Dean couldn't sleep. The room was just way too cold for that. As a wrestler who rose through the independents, he was used to sleeping in weird places. He got dressed and went downstairs figuring the lobby would be a lot warmer. He found the lobby deserted and sat down in an overstuffed chair. He took out his cellphone and texted the only person he knew would still be awake at this time of day. He texted:

You awake?

He got a response almost right away.

Yeah just watching Walking Dead Reruns. You are still awake?

Ambrose replied with:

I can't sleep. The thermostat in my room is broken and it's freezing in there. Sitting in the lobby.

Not your day. I'll have to ask AJ how her room was. She and Tamina are sharing a room there I think.

Ambrose started to yawn and closed his eyes. He probably could have slept on the floor of Seth and Roman's room but he was too tired to get up. He was asleep in no time.

Later in the morning Seth and Roman were getting ready to leave the hotel to drive to RAW. Seth was trying to reach Dean but received no answer. "I'm going up to his room," Seth said, "I'll see you downstairs."

He took his suitcase and left the room. He took the elevator to the 14th floor and knocked on the door.

He heard some grumbling and a few minutes later a blurry eyed Ambrose appeared at the door. He was wearing the same clothes he had slept in.

"You ready to go," Seth asked.

Ambrose blinked at him in confusion. He looked around at his surroundings. "How'd I get here?"

"We drove here last night," Seth said. "You okay?"

"But I fell asleep in the lobby last night. How'd I get to my room?"

"You were probably so tired last night that you don't remember going back to your room. Get your stuff. Roman and I will meet you down in the lobby," Seth said before turning around and leaving.

Ambrose turned around and went back into his hotel room feeling confused. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the lobby because his room was cold. He got dressed, brushed his hair and teeth, finished packing and went downstairs.

The elevator made many stops on the way down to the lobby as the elevator filled with wrestlers and non-wrestlers. He pulled his hat down further to not be noticed. The elevator stopped on the 4th floor and the little boy he met last night stepped into the elevator.

"So was the 14th floor bad luck," the little boy asked.

"No," he lied, "just different. I don't believe in the 13th floor being bad luck."

The kid flashed him a knowing smile and Ambrose was glad when the elevator arrived at the lobby. He waited for everyone to get out of the elevator before he exited. He found Roman and Seth waiting for him. He went to the front desk and checked out.

They walked to the rental car and Ambrose got in behind the wheel as it was his turn to drive. "We stopping for breakfast," he asked.

"We are behind schedule," Roman said. "We'll get something when we get to Hartford."

They drove a ways before Seth brought up what Ambrose had told him earlier. "So what happened last night? Have a couple of beers and forgot going to bed?"

"No Ambrose said, "maintenance couldn't fix the thermostat and the room was too cold to sleep in so I went down to the lobby and fell asleep. Next thing I know I'm in my hotel room and you're knocking on the door. I have no idea how I got there. Look on my phone. I was texting Punk last night from the lobby."

"We believe you," Seth said, "but maybe you were so tired last night that you don't remember going back to your room."

"I guess," Ambrose said though he didn't completely believe that. He'd never done that when he was sober. He hadn't had anything to drink. They didn't talk about it the rest of the drive.

When they arrived at XL Center they parked the car and walked backstage. Before they got to their locker room, Dr. Sampson came up to them. "Dean I want to do more x-rays on your ankle." He said. "I spoke with your doctor and he was saying you were almost ready to start wrestling again and Vince asked me to check also."

"Uh sure," Ambrose said before following Doc Sampson into the trainer's room. He went over to the x-ray machine and they x-rayed his ankle and did an MRI to check out the internal damage.

After all of the examinations were over, Doc Sampson came back in. "We won't have info about the MRIs for a couple of days but your ankle looks like it's completely healed. Do the stairs still bother you?"

"Yeah but I haven't tried in a week. Maybe I can walk down the stairs with Roman and Seth later and see how it feels."

"Doc Ammon will be at ringside so he can watch as well."

"Do you think I'll be ready for Battleground?"

"If the MRI results come back looking as good as the x-rays, I think that is a very good possibility. I know your doctor in Las Vegas thinks so."

"Thanks Doc," he said and left the trainer's room. He had a smile on his face. He was so ready to get back in the ring.

Since the trainer wanted to see how Ambrose's ankle felt when he walked down the stairs; he went the usual Shield entrance when his music started playing before RAW.

He walked down the stairs feeling just a slight twinge of pain every few steps. Just as he got to the half-way point, he felt someone push him and he went falling down the stairs.