Shane McMahon is stewing quietly as they make their way slowly, carefully, back to Luke's. None of them want to loiter around for too long, but they're also worried that another attack might be imminent, so they go slowly. "We're ridiculously vulnerable right now," Shane says grimly and a few others look at him, varying emotions on their faces.
"Do you have a better idea of what we can do then?" Aiden asks and Shane turns to look at him, a frown on his face.
"I'm thinking," he says after a moment of silence. None of the others look impressed and he huffs, pointing a thumb at himself. "Excuse me, I don't see any of you with the Best in the World statue to your names. That's me. You should show me some more respect. Right?" he pauses a moment. "AJ...?"
His former rival rolls his eyes, unimpressed with Shane singling him out. "Whatever, man. We're got bigger problems than your ego bein' deflated a little. We gotta keep an eye out to make sure nothin' gets us while we're tryin' to make it to Luke's."
Shane clearly hates it. He desperately wants to argue but as it stands, they've lost leaders for both of Raw and Smackdown, so he allows things to move beyond what he was trying to say. For now. The group of quiet, antsy wrestlers make their way slowly, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, any sign of a forthcoming attack. They're all so hypervigilant that none of them notice just how cold it's gotten until it's too late.
They notice, however, when a blinding light shines upon them, brighter than the sun at its peak, and everything
slowly
comes
to
a
stop.
