Adam made his way briskly down the hallway.  He'd seen Trish around earlier, and he had to talk to her.  He had a little time to do so, as the pay-per-view had only started, and his match was to be the third of the night.

He hadn't spoken to the blonde diva in over a week.  But he knew she'd seen Amy, and that the two women had talked.  Although neither of them had seen him, the Canadian had seen them sitting together in the buffet room a couple of days earlier during a house show.

The tall blond man hesitated when he arrived at the women's locker room.  He steeled himself, knowing his now former - as much as it tore him up inside, he had to acknowledge that the accurate term was now indeed former - girlfriend was probably inside.

He raised a hand to knock, and the door opened.  Jacqueline, Trish's opponent for later that evening, smiled out at him.

"Hello, sugar..."

"Hi, Jackie...I'm looking for-"  He peered into the room through the doorway, and his eyes met Amy's briefly.  Her hazel orbs looked surprised as she glanced over her shoulder toward the door, and they widened just a bit before she turned away.

Adam's heart thudded like a drum in his chest.  Oh, God... He hated himself for having hurt her so badly.

Trish suddenly came over to him, and he found it odd that he hadn't even seen her when she was who he'd been looking for.  Actually, he didn't find it all that strange - when he'd seen Amy, it was as though she were the only woman in the room...

"Hi," he said, and he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out into the hallway with him.

The blonde diva didn't question him, as she sensed that his need to talk to her was urgent.

The two Canadians walked a little ways down the hall before Adam spoke.

"How is she?"  He'd stopped in his tracks, coming to lean up against the wall.  His eyes were full of concern as he met the blonde woman's gaze.

Trish bit her lip nervously, wondering whether she should tell him the truth.

"Trish?" The tall blond man asked impatiently, gesturing with both hands out in an expectant manner.

"Okay..." the young woman said with a sigh.  "She's...Adam, I'm not going to lie to you - she's not doing very well..."

The blond man blinked slowly, thoughtful for a moment.

"She's really depressed?"  He didn't ask the question with any satisfaction over the thought that the woman was miserable without him, as this wasn't an ego thing for him.  The last thing in the world he would ever want was for the redhead to fall into a pit of despair.

Trish nodded sadly.  "She's not eating well, and she has dark circles under her eyes," she said.  "So, I suspect she's not sleeping all that well, either..."

"Damn it..."  Adam raked a hand through his long blond hair.  "Thank you, Trish...Thanks for telling me.  Shit, I have to find a way to make it right between Amy and myself again."

The petite diva eyed her friend with sympathy.  Her heart hurt for him and the redheaded woman he so obviously and desperately loved with all his heart.

The tall Canadian man was quiet for a moment as he raised a hand to his face, thinking furiously.  "There has to be some way I can talk to her - tonight," he said, more to himself than to Trish.  "Yeah...I'll try to talk to her before the Hardys' match."

"I don't know how good an idea that is, Adam..."

He looked up, meeting the blonde woman's eyes with confusion.  "Why not?"

"Well," Trish said as she clasped her hands together before her, "Amy's going to be really distracted preparing for this match...You know she's never refereed before, and...I know she's nervous about it."

"So what are you saying, Trish?  That I should just forget all about trying to speak to my girlfriend?"  He winced as he mentally reminded himself that she was now his ex-girlfriend.

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying," she replied.  "Maybe you should wait until after the match is over.  Better yet, wait until all of her spots are finished for the night, because I know she has one before and one after the match."

The tall blond man sighed, realizing that the diva was right.  As much as it hurt him to have to wait, as anxious as he was - as desperate he was to speak to Amy, he knew it would be better to wait until they were both through for the night.

"Okay," Adam finally said, nodding at Trish.  "I'll wait until she's finished with her last spot of the night."

Little did he know that he would be lucky to be able to get that chance...