That night was the worst one I ever remember. Most of us stayed at the arena until after Vince's press conference. Once we got back to the hotel, Paul and I worked out. I wasn't tired, and he wasn't going to leave me alone after what happened earlier, so he got stuck with me. Absolutely none of us slept. There were a few here and there that passed out from exhaustion around 4:00 but other that that, the rest of us were wide awake all night. I went to Jeff and Owen's hotel room and got together Owen's things. Vince was going to FedEx them back to Calgary Monday morning. Monday morning was even worse than Sunday. Normally Owen would have breakfast with Jeff, Paul and Joanie, and I would join them whenever I tagged along. We all slowly drifted into the hotel lobby. Some were in tears; some like me were eerily silent. We were all notified the night before that some would have the opportunities to do a video telling about there experiences with Owen. Others would be able to work. Normally, Jeff Jarrett and I didn't get along too well. That day though, I walked up to him and gave him a hug. Both of us just looked at each other for a minute, knowing he had successfully done in death what he had tried to do on numerous occasions in life. Make peace between Jeff and I.

"You know, Owen's up there right now saying 'I told you so!' and laughing his ass off at us."

"You're probably right. I know you were close to Owen probably more than I was. I know you're hurting just like I am."

"You may be right about me being closer to him, but I didn't go through all that you did last night and are still going through. All of us have begun to grieve. You're doing exactly what Owen always said you did best. Bottling everything up inside, which doesn't do a damn bit of good. You've gotta let it out some time Lulu."

"Jeff, I'm not worried about me right now."

"You need to worry about yourself instead of trying to take care of everyone else."

"You don't know what you're talking about. I don't want to go and ruin this by arguing with you today. Besides, they're saying it's your turn to tape."

"Are you going to do one?"

"No. I would rather not. Shane gave me the option, and I chose not to."

"Lulu…"

"Jeff, you grieve your way, I'll grieve mine."

"OK. If you need me, I'm here."

"Jeff thanks."

Later that night, while the majority of the company stood on the ramp, I chose to stay towards back with the officials. If needed, I could have an escape to the locker rooms. That was the plan. Well, when Shane saw me come out, he came to the back of the group and took me with him. He was trying to go up to the front with his family, but I didn't want to go that far. He understood. During the 10-bell toll, he just held me. I know that the entire roster was waiting for me to lose it, but I remained calm. When we all watched the video, we could hear a few whispers coming from girls in the crowd.

"Who's that girl with Shane McMahon? She's not his ex-wife Marissa."

"I don't know. She definitely isn't a wrestler. She isn't all that cute either."

"Yea, I could get a date with him before she would."

Shane's arms tightened around my waist and I shivered. Shane had hugged me before and we never thought anything of it. But now it was different. Even with all of my walls up, he was managing to get through. He'd accomplished something no one had ever been able to do except for Scott and maybe Kevin, whether he knew it or not. I felt his tears on my shoulder. That was the first time I had ever seen him cry. I was beginning to wonder if he could. I didn't go with him to tape his segment, so I had no idea what happened. All I knew was when he came back into his dressing room where I was; he had just held me for a while. Then he asks me one thing I would have never expected from him at that moment.

"Are you ok?"

"It's more like are you ok?"

"I am now. Now, are you going to answer my question or are you going to shut me out."

"Shane, I can't help it. I rarely cry. I didn't even cry at mom's funeral. Am I hurting? Hell yea. Will I ever show it? I doubt it very seriously."

"You've become so accustomed to protecting yourself from everyone, you're afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"Pain. You put up those damn walls around you never letting anyone in. I know exactly what it's like. Whenever you even try to even attempt letting someone in, the tiniest thing happens that rebuilds it and reinforces it twice as strong as before. Then finally you'll find someone who will bust down that wall."

"When does it ever stop hurting though? The bad part about these walls is the fact that you keep the new bad stuff out, but you keep the old bad stuff inside. You keep rehashing things because you have no way of letting them go."

"I know. Finally, you just have to let it all go. It'll take time to get to that point. But one day you will."

"How do you know Shane?"

"Because I found someone who I can let my walls down around without any fears or reservations. Now if only I can convince her to do the same."

"You do realize I'm severely twisted, right?"

"No more than my entire family princess. I'm a McMahon remember."

"Shay, you are one in a million."

"I try."

Well, now that you know how things came to be with the heir apparent, let's get on to after the opening of that RAW. As we all walked back, each "row" took a minute to say their goodbyes. I wanted to go by the locker room that Paul and Sean were sharing that night to see how they were. The second I opened the door; I had to fight the urge not to run back into my new safe haven which were the arms of Shane McMahon. There in the chair which was in direct eyesight of the door, sat Scott Hall. The last thing I needed today was to fight with him. So I did the next best thing, walked right past him.

"Hey Sean. How are ya?"

"About good as to be expected, Squirt. How are you?"

"Not sure. I really haven't had time to process much of anything in the last 24 hours. Things have been kind of crazy if you know what I mean."

"Yea. Hey Paul, someone here to see you man."

(No response)

"Hey Joanie, let go of his dick so I can say hi to my best friend will ya?"

"Holy shit, Lulu! I cannot believe you just said that!"

"I did, and it worked. Hi Paul."

"Hey there. What's going on?"

"Trying to check on my friends. Can I do that?"

"Yea, but I think you pissed Joanie off in the process."

"You know how I feel about that."

"We'll deal with that at another time. How are ya?"

"I was telling Sean, I don't really know right now. It all hasn't hit."

"I'm not going to lecture you, but you probably know what I'm going to say."

"Believe me, I know. I'll see you after your match. After the match. Damn."

"You sure you're doing good?"

"Yea. See you guys later. Bye."

My God. I think I am more shocked than they are right now. I walked out of the room and didn't even say anything to Scott. In a way, I wish I could be a fly on the wall of that dressing room. On the other hand, I couldn't even imagine what they were thinking.

"Man oh man. Can you believe that?"

"Yea. All I can say is it is about damn time too."

"Chico, what exactly do you mean by that remark?"

"She's put up with a lot of shit from you over the years, and never gotten upset about it. Now I do believe with everything else going on, she has reached her limits."

"Scott, dude, she's got a lot on her. She told me the other day that she's gotten to the point where she feels like it is useless to try and talk to you. Every time you two try to talk about something, it ends up arguing."

"It wasn't until we actually told each other how we felt that we started arguing."

"Not exactly true. She just didn't bother to try and talk to you then because most of the time you were drunk. She knew if she had said something you didn't like, there would be arguing."

"True. But it has never been an issue where she hasn't spoken to me whatsoever."

"Scott, listen. Last night, she went through something that would take a toll on anyone. She'll talk sooner or later. Hopefully."