Just have to say, anyone who hadn't checked out WWE's channel on youtube and hasn't watched Santino's Foreign Exchange is missing out on some funny stuff! And once again, the places here like Urban's are real in Arlington (it's over on cooper street) and Will (a friend of mine) actually works there. In fact we're headed up there to see him tomorrow!

Chapter 14

"Hey, you okay?"

Jeff was pulled from his thoughts and looked up. He wasn't expecting to see his brother standing beside the trunk he had been sitting on for the last few minutes. Last he heard Matt was heading out to grab something to eat with a couple of the other guys and divas.

"Uh, yeah, just thinking."

"Oh yeah?" Matt jumped up onto the trunk to sit beside his brother. "What about? Looked like you were thinking pretty hard."

"Well, I dunno." Jeff seemed hesitant but decided if he couldn't talk to his own brother about it, then who could he? "I was out with some of the fans earlier today just hanging out at the event. Taking pictures and that kind of stuff. Answering questions. I was telling this little kid, lil dude couldn't have been more than seven or eight, about the pranks we pull backstage sometimes and he started talkin bout some of the ones he played on his siblings. Well, I couldn't help thinking to myself 'man, Callie would love to b e hearing this right now'. He even gave me some ideas I hadn't tried out yet. But she's not here for me to scare the crap out of now. It's just...sad."

Matt patted his brother on the shoulder reassuringly. "They're going to find her, man. You've gotta keep believing that."

"I know, and I keep trying but you weren't there Matt. You didn't see that kitchen. It was all messed up and there was blood on the floor...and it's been DAYS man. Days. What if that turns into weeks? Or years? What then?"

Matt let out a sigh and knew he wouldn't be able to make his brother feel better by giving him false promises but they'd spent enough time together growing up that he knew the best angle to take on the subject. "I think the best way to deal with it is the best way that you know how."

"What?" Jeff looked up from his hands at his brother, figuring he'd finally lost his mind. "That makes no sense. How is that?"

"It's different for everyone I guess. But we all have that one thing that always makes us happy, that can always let us zone out and leave your trouble somewhere else, even if it is only for a few minutes. Find that thing and do it."

"Well," Jeff began but was immediately cut off.

"It doesn't matter what it is, Jeff. And don't feel guilty about it either. For your own sanity, you need to have something to do to take your mind off of it, at least for a little while." With that, Matt jumped down off of the trunk and left Jeff to ponder what he'd just been told.

Jeff didn't see his brother leave, he was too deep into his thoughts to notice. Usually Jeff's mind was a swirling vortex of wrestling moves, deep thoughts, art projects and the everyday demons of his life. It was one of the times in his life where ADD actually came in handy, quickly processing and filing away each thought in it's own specially labeled folder in his mind. But for the past few days the one and only thought in his mind, Callie, had been relentless in it's pursuit of his sanity. He had skipped meals, lost countless hours of sleep and it was beginning to show. Looking in the mirror this morning he'd noted the bags under his eyes were large enough to even rival the ones that were usually hanging out underneath Punk's own eyes. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe he did need to find an outlet. Surely, Callie couldn't fault him for doing what he could to not go insane, right? More minutes passed before Jeff came to an internal decision, jumping off the trunk and heading down the arena hallway while pulling his phone out of his pocket. After searching through his contacts and clicking on the name he was looking for Jeff heard the familiar voice answer on the other end.

"Hey, wassup?"

"Hey Shannon, I need a favor..."

...

"So how's everybody doing tonight?" John was met with screams and cheers as he pulled the microphone away from his lips and smiled out at the fans. His talk with Randy had gone better than he had expected. It wasn't exactly a moment out of a lifetime movie where the big strong man cries and shows how sensitive he really is (which would probably have made them both feel more awkward anyway) but he felt like a small weight had been lifted from him. He'd managed to finally voice a lot of his fears and thoughts and had almost been suprised to hear than he wasn't the only one. All of the locker room was worried and constantly wondering what had happened to Callie and more than a few had already confessed to feeling guilty about getting on with their lives in the wake of the current situation. But the show must go on, as they say, and somehow they were all getting through it. After his talk with Randy, which had lasted early into the new morning, John had fallen into the most dreamless sleep he'd had since she had disappeared. He was still tired when his alarm woke him up just a few short hours later but he did feel a little better. Better able to get through the day.

After all of the screams and cheers began to die down, John continued his introductions of the other wrestlers onstage for the question and answer session, Punk, Kofi, Truth, Big Show and Triple H along with Vickie Guerrero. They were all supposed to be answering questions by the fans for the next couple of hours and telling some stories of their experiences on the road. For the first time in a while, John Cena held his head up, looked his fans right in the eye and genuinely smiled.

...

They say that one of the quickest ways to drive a man insane is put him in a room with no mental stimulation and nothing to do, turn out all of the lights and, most importantly, removed any sense of time he might have had. With no way to measure the passage of time, minutes, hours, days, the mind turns to other means of occupying itself, usually reverting inward and opening up thoughts and memories either long forgotten or purposely hidden away for some reason or another. Callie thought she had read this is a ook or magazine somewhere. Or maybe she saw it in a movie? She couldn't remember, but she did remember those words and now she finally understood them. Maybe the person who wrote that should have added in torture and impending doom for a little added spice. Either way, she completely knew now how just taking away that one small perception such as a sense of time could drive someone to their limits. She hadn't seen Wade in quite a while now. Much longer than all of the other times he'd been away and she wasn't complaining about it seeing as how it gave her some time to rest and sleep, but it did worry her. The thoughts had flowed through her mind for the past few hours now and she had easily come up with the thought that if Wade, for some reason, got bored of his little game or became incapacitated in another way, no one knew where she was. She didn't even know where she was. She was chained to floor and if he didn't come back she would surely die here. Callie had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die anyway, but she was been counting on it coming at the hands of Wade himself. Perhaps she would lose consciousness during a beating or while Wade was pleasing himself. Maybe he'd finally hit her a little too hard that one time and it would all be over. But if he just never came back, she would be left here to either bleed to death or starve, both options obviously a slow and painful way to go. Suddenly Callie realized that there were worse things than her current situation...there were the alternatives.

...

Jeff took a deep breath as he opened the shop door and walked through it. Shannon had been really helpful when Jeff had called and had immediately found exactly what was needed. He'd even made a few calls ahead to let them know that Jeff was on his way and what he was looking for.

Looking up from behind the reception desk was a slightly short man who looked to be a mix between mexican and asian. Seeing Jeff enter the building, he smiled and introduced himself after putting down his pencils and standing from the small desk. "Hey, Mr. Hardy. My name is Will. Shannon said you'd be on your way."

Jeff shook his hands and returned the smile. "Will, call me Jeff. And yeah, normally I'd go see Shannon but we're a long way from there. He said you two had worked together before and this was the best shop to be at here in Arlington."

"We do our best here at Urban's. So you're totally set on this particular design?" Will pulled a sheet of paper out of his fax machine, Shannon having once again worked his magic. "And you want it incorporated with what's already there?" Jeff nodded at both started."

Jeff took a seat in the mostly red and black waiting room and studied the pictures painted onto the wall while he awaited his turn in the chair.

...

Punk managed a quick peek at his watch and silently thanked whoever was up there that there were only fifteen minutes left of his Q and A session. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and was planning on catching a few winks in a spare room during his lunch break. Answering all of the fans inquiries, which usually was a great experience for him, was turning into a long and tedious task. He did notice that John seemed a little more pert this morning but the sadness still laid deep in his eyes. Punk would take what he could get though. As long as John was doing at least a little better then the rest of them could lay off of him for a while and tend to their own needs. They all had to admit, even though they liked to think that they were all being supportive and helpful by making it as easy on John as possible, there was always this tension among the ranks when Cena was in the room.

Michael Cole spoke into the microphone from the side of the stage, playing his part of host for this smaller event and pointed to one more fan to ask his question of the superstars. A short man with a white t-shirt that barely covered his sagging belly stood up and took the mic that was offered by the ushers. "Umm, yeah, my question is for Cena."

"Okay, shoot." John answered, waiting patiently for the man to present his question.

"Yeah, uh, when you were gonna tell ev'ry one else bout your sister?"

Time stopped. Or, at least, it seemed to. The rest of the fans looked at him intently, obviously having no clue as to what this man was referring to but John's skin went to white he could have had a contest with Sheamus about who could glow brighter in the dark. All of the blood drained from his face and his palm immediately began to sweat. He glanced sideways at his coworkers and saw that they were equally shocked. No one had been told about Callie's disappearance except those in the company and the local police so far. As far as they knew, no one had leaked to the news station and the cops were trying to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid security issues at Wrestlemania. But this man knew because this man asked. Either there was a mole who was leaking information about the events or this man knew more than he was letting on before.