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**4:00** "A mole? Inside my father's company? Do you know how crazy that sounds?" Stephanie asked Chris.
"Not very crazy when you look at everything that has happened to us in the past 16 hours." He told her. She looked at him.
"Well, you have a point there, but the idea is still crazy." She insisted as he began to walk away from the plane. "Where are you going?" He stopped and turned around.
"Well, since I doubt that the news stations are going to hear about this, and we have 20 miles to walk before 8 o'clock comes. I think that we need to get going if we want to make it there on time." Chris turned to start walking.
"What happens at 8 o'clock?" Chris turned to face her again.
"RAW starts. We both need to get there and warn everyone about Bischoff, in case Vince did hire him. Are you coming with me or not?"
"Won't someone come and check the plane out, and then we could go back with them?" Chris let out an exasperated sigh.
**4:06** "No one will come!! Don't you understand? The people who told this pilot to bring that plane down want us dead!! They're going to cover this up for as long as they can!! If we want to get to Stamford we're going to have to start walking now." Chris told her. Stephanie was a little taken back by his sudden snappy behavior, but let it slide since he hadn't slept in about 2 days and neither had she, so their tempers were bound to butt heads sooner or later. She jogged a bit to catch up to him.
**4:10** "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you back there. I'm just....tired and I wish that this damn day would get over with." He said to her when she matched his pace.
"I understand. No need to apologize. I wish that this day was over with too."
"According to my mental calculations-"
"Getting wordy with me now, huh?" Stephanie asked, poking him in the side. He smirked at her.
"Shut up. According to my mental math-how's that?" He asked her.
"Better." She said, messing up his hair.
"Hey...all right, anyways, I figure that since we're about 20 miles away from Stamford, if we walk a mile every fifteen minutes, we should get there by about 9:00." Chris told her.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but how do you know that we're walking in the right direction?" Stephanie asked him as they continued walking.
"Well, the sun sets in the west, which is roughly that way." He said, stopping to point this out to her. "When you face west, north is to your right and south is to your left. We are wanting to go south, so I turn left, like so. And ta-da!! You're walking south!!" Steph rolled her eyes.
"As long as you know where you're going." She told him.
**4:16** Jason Reso called Chris' cell phone again. And, yet again, he got no answer.
"Where are you Chris?" He muttered to himself, as he pulled into the parking garage of the arena. Torrie Wilson squeezed his leg.
"Still no sign of him?" she asked. Jason hung up the phone.
"No, I haven't been able to reach him all day. He was supposed to be at his house today, and then drive down here. I've called his house five times and they say that the line is disconnected, but that's a bunch of bull because he called me last night from his house." He said as he turned the car off. Torrie frowned.
"That's very unusual for Chris to be unreachable." She commented.
"I know. That's why it bugs me so much. I keep thinking that something might have happened to him." They both got out of the car and Jay popped the trunk.
"Well, don't think like that, babe. I'm sure that he's fine. Maybe there was a family emergency or something?" Torrie suggested as she grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk.
"Maybe you're right, but just in case, let's keep this between the two of us. I'm sure that the new GM is going to want to know why he's not here, and I don't want to say anything before I know that I can trust this guy." Jay asked her as he slammed the trunk down. Torrie nodded.
"Ok, Jay, my lips are sealed." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Let's go meet the new GM." Jay said.
**4:24** "What do you know, Shawn?" Mark repeated. Shawn raised himself to his knees. Blood spilled over his face.
"Go to hell." He spat, blood spilling from his mouth. Mark kicked him in the ribs.
"Don't make me keep asking, Shawn." He threatened him. Shawn coughed out more blood.
"Don't make me keep repeating it." Shawn said weakly. Mark grabbed him by the throat.
"I will get the answers I want, no matter what, Shawn. No matter what." He said before laying more hard punches into him. Shawn took all of the punches with the image of his son in his head for strength.
**4:36** "Stephanie, I need to ask you something." Chris said as they continued along, through the huge field.
"Ask away." She told him. Chris took a breath.
"Well, for one, why did you break with me after the wreck?" Stephanie had to advert her gaze from him. She was silent for a little bit before she finally answered his question.
"I don't really know.....I guess.....I guess I was kind of pressured into it by my father and Shane. They kept saying that you were a potential risk to me, and I began to believe them after the wreck." She told him. He turned his face away from her and began to study his feet
"My turn to ask you one now." She said, and Chris nodded to show that he's heard her. He was absorbing what she had told him.
"What happened during the wreck? The doctors said you had witnessed the whole thing and were dealing with post traumatic stress." She paused. "What did you see?" Chris cleared his throat. He wished that she had picked an easier question.
"After.....After you were thrown from the car, everything happened all of a sudden. But," he turned to meet eyes with her. "It always plays in slow motion in my mind." He lowered his gaze as they kept walking. "After you were thrown from the car, the back window busted out. I was tossed around and pinned so that I was watching the back seat. Bischoff's son, Jack, was thrown out of the window, and Eliza soon after. Marissa's eyes met mine right before the windshield shattered out from behind me. A huge piece of glass flew into her throat. Another piece flew into my back, but I barely noticed it watching her."
"It was horrible," he continued. "Blood was gushing out of her throat....She fell forwards when we rolled over again, and she hit her throat on the center console near my head. It jammed the piece all the way through her throat. I could see the end of it coming out the back of her neck. Then the car struck a tree. I remember lying there, with my head busted open and my back bleeding. I remember asking God if he was punishing me for something. Because there was not one thing that I did wrong that night. Not one damn thing. I was sober and doing the speed limit. It was just....just a freak accident." He muttered the end. Stephanie fell silent.
**4:48** Rebecca pulled over to the side of the road. What could this cop want? Morons. She was obeying all of the rules...ah well.
"Ma'am? Is your name Rebecca Hickenbottom?" The cop asked her. Rebecca thought about this for a second and she realized that they had found Cameron.....
Shit.
She sighed. "Yes, my name is Rebecca Hickenbottom." The cop nodded and told her to step out of the car. She saw her beautiful plan, her beautiful life with him going down the drain.....
**4:53** Shane paced around the VIP room.
"Where the hell is he? I told him to stay put." He muttered to himself. Eric Bischoff walked into the room.
"Eric, come in."
"Already am. Where's Vince?"
"He won't be here, so I'm going to explain the rules."
"OK, that's fine."
"By the way, have you seen Shawn since I broke up your argument earlier?" Bischoff's eyes flickered a little.
"No, I haven't seen him."
**4:57** "When do you think that Hunter will be back?" Batista asked Randy.
"I don't know, but I hope that it's soon. I'm getting tired of sitting here." Randu said. Flair came back to join them on the couch.
"He'll come when he's ready." Flair said, flipping the TV on.
**4:59** A long, black limousine pulled up in front of the Stamford Connecticut arena. The driver put the car in park, and then got out to open the door for his only passenger. He walked to the end and opened the door. One heeled foot stepped out, followed by another. A thin hand appeared on the door, followed by a blonde head.
The woman stepped out of the limo and onto the pavement.
"Anything else, Mrs. McMahon?" the driver asked. Linda shook her head and walk up to the front door of the arena.
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4:00-5:00PM
**4:00** "A mole? Inside my father's company? Do you know how crazy that sounds?" Stephanie asked Chris.
"Not very crazy when you look at everything that has happened to us in the past 16 hours." He told her. She looked at him.
"Well, you have a point there, but the idea is still crazy." She insisted as he began to walk away from the plane. "Where are you going?" He stopped and turned around.
"Well, since I doubt that the news stations are going to hear about this, and we have 20 miles to walk before 8 o'clock comes. I think that we need to get going if we want to make it there on time." Chris turned to start walking.
"What happens at 8 o'clock?" Chris turned to face her again.
"RAW starts. We both need to get there and warn everyone about Bischoff, in case Vince did hire him. Are you coming with me or not?"
"Won't someone come and check the plane out, and then we could go back with them?" Chris let out an exasperated sigh.
**4:06** "No one will come!! Don't you understand? The people who told this pilot to bring that plane down want us dead!! They're going to cover this up for as long as they can!! If we want to get to Stamford we're going to have to start walking now." Chris told her. Stephanie was a little taken back by his sudden snappy behavior, but let it slide since he hadn't slept in about 2 days and neither had she, so their tempers were bound to butt heads sooner or later. She jogged a bit to catch up to him.
**4:10** "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you back there. I'm just....tired and I wish that this damn day would get over with." He said to her when she matched his pace.
"I understand. No need to apologize. I wish that this day was over with too."
"According to my mental calculations-"
"Getting wordy with me now, huh?" Stephanie asked, poking him in the side. He smirked at her.
"Shut up. According to my mental math-how's that?" He asked her.
"Better." She said, messing up his hair.
"Hey...all right, anyways, I figure that since we're about 20 miles away from Stamford, if we walk a mile every fifteen minutes, we should get there by about 9:00." Chris told her.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but how do you know that we're walking in the right direction?" Stephanie asked him as they continued walking.
"Well, the sun sets in the west, which is roughly that way." He said, stopping to point this out to her. "When you face west, north is to your right and south is to your left. We are wanting to go south, so I turn left, like so. And ta-da!! You're walking south!!" Steph rolled her eyes.
"As long as you know where you're going." She told him.
**4:16** Jason Reso called Chris' cell phone again. And, yet again, he got no answer.
"Where are you Chris?" He muttered to himself, as he pulled into the parking garage of the arena. Torrie Wilson squeezed his leg.
"Still no sign of him?" she asked. Jason hung up the phone.
"No, I haven't been able to reach him all day. He was supposed to be at his house today, and then drive down here. I've called his house five times and they say that the line is disconnected, but that's a bunch of bull because he called me last night from his house." He said as he turned the car off. Torrie frowned.
"That's very unusual for Chris to be unreachable." She commented.
"I know. That's why it bugs me so much. I keep thinking that something might have happened to him." They both got out of the car and Jay popped the trunk.
"Well, don't think like that, babe. I'm sure that he's fine. Maybe there was a family emergency or something?" Torrie suggested as she grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk.
"Maybe you're right, but just in case, let's keep this between the two of us. I'm sure that the new GM is going to want to know why he's not here, and I don't want to say anything before I know that I can trust this guy." Jay asked her as he slammed the trunk down. Torrie nodded.
"Ok, Jay, my lips are sealed." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Let's go meet the new GM." Jay said.
**4:24** "What do you know, Shawn?" Mark repeated. Shawn raised himself to his knees. Blood spilled over his face.
"Go to hell." He spat, blood spilling from his mouth. Mark kicked him in the ribs.
"Don't make me keep asking, Shawn." He threatened him. Shawn coughed out more blood.
"Don't make me keep repeating it." Shawn said weakly. Mark grabbed him by the throat.
"I will get the answers I want, no matter what, Shawn. No matter what." He said before laying more hard punches into him. Shawn took all of the punches with the image of his son in his head for strength.
**4:36** "Stephanie, I need to ask you something." Chris said as they continued along, through the huge field.
"Ask away." She told him. Chris took a breath.
"Well, for one, why did you break with me after the wreck?" Stephanie had to advert her gaze from him. She was silent for a little bit before she finally answered his question.
"I don't really know.....I guess.....I guess I was kind of pressured into it by my father and Shane. They kept saying that you were a potential risk to me, and I began to believe them after the wreck." She told him. He turned his face away from her and began to study his feet
"My turn to ask you one now." She said, and Chris nodded to show that he's heard her. He was absorbing what she had told him.
"What happened during the wreck? The doctors said you had witnessed the whole thing and were dealing with post traumatic stress." She paused. "What did you see?" Chris cleared his throat. He wished that she had picked an easier question.
"After.....After you were thrown from the car, everything happened all of a sudden. But," he turned to meet eyes with her. "It always plays in slow motion in my mind." He lowered his gaze as they kept walking. "After you were thrown from the car, the back window busted out. I was tossed around and pinned so that I was watching the back seat. Bischoff's son, Jack, was thrown out of the window, and Eliza soon after. Marissa's eyes met mine right before the windshield shattered out from behind me. A huge piece of glass flew into her throat. Another piece flew into my back, but I barely noticed it watching her."
"It was horrible," he continued. "Blood was gushing out of her throat....She fell forwards when we rolled over again, and she hit her throat on the center console near my head. It jammed the piece all the way through her throat. I could see the end of it coming out the back of her neck. Then the car struck a tree. I remember lying there, with my head busted open and my back bleeding. I remember asking God if he was punishing me for something. Because there was not one thing that I did wrong that night. Not one damn thing. I was sober and doing the speed limit. It was just....just a freak accident." He muttered the end. Stephanie fell silent.
**4:48** Rebecca pulled over to the side of the road. What could this cop want? Morons. She was obeying all of the rules...ah well.
"Ma'am? Is your name Rebecca Hickenbottom?" The cop asked her. Rebecca thought about this for a second and she realized that they had found Cameron.....
Shit.
She sighed. "Yes, my name is Rebecca Hickenbottom." The cop nodded and told her to step out of the car. She saw her beautiful plan, her beautiful life with him going down the drain.....
**4:53** Shane paced around the VIP room.
"Where the hell is he? I told him to stay put." He muttered to himself. Eric Bischoff walked into the room.
"Eric, come in."
"Already am. Where's Vince?"
"He won't be here, so I'm going to explain the rules."
"OK, that's fine."
"By the way, have you seen Shawn since I broke up your argument earlier?" Bischoff's eyes flickered a little.
"No, I haven't seen him."
**4:57** "When do you think that Hunter will be back?" Batista asked Randy.
"I don't know, but I hope that it's soon. I'm getting tired of sitting here." Randu said. Flair came back to join them on the couch.
"He'll come when he's ready." Flair said, flipping the TV on.
**4:59** A long, black limousine pulled up in front of the Stamford Connecticut arena. The driver put the car in park, and then got out to open the door for his only passenger. He walked to the end and opened the door. One heeled foot stepped out, followed by another. A thin hand appeared on the door, followed by a blonde head.
The woman stepped out of the limo and onto the pavement.
"Anything else, Mrs. McMahon?" the driver asked. Linda shook her head and walk up to the front door of the arena.
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