I was still a little shaken from almost being shot. Thank goodness my dad came when he did. I sat in one of the waiting room chairs watching as my father made a call on Shane's cellphone. I wonder whom he's calling.

Dad sounded really frustrated. "Eddy this has to stop. I don't think you realize how close Daniel came to being shot. If I hadn't opened the door when I did...yeah they were arrested. Don't remind me. Not today Eddy. I'm going to see if I can take him to Nancy's. He's pretty shaken up. Wouldn't you be? Yeah probably tomorrow. Right now I want to make sure Daniel's okay. Okay put him on. You are? Good. I don't want them to be in some kind of danger. Nancy's. Yeah call me back later. I have Shane's cell. Bye." He turned towards me he suddenly looked old. "I'm going to ask your mother about taking you to her house. I don't think going back to the hotel is such a good idea."

I followed him into Trevor's room. Mom and Jason were sitting on either side of the bed. They looked up when we entered. Both mom and Jason glared at dad. Trevor had a sort of a wide-eyed expression on his face like he knew what was going to happen and was excited.

"Nancy." I could tell dad was nervous. "First I want to tell you Michael Erichson, a FBI agent, is having security beefed up here."

"Good." Mom's voice was icy.

"Second would you mind if I take Daniel to your house? The hotel is going to be swamped with reporters."

"And can dad stay there for that reason?" Three faces all seemed to ask if I was crazy. Don't get me wrong. I've already given up on the idea that my parents are going to get back together.

"Well," mom said. "We were planning to stay with Trevor tonight and all considered Daniel being alone might not be a good idea." She sighed. "Chris if you want to you can stay in the guest room."

"Nancy..." Jason started to say.

"There's no real point in arguing the issue Jason. I'd feel better if someone was with Daniel. And I don't have the time to call Ted or David."

Great it's not like I'm eighteen years old or anything. But I didn't say that. I knew my mom was just trying to look out for me. After all I did almost get shot.

Jason just sighed. "I guess my opinion doesn't matter in this. Fine if it would be easier on everyone then I guess it's okay." I guess this must be hard for him seeing mom's ex-husband.

"Also Danny will have a bodyguard with him at all times starting tomorrow. I think it would be for the best if he did." Dad continued. "Thanks for letting us stay at your house Nancy." He said walking out of the hospital room. I followed dad outside of the room.

We took a cab to my mother's house. Dad stopped outside of the house and just stared. "You didn't move."

"Mom and Jason decided Jason's house wasn't big enough. And I think they said I've had enough changes in my life." It was true. I had overheard them say that one time.

Dad followed me into the house. He stood there for the longest time just looking around the house. I wonder how long he'll stand there in the doorway? "It's okay to actually go in dad." Man my voice is still shaking.

Dad chuckled. "I never thought I'd be back here. Not after being in hiding for fourteen years."

"You can sleep in Tatem's old room." I said. "If you don't mind it having a few toys. It's used as a guestroom/Misha's room when she spends the night." I turned to see dad staring at the wall of pictures.

"She has pictures of Megan and David and David's kids." He said touching one of David and Sally's wedding.

Mom said they were still family to her." He nodded continuing to look at the pictures. "Mom has a box of your stuff still in the attic. I'll go get it." I decided dad probably needed a few minutes to himself.

I headed up to the attic and to the corner where mom kept dad's boxes. They were gone. Now I remember what mom said the day of the infamous reunion. Dad's stuff had disappeared from the attic. I looked around hoping to find something of dad's. They couldn't have taken everything!

I found a box that had been shoved really far into a corner out of sight. I had never seen this box before. It had dad's name on it. I carried it downstairs and was almost afraid I'd drop it.

I put it down in front of dad. "I forgot some of it disappeared. I found this shoved into a corner."

Dad opened it and let out a gasp. I thought maybe it was from whoever had taken dad's stuff. But dad smiled as he took out a pair of what looked like really old wrestling boots. "These were Tommy Billington's wrestling boots. He wrestled as the Dynamite Kid. Eddy told me that he had died about five years ago. He gave me these years ago." He wiped away a tear. "He was my inspiration growing up. When I was thirteen I knocked on his dressing room door, showed him my muscles and said: my name is Chris Benoit and when I grow up I'm going to be a wrestler just like you. I wish I had been able to go his funeral."

Dad put the boots down and continued sifting through the box. His hands literally shook, even harder then mine still were, as he pulled something out of the box. I had seen it in pictures and videos enough times to know what it is. It was the old WWE world title.

"I've had this title twice. Once in WCW for twenty-four hours and then in WWF for five months. I'm surprised your mother kept it.

So was I. I saw pain in dad's eyes as he set it aside. He pulled out a couple of VHS tapes and set them aside.

The phone started to ring. I picked it up figuring it was mom checking up on me. "Hello?"

"Danny?" Oh boy that's definitely not my mother. "Is that you?"

"Yeah. Hi Aunt Laurie." Aunt Laurie is my dad's younger sister. She lives in Edmonton.

"I just saw your father on the news. And it was followed by announcement that you were almost shot in a hospital. What's going on Danny?"

I covered the mouthpiece. "You want to talk to her?" I whispered to dad.

He nodded with tears in his eyes. I handed him the phone. "Hi Laurie."

I walked out of the room to give them privacy. I guess one good thing came out of today. But I couldn't help but think I really should call Levi. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I didn't want to deal with it. I don't want to deal with the fact that Trevor was hit by a car, that my brother Levi still doesn't know, or the fact that just an hour ago I was almost shot.

I want to find a hole and crawl in it and not come out.