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Edge gritted his teeth in frustration as he stopped his rental car and put it in park in the lot. He was at the hotel he rememebered Trish as having said she and Lita were staying.

He didn't even bother retrieving his luggage out of the trunk, as the tall blond man had more pressing matters on his mind at the moment.

Somehow, he knew Christian was with Lita right now - he *knew* it. It wasn't something he could explain, but he felt it deep in his bones. And all he wanted to do was march right to the redhead's room and barge in - thus stopping what he knew - or rather *dreaded* - was probably already happening.

As Edge briskly entered the hotel, he suddenly remembered, with a sickening sensation, that he didn't even know Lita's room number. There was no way he could just barge in there, and...

He clenched his hands in frustration, realizing they could have just as easily gone to *Christian's* room. But it was the same situation - he didn't have a room number...

'Trish!' the Canadian man thought. The little blonde could definitely help him - *she* would no doubt know where Lita was. And so, in a mad dash, Edge headed for the stairs that would lead him to the second floor. He didn't see any WWE superstars here in the lobby, so that was a better bet.

As he made his way up the flight of stairs, Edge reached for his cell phone and dialed the blonde diva's number. The phone rang on the other end a couple of times, and the man feared no one would answer and it would go to voicemail... And that was when someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" the blond Canadian asked, confused, as the woman who'd answered was most definitely not Trish Stratus. He thought he must have dialed a wrong number and started to say as much when the woman spoke again.

"Edge, it's Lilian..."

The blond man blinked.

"Oh... hey - sorry, Lilian." He hadn't heard the woman's voice in awhile, which was why he'd been thrown off.

"That's okay... Trish is sleeping now. She..." The ring announcer sighed before she continued. "Well, she's had a rough night."

"I know," he replied, his jaw setting in his anger as he was reminded of what Jericho and Christian were up to. "I saw RAW tonight. Listen, Lilian, I need the number of Lita's hotel room. Do you know it?"

"Um... Oh, yeah," the blonde woman replied. "She and Trish were staying in three-twen-"

Edge suddenly found himself listening to dead air. They'd been cut off.

"Shit!" he cursed, staring at the display on his cell phone - and that was when he realized the batter had finally decided to go dead. "Damn it, not *now*!"

So angry he wanted to smash his phone to bits, the tall Canadian finally gave up. At least he was in the right hotel. Lilian had been saying Lita's room was three-twenty-something... Maybe when he made it up to the third floor, he could find someone he knew out in the hall and ask exactly which one it was. He only hoped the hallway on *that* floor wasn't as deserted as it was here.

Most of all, he hoped to God that he wasn't already too late...

Not two minutes later, Edge was on the third floor, his long legs moving extra quickly.

Shit... He didn't see anyone. But then he suddenly *did*, as he noticed Shawn Michaels had just stepped out of his hotel room further down the hall.

And damn it, the Heartbreak Kid was turning his back, apparently about to walk away. Shit, he had to get his attention before it was too late.

"Hey!" the Canadian called as he broke into a run toward the other man. "Shawn, hold up!"

Michaels stopped abruptly and turned around.

Edge was so relieved, he would have laughed if the situation weren't so dire. In a hurry, he closed the distance between himself and the older man.

"Hey, Edge, man," Shawn said as he neared. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be SmackDown?"

"Yeah, I am, but I had an emergency... Look, Shawn - do you know what room Lita's in? I really need to see her."

HBK arched a brow curiously.

"Yeah, she's in three-twenty-nine down the hall. We keep running into each other."

"Thanks a million, man - I owe you one," the taller blond said. With that, he raced back the way he'd come, leaving a confused and curious Shawn Michaels behind.