Paul sighed as he slipped in the card at his hotel door and opened it, slowly and quietly stepping inside. He silently closed the door and locked it, putting the dead bolt on, and put his keys and bag to the floor. Paul adjusted his eyes in the dark room as he stepped further in the hotel.

"Where've you been?"

Paul stepped back slowly, taken aback by his wives voice, as he flipped on the light switch, lighting the room up. Paul looked at Stephanie closely and felt a sharp pain in his chest. She looked dreadful. Like she hadn't slept for days and she had been crying for hours; she was in the same outfit from that night and her hair was not brushed. Paul's eyes locked onto a glass that Stephanie was holding. "Is that wine?" he demanded.

Stephanie snorted and stood up, throwing the glass across the room and shattering it against the wall. "I'm a complete idiot," she hissed. Paul frowned at her tone but held his ground as she walked past him and into the bathroom. "You didn't answer the question."

Paul shrugged. "I was out."

Stephanie stepped out of the bathroom and glared furiously at him. "I didn't ask for you to be vague either."

"Why are you grilling me?" Paul snapped. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Stephanie crossed her arms across her chest and burned a hole through Paul, which caused him to swallow hard. "What were you and Melina doing at that Day's Inn?"

Paul froze; his blood turned cold and his eyes switched to his wives face. It was hard, set, determined and searching for an answer. She took his silence as the answer she was hoping she wouldn't get. Stephanie shook her head feverishly and shoved Paul as she moved to the dresser. She pulled it open so aggressively that it fell to the floor. She ignored what she had done and pulled all the clothes out and threw them on the bed. "I cannot fucking believe you!"

"Stephanie…"

"We haven't even been married that long and you're already fucking someone else behind my back!"

"Stephanie, please…" Paul moved toward her, attempting to hug and calm her but Stephanie only slapped the taste right out of his mouth. Paul moved his hand to his face and looked at Stephanie miserably.

She glared at him and pointed her finger in his face. "Don't you fucking touch me," she hissed venomously. "You can get your stuff and get the fuck out of here."

Paul looked at her wide-eyed. "Steph…"

"And while you're at it," she added. "Put in your resignation form. You're fired."

"Stephanie!" He watched with pained eyes as she grabbed her things and stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Paul looked at the door, not quite realizing what had just transpired. Once he did, he slammed his fist into the wall closest to him, ignoring the blood that covered his hand.

Trish sighed in contentment as she lied on her bed in the hotel and closed her eyes. Despite the fact that her friends world seemed to be crashing down on them, her life was anything but. Her high school sweetheart and her were getting married soon. She felt guilty that she didn't have the drama that Amy and Stephanie had at the moment, but she wanted to take the time that she had to herself to revel in it.

She opened her eyes suddenly as she heard banging on her door. She sighed and stood up. Well…it was great while it lasted, she thought dourly. The banging continued and Trish sighed exasperated. "Alright, hold on!"

She unlocked the door and opened it, ready to scream at the person on the other side. "What the hell-?" Trish stopped in mid-sentence as she saw Paul standing in front of the door looking like hell in every way. "Paul?" She caught a glimpse of his hand, covered in dried blood. "What happened?" she cried.

Paul pushed past her and into her room, looking around. "Where is she?"

Trish closed the door and raised her eyebrows. "Who?"

"Stephanie!"

Trish mouthed an 'Oh' and grabbed Paul by his other hand and pulling him to the bed. "Is it true?" she asked quietly.

Paul looked at her bewildered and cursed under his breath. "You know about it too?"

She sighed and stepped away from him. "Then I guess that's a yes…" she muttered.

Paul stood up and quickly shook his head. "No, I answered that wrong. I'm not cheating!"

"You're not?" Paul shook his head. "Then explain to me what John and Shane saw you doing with Melina."

"Cena and Shane started this rumor!" he asked heatedly.

Trish quickly shook her head. "No! They just saw you spending a lot of time together, alone, and in secret." Trish then shook her head. "We all just assumed the worse."

"I was with Melina because I was giving Stephanie a present!" he cried. "I didn't want her to find out about it so we needed to keep it a secret."

"Why?" she asked. "And why with Melina?"

"Her cousin is a real estate agent," Paul told her. "When we were touring in Florida, Stephanie saw this house that she really liked, but the owners refused to sell it. She wanted to get one built but there wasn't any location that she liked."

Trish shrugged. "So?"

"So, Stephanie mentioned that she was upset that she couldn't get it and me trying to be a good husband, I mentioned something to Melina and she told me about her cousin."

"So…the whole time, you and Melina have been trying to get that house? Stephanie's dream house?"

Paul nodded. "It was going to be her birthday gift. I didn't think John and Shane would've thought I was cheating…and with Melina!"

Trish giggled then blushed and quieted at Paul's expression. "Sorry, but in situations like these, you have to laugh to keep from crying."

Paul buried his hands in his face. "What the fuck am I going to do? How will she believe me?"

"Well, first thing first…we have to find her."

Paul shook his head. "If doesn't want to be found…she won't."

Trish shook her head and grabbed her things. "Trust me, Paul. She'll want to be found."

John opened one of his eyes as he was awaken by his phone ringing. He grunted as he reached for it and saw the time on the clock across the room. He flipped it open. "This better be good," he muttered.

"Cena!"

John sat up, both eyes open, and alert. "Paul. Why are calling on Trish's phone?"

"Because I'm with her," he snapped. "Listen, is Stephanie there with you?"

"No." He heard Paul curse and tell Trish something. "What is going on?"

"Well, thanks to you Stephanie thinks that I cheated on her."

"And you're telling me you didn't?" John replied crossly.

"I didn't!" Paul snapped. "You should've confronted me first instead of running your mouth to my wife!"

"Hey! I did what any friend would've!" Cena snapped back.

Paul sighed over the phone. "Look, right now I'm concerned with finding Stephanie."

"Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Meet us at the arena. Maybe she went back there for some reason."

Cena shut his phone, grabbed one of his shirts, his wallet and ran out of his hotel room.

Adam flipped on the light and squinted at the sudden brightness and Amy groaned. He rubbed her shoulder and picked up his ringing cell phone. "What?"

"Yo man, it's Cena."

Adam frowned at Amy sat up and glared at him for waking her up. He smiled weakly at her and she rolled her eyes at him, getting out of the bed and into the bathroom. "It's one in the morning, John."

"I know, I know, but Stephanie is missing."

"Missing?" he repeated. Amy came back out of the bathroom and looked at Adam, worried. "How can Stephanie be missing?"

"Because we all thought that Paul was cheating and word got to her," John answered.

"Is he cheating?"

"No. Supposedly it's just a big misunderstanding."

"What's going on?" Amy asked awake and worried.

"What do you want us to do?" Adam asked, ignoring Amy.

"Call around and check the east side," Cena told him. "Paul wouldn't be this worried if he didn't believe that something could happen to her."

"Alright, we'll take care of it." He closed his phone and looked at the concerned Amy. "Steph's missing," he said.

Tears immediately came to Amy's eyes as she put her hands over her mouth and muttered, "Oh God…"

"Are you sure?" Paul asked over the phone.

"Yeah," Michael answered. "I checked the restaurant we were at yesterday, the airport, the clubs on the west side…I haven't seen her or her car, anywhere."

Paul sighed. "Alright, thanks man."

"I'll keep looking though."

Paul closed his phone as Trish rubbed his shoulder. "She'll be fine."

"I dunno," Paul said, shaking his head. "You ever have that feeling in your stomach that you know something terrible is going to happen?"

Trish didn't answer as they saw a taxi come around the corner to the arena. It stopped beside Trish's car as John and Randy both got out and ran up to them.

"Hey, any luck?" Randy asked as they approached them. Paul shook his head sadly and sat down on the curb. Randy shot a look at Trish and she only looked back at him mournfully for Paul.

"Alright, we need to go out and look for her," John said.

Randy nodded his head agreeing as Paul suddenly stood up and grabbed John by the shirt. "This is your fault you little punk!"

"Hey!" Randy shouted, getting in between the two.

Paul pointed his finger at John still enraged. "If you hadn't opened your fucking mouth, Stephanie would've never followed me and believed that I was cheating!"

"If you hadn't been sneaking around then none of this would've happened!" John snapped livid. "The only person to blame here is yourself!"

"Guys!" Trish yelled getting involved. "This is not helping us right now. Stephanie is out there in uncharted territory. The sooner we get a hold on her, the better," she reminded them.

Paul and John both relaxed, but kept their eyes on each other, as Randy asked Paul, "You tried her cell?"

"Yeah, it says it's out of service."

Trish started to walk to the car. "Well, come on then."

Randy followed her while Paul shot John a glare as he followed them as well.

John sat in the back seat, next to Randy, and sighed as he looked at his cell phone again. Randy glanced over at him and shot him a look. "Will you stop looking at your phone?"

John ignored him and leaned forward towards Paul, who sat in the passenger seat. "Look, we've been to five different clubs and bars, three restaurants, the gas stations, the parks, the movie theaters, the beach, and twenty different hotels," he said. "I think it's time we get the cops in on this."

Paul shook his head sadly as Trish nodded her head. "Yeah…I agree."

"What about her parents?" Randy asked.

Trish looked at Paul, as they waited for him to answer, but when he didn't, Trish spoke up, looking in the rearview mirror, "They would've called if she was with them."

"Where could she be?" Paul whispered as he gazed outside the window.

Randy leaned forward and pointed at the windshield. "Hey, look towards your right."

Trish did so and frowned. Yards in front of them they saw taillights and smoke. "It looks like an accident," she pointed out.

"Pull over," Randy said. "Maybe they need help."

Trish pulled the car over the shoulder as all four exited the car. Because it was three in the morning, there was no traffic, and apparently no cops or civilians to call the cops. John and Randy were the first ones to approach the car, with Trish and Paul trailing behind them. Randy and John jogged up to the car and stopped a few feet from it as Randy shouted out to Trish. "Hey, you got a flashlight?" he yelled out to Trish. She nodded and ran back to the car to retrieve it. Randy examined the damage; the front of the car was wrapped around a tree and there were skid marks on the road. From the wet roads from the evenings previous rain shower, Randy assumed that the driver lost control. As Trish ran back to them, Randy moved to the other side to take a better look at the car when he and John both froze. "Oh, fuck," Randy muttered.

"What?" Paul asked as he and Trish walked closer.

John looked at Paul, on the verge of panicking as Paul's eyes grew wide. "It's Steph's car…"