"You should try this."

Faith looked at the short, deep blue dress that Trish held up and rose an eyebrow. It wasn't bad. Of course, the dresses that Trish and Stephanie picked up usually looked great... on them. She just wasn't the dress type. "Not my style," she muttered, then turned back to the rack of pants. She was thinking pinstripe.

"You've got amnesia. How would you know what your style is?"

Stephanie smirked. "As much as I hate to admit it, she's got a point. You don't really know what your style is, do you?"

"It's a feeling." Faith shrugged and pulled a pair from the rack. "I don't think I was ever the dress type of girl, and I really don't feel like the dress type now. Besides, have you ever tried to fight in a dress? I'm betting it's hard as hell."

"Actually, it's pretty easy." Trish laughed as she walked a few feet away to replace the dress. "There's less material to confine you and your legs are just free. It's the heels that cause a problem."

"And you can solve that by wearing lower, chunky heels."

"Oh, uh uh!" Trish shook her head violently. "I refuse to let you go back to those ugly shoes, Steph."

"They were not ugly! Just because they were comfortable..."

"Comfort means ugly, so hush." She rolled her eyes. "You don't have to wear stilletos, but you don't have to go just ugly, either."

Faith listened to them bicker over fashion, but her mind was elsewhere. The past two nights, she had tried her best to stay inside. Every time she stepped outside at night, her stomach tightened in knots that she knew signified that something for her to fight was very close. They were in the crowds at the arenas, they were lurking outside of the hotel. She didn't think they were looking for her in particular, but she was supposed to be looking for them.

Dave kept offering to stay in with her, but all he ended up doing was trolling the streets with her when she couldn't deny the calling anymore. Part of her worried about taking him out there with her, knowing what lie ahead, but she didn't want to be alone in her oddity. She didn't want to walk through the night with nothing but the darkness to keep her company. So, Dave walked with her, close enough so she could feel his presence, but far enough away that she could burst ahead if necessary.

She could still hardly believe that things were going so easily. She figured if she had just told this as a story, it would have been harder to believe. But the others had seen it. They had been attacked. They couldn't say that Faith was just delusional or making stuff up for attention, because they had seen it, too. They had seen the vampires, felt their foul breath upon their necks, and watched Faith perform with superhuman strength.

As easily as things were going, though, she still waited for her persecution to come. One day, she was sure that the novelty would wear off and they would send her packing. It wasn't like Hunter was the nicest guy in the world, and honestly, Stephanie was cool, but Faith wouldn't call her honor-bound and trustworthy. She wouldn't say that about any of them. Of course, she couldn't say that about herself either. All she knew for sure was, at the moment, everyone was coping.

"Hunter doesn't have plans for tomorrow night, does he?" Faith turned to the women curiously. "After the show, I mean?"

Stephanie thought for a moment, then shrugged. "You never know when it comes to Hunter. Sometimes he gets an idea and..." She shrugged again. "And then, there's Ric. Sometimes, he just decides on a whim that he wants to go out and party. Why?"

"Because I think we should stay in." Faith sighed. She thought the entire city should have stayed in that night, but that wasn't nearly as plausible as just getting her friends to stay inside.

"Are you having one of those weird moments?" Trish moved closer, carrying an armful of shirts that looked like they would match with the pants Faith was holding. "Like... something's gonna happen?"

"Maybe." Faith shrugged. "It just feels wrong, ya know? Like there's something waiting..." She held back the rest of the thought, which was that she felt like something was waiting for her, specifically. Things were weird enough without adding fuel to the fire. "I wish we could get out of Detroit, altogether."

"Not gonna happen," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "If I go to Dad and say we need to cancel a show because we have a vampire killer on the roster and she thinks that we're in danger, he'll lock us all up. Not that I don't believe you," she added quickly. "If you say we should stay in, then it's in that we stay. But, I can't get it cancelled."

"I know. I just wish..." Faith sighed. "I wish that I had lost the feelings with the memories."

"You wouldn't rather remember?" Trish looked at her with confusion. "That's weird. I'd have thought you wanted to remember so you could know what was going on."

"You know what they say. Ignorance is bliss." Faith pushed a dangling lock of hair back on her head. "I'd rather know nothing than have the bits and pieces. I want to be able to start fresh, but I can't, because I have this leftover duty that's not going to go away just because my memory did."

"I know that has to be hard, Faith, but think of it this way." Stephanie walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "At least you're not alone. You were lucky enough to be accepted by the elite. You're with the best of the best of the wrestling world. Hell, as far as Hunter and I are concerned, we're the best of the best of the entire world. For a new life, you could have done a lot worse. You could be hanging out with Lita, and that would be a fate worse than death."

Trish laughed, then smirked. "Ya know, I hear there was a time when she was very modest. A delight to be around, even. What happened to the lovable, dare I say likable, Stephanie McMahon?"

"I married Triple H and he showed me the wonders of conceit."

"Oh, I'm so lucky." Faith rolled her eyes, but a grin curved her lips upward. "I got rich losers as opposed to poor ones. So rich that, as a present for saving your life, you can float me a loan because your old man doesn't pay me enough for four hundred dollar pants."

Stephanie groaned, then snickered. "You're so full of shit." She took the pants from her. "Fine, but you're buying the shirts. You're so lucky that I like you."

"Yes, I know. And think... as strong as I am, you're lucky that I like you, too." Faith laughed and picked a few shirts from Trish's arms. Her last statement had been a little more true than anyone knew. Without her around, Stephanie, Trish and everyone that Faith now called her friends would probably be dead.