Kane sighed heavily as he walked into his locker room and dropped his bag. The show in Chicago had gone fine but since Test hadn't bothered to show up, it was wholly unsatisfying.

"It doesn't matter, he's gotta come back sometime." The big man smiled heartily at the thought as he sat down and began to pull out his ring gear.

"Hey bro…" Mark said pushing through the door without knocking. Kane raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"Maybe if I was naked when you opened the door you'd learn to knock."

"Probably not, no." Mark smiled. "How are you holding up?" Kane shrugged.

"It's strange being here without Robin." Mark shook his head and sat down across from him.

"Big love struck idiot…" The Undertaker laughed and ran a hand over his red hair.

"So what if I am." Kane smiled. "You should have seen yourself when you met Sara."

"I was nothing like this. Besides, as soon as I realized she was perfect I married her."

"Before she could come to her senses and leave?" Mark shot his brother a dirty look but didn't disagree.

"I checked the roster for tonight." Mark began. "Test is here." The big man couldn't help but grin when his brother's head shot up.

"I want him." He growled as he spun his mask over and over in his hand.

"We got him."

"We? What do you mean we?"

"Tag match. It's you and me against Test and Steiner."

"What does Steiner have to do with any of this?" Kane wrinkled his nose at the thought. He had no problem with Scott. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever spoken to him.

"My guess is, he's the only one out here dumb enough to actually listen to Test. If that big bastard said jump, Steiner'd ask how high." Mark grumbled and folded his arms over his chest.

"Whatever…" Kane shrugged and glanced down at his cell phone.

"You still waitin for that girl to call you?" Mark was laughing again.

"No…" The big man pouted and tossed the phone back into his bag. "It's just… OH shut up."

"Love struck idiot…" The Undertaker smiled as he stood up and headed for the door. "Our match is up fifth tonight. Don't get yourself lost before then alright?" Kane nodded and stood up, shaking his older brother's hand.

"You know I'll be there."

"Good. Maybe I'll even leave a little of Test for you before I tag you in."

"What do you mean when you tag me in? I always go in first." Kane all but squeaked.

"Things change little brother. Besides, I'm older. What I say goes." The big man shook his head and pushed the Undertaker out the door, closing it resolutely behind him. He listened for a minute. He could hear Mark's footsteps receding.

"Finally." He chuckled and went back to his bag. Fishing out his cell phone he started punching numbers.

"Hello?" He heard after three rings. Kane could feel the knot in his stomach ease at the sound of her voice.

"Hey baby. How you feeling?"

"Kane!" Robin squeaked from the other end of the line. "Where are you? Are you in Indianapolis yet?"

"Yeah, I just got to the arena. I didn't wake you did I?" He asked then realized how loud it was behind her.

"No, no I'm awake." She giggled. Kane cocked his head to the side slightly and tried to make out the noise.

"Where are you? I can barely hear you over the background noise."

"I know, I think it's just a bad reception baby. I'm sorry." Robin said. She sounded muffled. Kane felt himself frowning.

"That's alright. I was just calling to see how you were feeling."

"Never better darlin, never better." She was laughing.

"I'll give you a call after my match okay?"

"Alright. I can't wait to see you." So much static. It was really beginning to get on Kane's nerves.

"Love you little girl." He grinned.

"Love you too kid." She was still giggling. It made the big man happy that she was laughing again. "G'bye."

Kane hung up his phone and leaned back until he was lying on the bench. Robin made him so happy he could barely stand himself. This could conceivably ruin his character. How was the Big Red Machine supposed to be scary when he couldn't stop smiling?

The big man shook off the thought and got up grabbing a towel and a bottle of water as he did.

"A quick trip to the gym, then to catering for dinner. By then it should be about showtime." He muttered to himself as he walked out the door.