Amy Dumas whistled as she walked down arena hallway.

She'd just concluded an evening's commentary for the Sunday Night Heat taping, along with Jonathan Coachman.  At the moment, she was now heading back to the hotel and was looking forward to relaxing alone in her room.

She ran her right hand through her long red hair, pulling her bag more securely up her left shoulder when she suddenly heard a voice calling out to her.

The redhead turned around to glance over her shoulder and saw her friend Jay Reso several feet away, down the hall.  The blond Canadian man was running to catch up with her.

"Wait up!" he shouted, and she stopped to allow him to meet her.

"Hi, Jay," she said with a smile as he was now caught up to her.

"Hey, Ames..."  Jay was carrying his own bag, also heading out rather earlier - because he hadn't had a match that evening, he'd not had to take the time to shower after the taping.

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

Amy shook her head.  "Nope...well, nothing but curling up in front of the TV in my hotel room."

"Neither am I," Jay said, his blue eyes downcast.  "Ames, I...Would you mind if I meet you at your room later?"

The redhead detected something odd in her friend's voice.  "You're not hanging out with Chris tonight?"

"Nah...I'm not much in the mood to party tonight," the blond admitted.  "Neither is Chris, I'll wager..."

The young woman turned to face the Canadian.  She noted how very somber an expression it was that he wore on his handsome face.

"Jay?  Is something wrong?"

The blond man turned his head to gazed into her concerned face for a moment in silence.  Then, running a hand through his hair, he said, "Ames, listen...I have something very serious I have to talk to you about."

"What is it?" she questioned, cocking her head to one side.

"Not here..." he said.  "I'll tell you later, in your room."  He sighed as he faced forward, spotting his rental car.

The redheaded diva frowned, wondering what in hell was on Jay's mind.  It was very rare to see him without a smile on his normally cheerful face, and for him not to be making at least a couple of wisecracks that would have her in stitches.

"I'll...see you later," the blond man said as they approached Amy's rental.

Before she could reply, he was walking over to his car, seeming to the woman to be in a bit of a haze.  She wondered what was going on, why Jay seemed so distracted.  She'd never seen him like this.

As she unlocked the driver's side door of her rental car, slipping into the seat, she told herself to be patient.  After all, she'd find out all about it sooner or later...

*

Later, Amy was relaxing on her hotel room bed, watching the end of SmackDown.  It was nearing ten, and Team Angle were standing toe-to-toe with Brock Lesnar.  The Next Big Thing wanted to face Kurt Angle one-on-one, but the Olympic Gold Medalist had pretty much said there would be a catch - Lesnar would have to defeat Charlie Haas, which would then garner him a match against Shelton Benjamin.  Then, if he won against Shelton, he would get the match he wanted.

The redhead stretched out a little on the bed, wondering why one wrestler in particular hadn't seen a match that night.  Edge hadn't seen any action, which was very unusual because he was such a SmackDown fan favorite.

Edge... Amy's gaze dropped from the television screen to her feet as she thought about Adam Copeland...

She and the tall, handsome blond Canadian man had a history together.  They'd dated for a good, solid two years, after becoming very fast friends.  They'd been so close... In fact, Amy had been so extremely close with Adam that all their friends had been completely shocked when the relationship had come to an abrupt end.

The redhead raised her gaze back to the TV when, suddenly, the fans in the audience began to cheer loudly.  Team Angle, including Paul Heyman, were beating up on Brock Lesnar, and the four men quickly tried to disperse as two newcomers ran into the ring - Chris Benoit and Edge.

Amy's hazel eyes fixed longingly on Adam's tall blond form, and while he was definitely a sight for sore eyes, she wondered again why he hadn't wrestled on the night's show.

The redheaded diva bit her lip as the show suddenly faded out, but the image of Adam's face still burned in her brain.  Even though they'd decided to remain friends after their breakup, she still felt the guilty twinge in the pit of her stomach.  It was always there, noticeable, whenever she saw or spoke to him.

All of a sudden, she became aware of the soft knocking on the door.  She rose from the bed to answer, fairly certain that it was Jay.  When she opened the door, her guess was confirmed.

"Hey..."

"Hey," she said with a small, uncertain smile.  She held the door open wider for him to enter, and when he did so, she shut it behind him.

Amy sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the blond man expectantly.

He stood over her for a beat, silent, his face still serious, eyes downcast.  He raked a hand through his hair before coming to sit beside the redhead.  He winced as he met her eyes, not knowing how to proceed.  He knew that what he had to tell her would be hard - it would upset her so badly - but she had to know...

"Amy," he finally began, speaking slowly, "I have to tell you something...It...It's about Adam..."

The diva narrowed her hazel eyes slightly as she eyed him with surprise.  She didn't dare speak as she waited for him to continue.  Inside, her mind was screaming - because she knew that, whatever Jay had to tell her, something really bad had happened to the tall blond Canadian...