Dean was silent as the Shield left the arena. He just stared out the window as Seth drove to the hotel.

"What happened tonight," Seth asked.

"I don't want to talk about it. You guys don't believe me anyway. Trust me I know the difference between tripping and being pushed. I don't know why you don't believe me."

"We've seen the video," Roman said, "Dean there was no one near you. Someone couldn't have pushed you."

Dean didn't reply. He couldn't believe his two best friends didn't believe him. His phone buzzed. He looked down and saw the unknown phone number had sent him a text. He opened it.

Have a nice fall?

Dean hit reply. Who are you?

Seth looked in the rearview mirror at Dean. "You okay man?"

"Got a text from Punk," he lied. "He was talking about how AJ is going overboard on the wedding plans." That part wasn't a complete lie. Punk had sent that text earlier that day when he was checking how he was. He knew he could have told them the truth, but why bother? They wouldn't have believed him anyway.

"Man I know that is," Roman said thinking about the planning for his own upcoming wedding.

The conversation then went in that direction and the events of the day were forgotten.

DDD
Seth, Dean, and Roman shared a room with a rollaway. Seth and Rollin flipped a coin to determine who would get the rollaway as they insisted Ambrose take one of the beds and he wasn't in the mood to argue.

"My ankle's starting to hurt," Ambrose said standing up. "I'm going to get some ice."

"I can get it for you," Seth offered.

"I've got it," Ambrose said grabbing the ice bucket. He made his way to the ice machine and filled the bucket. He had the feeling he was being watched. He turned around but didn't see anyone. He went back to the room. He put the ice in a towel and sat down on his bed before placing the ice on his ankle.

Seth and Roman put their jackets on. "We're going to go get something to eat," Roman said. Come join us."

"No I'm tired and just wanna lie down. Can you guys bring me back something."

"Sure," Seth said and they left.

Dean lay back on the bed and turned the TV on. He found a baseball game to watch. Despite Punk's best efforts hockey games still bothered him. Hearing a hockey game in the background while someone's beating you up with a sledgehammer will do that to you, he'd told them.

There was a knock on the door. He got up and limped over to it. He looked through the peephole and saw a young man in a hotel uniform standing there.

He opened the door. "Can I help you?" He asked. The man just smiled at him. "Can I help you," he repeated. Still nothing. Ambrose closed the door. He went over to the room phone and called the front desk.

"Front desk."

"One of your employees just knocked on my door but wouldn't tell me what he wanted."

"That's strange," I'm not sure why anyone would be there. I'll send someone up to check into that for you."

"Thanks," Ambrose said and hung up. He settled back on the bed with the ice. He tried to get into the baseball game but after twenty minutes there was a knock on the door. He limped over and looked through the peephole. This time there was a security guard there. He opened the door.

"Hello sir. I just wanted to let you know that I have looked all over this floor and I didn't find anyone. Please don't hesitate to call if they return," he said and left.

Ambrose just went back to his bed and lay down vowing not to get up if there was another knock on the door.

He must have fallen asleep while watching the game because the next thing he heard was the door opening. He looked up to see Roman coming through the door and Seth was flipping through the channels on the TV looking for something else to watch. Roman gave him a box. Ambrose started eating.

There was a knock on the door. "If it's a dark haired guy who smiles a lot, don't bother to open the door." Ambrose said between bites.

Seth went to the door. "Yep it's a dark haired guy who smiles a lot." He informed them. "It's Jay. Should I ignore him?"

"He's okay I guess. The guy I'm talking about supposedly works at the hotel. He knocked on the door but didn't say what he wanted."

Seth let Jay and Naomi into the hotel room.

"How are you Dean," Naomi asked, "we heard you fell down the stairs."

"I'm fine," Dean said, "I just wish I knew who pushed me!"

Seth opened his mouth to protest but stopped. He and Roman had talked. There was no point in arguing. Dean had convinced himself that he had been pushed and was too stubborn to believe otherwise.

"I'm surprised in all the time you guys have been in WWE, none of you have fallen down the stairs," Jay said.

"Just tripping over guardrails and falling while jumping over the top rope." Ambrose said with a grin. Roman glared at him not like being reminded of his mess-ups.

Dean stood up and went to the bathroom. He stopped when he saw the mirror. It had a word written on it: Boo. He hurried out of the bathroom.

"Look at the bathroom," he said starting to shake.

Seth got up and went in. He came back a few minutes later. "I didn't see anything," he informed him.

Dean went back into the bathroom. The mirror was clean. He was starting to wonder if he was losing his mind.

Notes: This is not a ghost story.