She entered the empty locker room, and took her jumper off. She was already late, and rushed to Eric Bishoff's office to check in. She had interrupted Randy who was back mouthing Batista. He clearly wanted a shot at the World heavyweight championship. Stacy began to back out, when Batista asked her whether he should have a chance or not.

"Uh…" she stuttered. She was supposed to be acting as Randy's girlfriend on the show.

"Wait a minute…wasn't he the one who RKO'ed you a couple of weeks ago?" he replied, stirring up trouble. Most of this was impromptu.

Stacy mock glared at Randy.

"Stace, come on! That was a part of our plan…"

"If I'm what you had to sacrifice to beat Taker…and you still got beaten," she pointed out, "Then I guess you've got no chance in getting that title, cause I'm not on your side anymore Randy," she smirked. Stacy could hear a mix of cheers and boos in the crowd. Stacy stalked out. She had a bit of a headache, and the crowds' cheers weren't helping.

She rounded the corner, and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened as she had a quick flash of the girl…the girl she had seen in her dream. She was lying at the end of the hallway, back propped up against the end door.

Then, suddenly, the girls pale face jerked upward, revealing her blue-grey eyes, and slashed neck. Blood was everywhere…then Stacy suddenly recognised those eyes…

Stacy staggered back, hand over mouth. She closed her eyes, and opened them; the girl was gone. The girl who had looked a lot like…Torrie. Stacy felt like screaming…was Torrie in trouble? Or was Stacy just losing her sanity? She had the need to go back to the apartment and check up on her friend.

She was breathing heavily, and her hands were clammy.

Shawn Michaels came up behind her, and saw Stacy.

"Whoa, Stace, what's wrong with you? Looks like you've seen a ghost…" he asked in his usual husky voice. She was silent for a bit.

"No…no just didn't get enough sleep." Even though she hadn't had enough sleep like had she said, was this the excuse she would have to explain to all the people that asked if she was ok?

Shawn left to go to his match as Stacy rushed back to the locker room. She staggered into the bathroom, and fell into one of the cubicles. She vomited. Stacy coughed for a few seconds, chocking on the sour taste that was left in her mouth. Her body was shaking violently beneath her.

She heard a knock at the locker room door, and picked herself up as hastily as she could. Stacy grabbed a paper towel, and wiped her mouth.

"Yes?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Stacy, you are on in 10," she heard the events manager say through the door crack.

Stacy rubbed her head, and sighed. It wasn't making any sense…she had assumed it was just a dream. Maybe she was losing her mind after all. She quickly brushed her teeth to rid of the taste, and walked out into the hall. Stacy waited just behind the curtain for her entrance music, and tried to calm herself. It was not worth losing her head over…or was it?

Stacy smoothed down the front of her skirt, and pushed the curtain aside at the sound of the music. She put on a mask…a mask that people would see as a happy, beautiful girl with no worries in the world. They were wrong…they were dead wrong.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry i havent updated in a while! here we go another chapter R and R plz! thanx!