Victoria is in the hotel room lying in her bed, reading a similar magazine to the one in the waiting room. There's a knock at the door, she sets the magazine down.

"Come in."

The hotel attendant enters with a vacuum, "Shall I straiten up a bit?"

"Please." The maid begins to dust with her duster. "Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"You clean the bathroom this morning?"

"Yes."

"Did you by chance, did you happen to pick up.... in the trash...."

"Yes?" She pauses from the dusting and looks at Victoria sitting on the bed.

"Well, I dunno, perhaps, by chance, you in the course of your cleaning, happened to find..."

Becoming slightly impatient, "Found what, what might I have come across in my cleaning?"

Victoria fluffs her pillow and gives it a punch, "Well, if you do find anything, tell me and not my roommate."

"I'll do just that." She turns to go but stops. "Only, how will I know what I'm looking for if I don't know what it is?"

"Oh." Victoria hesitates. "Well, it looks rather like, a.... a pregnancy test."

"A pregnancy test?" She tries not to laugh. "I'm sorry, it's just that...."

"No, no, it's ok, I understand."

There's a knock at the door, "Victoria?"

"It's Steven!" She motions the maid to go to the door. "Come in."

The door opens, Steven enters as the maid exits to continue her rounds, "Hello my dear."

"How are you, Steven?" They kiss.

"Very well, thank you. I had an excellent day, training in the gym followed by a lunch with friends." He says in a cheerful British accent that causes Victoria to laugh. "And you, did you visit the doctor about your upset stomach?"

"Of course."

"Were you there long?"

"Till the late afternoon." She conjures up a lie quickly. "You see, the doctor was called away on an emergency."

"I see. So you...?"

"Went out with fellow Raw superstar Chris Jericho, and a SmackDown wrestler named Brian Kendrick. They were also in the waiting room."

Shocked, "Really? For...."

"Brian had a broken arm and Chris is rather sick."

"I see."

"Steven. The nurse mentioned the work of a doctor who's had some excellent results without surgery, in cases such as my own," She catches herself, "sister."

Steven realizes she's talking about her sister's pregnancy, "And who did this nurse suggest?"

"A doctor by the name of Daniels."

Thinking, "Daniels... wrestling doctor, gynecologist?"

"No, well... I dunno." Victoria continues. "It seems that an abortion can be done without surgery."

"That theory, my love, that an abortion can be done without an operation, might be just wishful thinking. I mean, how else could it be done? Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have to remove it, somehow?"

"Well, I was reading..."

"Have you told your sister?"

"Well, I've been meaning to."

"It seems that this whole discussion of this theory is upsetting you terribly."

"I'm not upset."

"But your stomach. I wouldn't want to irritate you anymore."

"I'm perfectly fine, Steven. I just wondered if there was another way...."

"Now, now Victoria. Why are you even worrying about this? This is your sister's problem, am I right?" He sits down next to her and kisses her forehead. "Why don't you call her tomorrow and talk this all out, this is nothing you should worry about. It's in the hands of your sister, after all."

Victoria sighs, "You're right Steven, I'm sorry."

"There we go." He hugs her. "Are you getting fat?"

"NO!"

"Oh." He smiles. "That's good." He continues to hug her again and they begin to make out lustfully.

"Steven..." Victoria stops herself but then gives into the indulgence.