His eyes burned as he opened them, stinging from the tears he had not wanted to cry, tears, more pain caused by Kane, he closed them again moaning loudly. No matter how hard he tried to stay awake, he knew that he would make himself ill and eventually he would face the evitable and crash down into the land of nod, then 'wake' in the meadow. He'd once again hear the bubbling stream, feel the fresh, cold grass on his bare feet and see him.

Gripping the pillow with a feeble grip, so weakly he felt ashamed but he refused to cry. He wouldn't waste anymore tears on the big red machine. He didn't deserve them, after all he left him. It was his own fault he was killed, at least he wanted to believe that. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the masked man's smile, his bright eyes glowing with life. A life that was ripped away from him, torn into a thousand pieces without so much of a care as to how anyone would feel. Especially Kane himself.

Inside the hotel room of Evaluation the plan continued to develop, Hunter ran the brush threw the long, blonde hair that was famous for looking wet as he wrestled, smirking he carried on chewing his gum. This was going to work, and it would be all his. All of it, every thing, every one, he would own them. Batista continued to watch him, his face never showed emotion. Which was entirely a good thing, the way he was feeling about this whole plan, this whole scheme, would surely have him killed. He stayed silent; at least he wasn't the one who had to convince RVD. Glancing over at the youngest member of the group who for some bizarre reason didn't seemed fazed; Ric was talking him through things to say and how to react to things Rob might say.

"Don't forget he's going to need softening up first." Hunter walked over to them, Batista following.

"Yeah that's the bit I'm not looking forward to. Do you know how hard it is to pretend I love someone I don't even like, especially with the added bonus that he's a bloke" Randy raised his voice towards the end, folding his arms with a grunt.

Rob raised his head slightly, the glow from the clock was too bright but he managed to make out the time 10:04 am Why was he still here? Why hadn't God decided he didn't deserve to live? Just like he had Kane. It wasn't fair, the agony wrapped itself around Rob squeezing him tighter until he'd burst. Feelings pent up inside him, all negative. Anger, pain, hurt, sadness, grief and sorrow. Why did he hate Kane? Did he hate him?

Without a thought he grabbed the golden door handle, pushing it down and heaving the door open. Walking inside he was about to call out the other mans name but he stopped himself. The room was a mess, the bed covers were hanging on over the side of the bed, there was sick on the floor which, judging by the smell of the room, had been there all night. The curtains were still drawn allowing no light to seep into the dark room, the balcony doors wide open however allowing the howling winds of the bitter morning blow into the freezing hotel room, whatever had been on the bedside table was now thrown all over the floor, and laying in the middle of the bed looking as though he'd been living in a jungle for three weeks without food, was Rob.

"Rob!" Randy jumped over the mess on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the smaller man into a tight embrace. "Oh Rob" he cooed. "Please don't keep doing this to yourself, people adore you, I adore you, you need to move on, please let me help you" Rob didn't say anything, he allowed himself to be gently rocked in the arms of the other man. This was all he wanted, love comfort, hope....but with Kane.

His clenched his fist till the point were if he were alive, they'd turn white. The anger blazed profusely in his once so gentle eyes. He was falling further into their trap, and Kane knew he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Rob wouldn't listen to him in his dreams, and there was no way he could get through to him in this world....he looked over at a photo on table near the balcony doors. He walked over to it, a gust of wind blew into the room but Kane couldn't feel it. A picture...of himself, Rob and Undertaker. Undertaker...Kane turned and glance over at the man he loved knowing what he had to do he left as silently as he appeared.