Ambrose was not happy as he left ringside after Money in the Bank went off the air. The lights did not flicker or go out but he still felt uneasy by the text message he had received earlier that night. When he got back to the locker room, he found Seth and Roman showered, changed, and ready to go. He grabbed his stuff and they headed for the parking garage. Fans were waiting around for autographs. While Roman went to get the rental car, Seth and Dean signed a few autographs.

It was a quiet ride back to the hotel they were staying at with Ambrose fidgeting even more than usual.

"Hey Roman," Ambrose said, "did you see who sent the text about the Wyatts being released from prison?"

"No," Roman said, "I didn't recognize the phone number. Did you Seth?"

Seth shook his head. "Could have been anyone," he said. "I wouldn't worry about it. Shaw said the police were going to keep a close eye on the Wyatts and are trying to get a restraining order against them. We know Vince isn't going to rehire them so we have nothing to worry about."

Dean put his headphones in his ears and closed his eyes as they waited for the traffic jam at the arena to clear up. He felt his phone vibrate. He opened his eyes and looked down at his phone. He saw he had another text. He opened it and saw it was a picture of him doing commentary along with pictures of Seth and Roman. He looked at the phone number but didn't recognize it. He looked up and saw that Seth was also looking at his phone. "We've got a stalker."

"Or something like that," Seth agreed. "I forwarded it to Shaw." He said.

"What is it," Roman asked. He had been too busy driving to look at his phone.

"Someone sent a text with pictures from the show of the three of us. No words or anything. Could be from the same person who sent the first text."

"Maybe it's just a fan wanting to send us pictures," Roman suggested. Not that he believed that. Something was very wrong about this. They arrived at the hotel and they got out. They went to the front desk to check in. They hadn't had a chance to check in before the show.

The woman behind the desk took their names and searched her computer for their names. "I show a reservation for Colby Lopez and Joe Anoa'i but nothing for a Jon Good."

"That's ridiculous," Ambrose said, "WWE made a reservation for all three of us."

"I'm sorry sir I don't see one," she said, "but you are in luck. We do have a room open on another floor. I would suggest a rollaway but we ran out of those tonight. A lot of wrestling fans and their families staying there and wrestlers of course."

"Fine I'll take the other room," Ambrose said taking the key card from her.

The receptionist smiled at them. "Mr. Lopez and Mr. Anoa'i you are in room 518 and Mr. Good you are in room 1419. Have a nice stay."

"Top floor," Ambrose said and you guys are on the 5th floor."

"Crazy," Seth said, "wonder how the reservations got messed up?" He said as they waited for the elevator. They got in and pushed the buttons for 5 and 14.

A small child came into the elevator and selected 4. He saw the 14 lit and said, "I wouldn't want to stay on the 14th floor. My daddy said it's really the 13th floor and that means its bad luck."

"I'm not worried," Ambrose said. "I never let those kinds of things get to me."

"If you say so," the kid said as he got out of the elevator for his floor. The elevator went up another floor and Seth and Roman got out.

"If you get scared give us a call," Roman said with a grin.

Ambrose gave him a gesture he was glad that no one but the Shield was there to see. Seth and Roman laughed as the elevator doors closed.

Ambrose stood waiting as the elevator made its way to the 14th floor. Ambrose got out and rolled his suitcase down the hallway to the room. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He started shivering as the room was freezing. He went over to the thermostat and turned it up as high as it went. He sat down on the bed and started flipping through the channels but there was nothing on. His phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey it's me," Seth said. "Roman and I are going to an all-night diner. You want to come?"

"Yeah. I'll see you guys downstairs in five minutes," he said and hung up. The room was still freezing so he grabbed his leather jacket and took the elevator down to the lobby. He went up to the woman behind the desk. "I think the thermostat in room 1419 is broken. It's freezing inside."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll send up someone from maintenance to look into that."

"Thanks," Ambrose said as he turned away. He saw Seth and Roman leaving the elevators.

They exited the hotel and drove to the diner. A lot of superstars and divas were there eating a late night dinner. They were seated at a table next to Nikki Bella, John Cena, and Brie and Daniel Bryan. Brie and Daniel were eating salads while John and Nikki were eating steaks.

They talked about the show but no one mentioned the news about the Wyatts. They chatted for a long time before they realized what time it was and how early they all had to get up the next morning to drive to RAW.

The shield got in their rental car and Seth drove them back to the hotel. They said goodnight when the elevator stopped on the 5th floor and Seth and Roman got out. Ambrose leaned back resting his head on the back elevator wall hoping he didn't fall asleep. He was really tired. When the elevator dinged for the 14th floor he opened his eyes and exited the elevator. When he got to his room he found it was still freezing. There was a blinking red light on his phone indicating he had a message. He listened to it.

"Hello Mr. Good. This is Alice at the front desk. Unfortunately maintenance couldn't fix your thermostat tonight and there are no more rooms. Housekeeping will bring up some blankets. I hope you have a good night."

Ambrose hung up the phone and saw the blankets stacked at the foot of the bed. Maybe he should have listened to the kid when he said the 14th floor was bad luck.

Notes: Stay tuned next chapter for the rest of the Shield's night.