This is a really short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer. As always, enjoy.

Shawn woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. He had woken up three times that night, crying, and he didn't know why. When he looked at the clock the final time, he saw that it was well past the time he normally got up, and groaned.

After showering and getting dressed, he wandered down the hallway to Mark's room, hoping to return the key he had. He knocked a few times, and when there was no answer, opened the door.

"Mark?" he called in, and still received no response. "You in here?"

After a moment of looking around, he shrugged and dropped the extra key off on the table.

'It was fun while it lasted,' he thought with a sigh, and then shook his head. On his way back to his room, though, Shawn ran into Kane.

"Where's your brother?" he asked with a weary smile. "It's noon…he should be sleeping."

Kane shrugged. "I think he went out for a ride…Something about a bad headache. But he always goes for rides whenever he's in a pensive mood."

"A what mood?"

"Pensive, Shawn. P-E-N-S-I-V-E. Look it up." Glen began walking down the hall with a chuckle before turning back around to regard Shawn. "You know, I had to go through the same thing with 'Taker this morning," he laughed. "You'd think a couple of grown men would know…"

Shawn, at this point, tuned Kane out completely, focus turned to the sudden sadness he felt.

'I guess I'll…see him…later,' he thought, shrugging and going back to his room and turning on the TV. As he stared at the screen, not really watching, he noticed a message on his answering machine.

"Hey, this is Shane," the voice said. "Just calling to let you know that there's been a change of plans--RAW will be in Philadelphia this week, and SmackDown will be in Los Angeles. After that, my dad said that the two brands will be more or less traveling separately..."

Shawn felt his heart drop, not hearing the rest of the message. "I won't see him…" he whispered, and immediately slapped himself in the face.

A few hours later, the Undertaker returned to the hotel, having had a nice long chat with himself. He even managed a small smile when he opened his door and found the room empty...

A smile which immediately faded when he saw the spare key on his table. "Shawn… You're serious about this," he said sadly, putting the key in his pocket. He looked out the window and up at the moonless sky.

"If you're serious… I'll have to be too." He brushed back his hair with a sigh before taking the key out of his pocket and putting it in an envelope to be taken downstairs and returned. He noticed that there was a message on his answering machine and pressed the "Play" button. His eyes grew wide for a moment as he listened to Shane's voice, but by the end of the message the green orbs were dull and absent of all light.

"Goodbye…my Shawn."

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