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Getting back in he set his bag in the living room for now & walked into the kitchen to see if he could be of any help.
"No, thanks anyways Steven…you can just take your bag to Jade's room. It's right up the steps & strait back."
"Ok thanks again." Turning he headed to get his bag & then up to the room. It was a small single family home. He knew the kind of money or a clue anyways of the kind of money Jade was making at that point. Part of him wondered why they never moved, but on the other hand glad they didn't.

Reaching the back bedroom he pushed the door open. A faint smile crossed his lips as he looked around. Walking in he placed his bag off to the side wondering when the last time anything was changed in it. The walls…what he could see anyways were black base coat with multi colored splashes & specks with hint of silver here & there. Quite a few of the walls were covered with old wrestling photos. Not posters per say more so just clippings from different magazines. He just spent some time looking over the different images. They were even separated to a point. You know WWF at one area, WCW another even a few indy guys thrown in. There was even a smaller wall that seemed to be almost like a rouges gallery. You know grouping of all 'bad' guys. Well he guessed at least back when she put them up there. The smallest wall in the room was the one right at the head of the bed. A part of him chuckled looking at the images there. He wondered how deliberate they were. He almost felt a faint embarrassment as he notice two images that covered that wall more then anyone else. Himself & The Undertaker. That also gave him a clue of how old those photos were since all the ones of him were back when he had the blonde hair & surfer image. The Undertaker ones were of his early personas. There were a few others up there was well, Bret Hart, British Bulldog, oddly a few of HBK. He thought she hated him.

Turning he sat on the bed it felt odd being there, but maybe they were right. He could almost picture her there already. Looking towards the door what caught his eye was a large square that was open on the wall still showing the paint the only other part like that was in a large alcove she had used for her 'office' before she moved out. He notice at the top of the square in a cover was a large tear showing the wall that was under the paint.
"That was back before she realized how staged that work could be." He almost jumped looking at the door with her father standing there. "You were wondering about the blank spot?"
"Well kind of, it does look a little out of place."
Jade's father nods. "Well you know she can have a bit of a temper."
"Well yes."
"Back when she wanted to believe wrestling was real she had a poster up there. I guess you can say one of the few if not only one she owned. He was one of her favorites at the time until they made him turn heel. Right after that happened…& I mean right after as in as soon as the show ended she came up here & grabbed the corner of the poster & ripped it right down. That's why there is also a tear in the wall. We guessed the poster was really attached there so the wall paper under the paint just gave way with the poster."

"Mind if I ask who?"
"Tatanka."
"What Chavis?"
"I think that's his last name yes."
"Last time I saw him I was with her & they seemed like good friends."
"Yes he was at a few of the Pow-Wows we worked with. That was after that incident. Before you asked we never covered it as a reminder to her about her temper."
"I see."
"Come on dinner should be about ready."
"Sounds good." Steven stood up & both headed down stairs for dinner.

After dinner was done Steven returned to the room to think of what he would do once he tried to reach Jade again. Jade's father also headed upstairs but into the middle bedroom that was now more of a ceremonial room & library for the occult arts. On a table he places various candles & inscents. Walking over to a cauldron shaped piece on a shelf he reached over flipping a switch turning on a small fan & light that blew fabric to mimic flames.

A deep sigh as he lowered his head. "Dear Lady Brigit. Healer & protector or children. I know my path wandered from you, but to my knowledge my child's has not. Please help her be found from where ever she may be lost. Bring her back to you & to us. I ask you this not as a follower, but as that of a father. Watch over my child where ever she may be."

Lifting his head he then walked over by the door where statue on a pedestal stood of Bastet His head bowed again as he lit a candle that rested on the base. A chant of some kind passed his lips before he lifted his head again walking back to the table lit the inscents he placed out before then turned walking from the room.

Steven looking around the room including in the back area Jade used to use as an office. He couldn't believe if by what her father said was true the room more or less was unchanged in eight years. A necklace on the wall caught his eyes. It was nothing fancy, a round pendent, silver tone in appearance with an etching of a woman's face. He lifted it off the nail it was hooked on. It felt almost warm to him, but not in a temperature way. It was warm as if comforting to him in some odd way. Walking back to the bed he sat down turning the pendent over in his hands to study it. Something in him told him to keep it by him that night.

Thinking sleep was a good idea he got up shutting the door & getting changed for bed. Changing into Pajama pants he pulled the top sheet back. Laying down it wasn't the most comfortable of bed, but it was nice to him. He was used to larger beds then the twin that was there but it didn't matter any to him. Reaching over before cutting the bedside light he grabbed the necklace again looking at it…on instinct he slipped the black cord around his neck part of him hoping she wouldn't mind if she found out. Cutting the light he laid his head down closing his eyes.