January 30th 2007...

"Hey… sorry that took so long." The man lying on the king sized bed heard, looked away from the Tv and saw Amanda standing a few feet away, red and black pajamas on, her makeup off and her hair soaked… but Chris Benoit knew what had delayed Amanda's shower.

It wasn't exactly the shower itself, it was that Amanda, despite not admitting to it, was hurting. A reddish purple bruise took up most of her right shoulder, the bruise the result of Amanda crashing into the barricade. Chris sat up and moved back on the bed a few inches.

"Come here, little one." Chris responded in a gentle tone, Amanda walking over and sitting down after handing him the towel she had been holding.

Chris reached over, lightly wringing the water out of Amanda's shoulder length hair and rubbing the towel against it… when the two first met, he had thought of her as a student. Now he considered her one of his family and wanted to help ease the pain she was feeling, making sure she didn't move that aggravated shoulder.

"First thing tomorrow, we're going straight to the doctor." Chris explained, Amanda looking over her left shoulder at him. "Don't fight me on this on, you can barely move your right arm." He replied, having gone through that kind of pain himself from the neck injury he suffered nearly six years earlier.

Amanda nodded as Chris kissed her on her forehead… five years, the two had known each other because John used to bring her to the events or bring her along with him during the summer… two years since Chris started training her and Amanda caught attention quickly.

He wanted to be around to see her career flourish, see her live out all her dreams…

Neither one of them knew that moments like these were starting to become numbered.

June 25th 2007...

Amanda was wandering the hallways nervously. Multiple attempts to get in touch with Chris, Nancy and little Daniel went unanswered after the texts that she, Chavo and referee Scott Armstrong received from Chris's and Nancy's phones and they had brought it to John Laurinaitis's attention. The last time Amanda had heard from Chris was on Amanda's birthday back on the 20th.

Amanda stopped when she saw Hunter and Vince talking, both having looked like they'd been crying. Hunter turned and looked at Amanda… and she knew right away why all attempts to contact the Benoit family had failed.

The second Hunter walked towards her, Amanda turned and ran, not wanting to be comforted, not wanting it to be true… Amanda screamed out as she fell, bashing her recently healed nose against the floor and breaking it again.

Amanda felt Hunter pull her up to where she was able to sit and him putting his left hand on her nose, resetting it and making Amanda scream in pain before he pulled her into his arms, lightly stroking her hair as she sobbed.

"It… no, please! They can't… Hunter, please tell me it's..." Amanda tried to respond, Hunter dissolving into another round of sobs himself.

"I'm sorry, kiddo… they're gone." Hunter replied through his tears, him and Amanda hugging each other as both cried for the family they loved like their own… the one they would never see again…

Present time, November 1st 2016...

"There you are, we were thinking we'd gotten lost in this arena." Finn responded as he and Amanda walked into the office Shane and Daniel were in.

"When you've been in an arena long enough, every one of them starts to look the same." Both heard, looked and saw Randy… he had delayed telling Amanda about the storyline but there was no putting it off now.

"Why is he here?!" Finn asked, shielding Amanda.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt her, that was a lifetime ago. I'm a part of this new storyline and it's gonna get a bit… intense. If neither of you are up to it, it's…" Randy explained.

"It's alright, we've… done crazier storylines in the past." Amanda replied, Randy noticing that she had hesitated slightly but chalked it up to being blindsided out in the ring.

"Okay, so we'll all meet up tomorrow to discuss it completely… yes, that includes them, Babydoll." Shane replied, seeing the look on Amanda's face. It was not any crazy incident that led Amanda to not talk to Bray or Luke since July, it was just with her being on Raw and them being on Smackdown that they hardly had time to catch up anymore.

Amanda, Finn and Randy left, Randy walking down the northwest hallway while Amanda and Finn headed down the southeast one where their locker room was. Amanda stopped for a second, thinking she heard him… but she shook it off.

"It never really goes away… does it?" Finn asked, lightly rubbing his hand up and down Amanda's back.

"I was in this arena the day we got the news… Hunter said at one point that no one took it worse than I did because there were times I… thought I'd hear one of them talking, reaching out to me. You probably think I'm…" Amanda answered.

"No, you're not crazy and even though I didn't know you at the time, you weren't crazy then… Love, you were grieving and you had every right to, it was traumatizing because you had become like a daughter to Chris and Nancy and an older sister to little Daniel. And when that connection was ripped out of your soul, you lost who you were." Finn responded, pulling Amanda into his arms.

Amanda rested her head on Finn's left shoulder as her arms were wrapped around him, the two reluctantly letting go after a few minutes as Amanda had to get cleaned off. When they walked into their locker room, both kissed and Amanda walked into the bathroom and stripped down, clipping her shoulder length hair up before starting the shower up.

Amanda stepped in after checking the temperature of the water and grabbed her scrubby brush and argan and marula oil body soap, squeezing some onto the scrubby before closing the bottle and putting it on the shelf.

Amanda lathered the soap up and scrubbed it onto her skin, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as the steam gathered around her… it always soothed her mind, calmed her nerves… but it was just temporary.

Putting the brush on the handle after opening her eyes, Amanda grabbed the detachable showerhead and rinsed the soap off, hearing the words again.

"The sleeping mind has no limits, little one… nightmarish nights happen to all of us."

"But they need to stop! I've had enough, you hear me?! You hear me, Chris?!" Amanda screamed in her mind after turning the water off and putting the showerhead back, wishing that she hadn't snapped like that.

Even if she didn't really yell at him, no one could ever really yell at a ghost.

Amanda snatched the dark red towel and wrapped it around herself, opening the glass door and stepping out after drying off with the white towel…

No matter what she did nowadays, Amanda couldn't find peace for long.