Author's Notes - Here's the second of two short chapters for this update.
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Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Realization
Adam ran out of the elevator and to his room. It couldn't be true; he didn't go back in time. He had just had a horrible nightmare. Three days would come and go and Amy will still be with him. But what if Lionel was telling the truth. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the key card and looked at it in horror. There was a picture of a crucifix on it.
"I told you what was going to happen," a voice said from down the hall.
"You," Adam looked at Lionel in shock, "you're not real. You're just a part of a bad dream that won't end."
"Adam, none of what has happened is a dream. You're gonna have to accept that pretty soon, because Amy's running out of time." Lionel looked at his watch and then went to picking out towels from the room service cart he was pushing.
"What.what am I supposed to do?" Adam finally gave up.
"You are supposed to make Amy happy. Tell her how you feel," suggested Lionel. "Amy feels like love is a myth, she doesn't think anyone really cares for her in that way. You are supposed to make sure she doesn't die believing that again." He knocked on the door to a room, "maid service."
"But how am I supposed to do that?" Adam was getting frustrated. This was a lot of pressure to put on one guy.
"I can't tell you everything Adam. You have to make her believe, so go on out there and do it, you're running out of time." Then the door opened to the door Lionel had knocked on and he walked in leaving Adam alone in the hallway. He stood there silent for a minute before running back to the elevator. He pushed the ground floor level and when the doors opened he ran into the café where Amy and Trish were sitting enjoying a cup of coffee.
"Hey Adam," Trish greeted.
"Amy," he started sounding out of breath from the running, "do you want to go do something this afternoon?" Amy looked shocked at his question before slowly answering.
"Uh, sure Adam," she said slowly. *Why do I torture myself like this?* She thought.
Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Realization
Adam ran out of the elevator and to his room. It couldn't be true; he didn't go back in time. He had just had a horrible nightmare. Three days would come and go and Amy will still be with him. But what if Lionel was telling the truth. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the key card and looked at it in horror. There was a picture of a crucifix on it.
"I told you what was going to happen," a voice said from down the hall.
"You," Adam looked at Lionel in shock, "you're not real. You're just a part of a bad dream that won't end."
"Adam, none of what has happened is a dream. You're gonna have to accept that pretty soon, because Amy's running out of time." Lionel looked at his watch and then went to picking out towels from the room service cart he was pushing.
"What.what am I supposed to do?" Adam finally gave up.
"You are supposed to make Amy happy. Tell her how you feel," suggested Lionel. "Amy feels like love is a myth, she doesn't think anyone really cares for her in that way. You are supposed to make sure she doesn't die believing that again." He knocked on the door to a room, "maid service."
"But how am I supposed to do that?" Adam was getting frustrated. This was a lot of pressure to put on one guy.
"I can't tell you everything Adam. You have to make her believe, so go on out there and do it, you're running out of time." Then the door opened to the door Lionel had knocked on and he walked in leaving Adam alone in the hallway. He stood there silent for a minute before running back to the elevator. He pushed the ground floor level and when the doors opened he ran into the café where Amy and Trish were sitting enjoying a cup of coffee.
"Hey Adam," Trish greeted.
"Amy," he started sounding out of breath from the running, "do you want to go do something this afternoon?" Amy looked shocked at his question before slowly answering.
"Uh, sure Adam," she said slowly. *Why do I torture myself like this?* She thought.