Jeff, it's ok, it wasn't your fault. I wanted to thank you for stopping Matt and getting me out of the ring," I thanked him.

Jeff smiled. He extended his hand, I gladly shook it. We got out of the ring and walked back up the ramp hand in hand.

"Against the odds an alliance has been formed!" J.R told the crowd who had no idea how right he was!