Amy entered the arena in Montreal hurriedly, a feeling of nervous anticipation rushing through her.

Her instincts told her to just go and look for Adam now - she didn't want to stall or beat around the bush - but she decided instead to find him later.

The redhead bit her lip as she entered the women's locker room.  She was worried about the tall Canadian man competing tonight.  He hadn't been deleted from the equation of the match of Edge, Chris Benoit and Brock Lesnar versus Kurt Angle and Team Angle - and it ate away at her.

Although she was extremely distracted throughout the live Sunday Night Heat, in which she'd stood beside Coach doing commentary, she'd managed to keep her composure.  On the outside, she kept her cool - but on the inside, particularly each time they got to discussing the six-man tag match of the SmackDown roster, she was a bundle of nerves.  Her insides went cold as ice as she envisioned Adam taking part in this match.

The redhead was relieved when Heat came to a close, as she no longer had to be on camera.  She had literally been seconds away from having a panic attack and had broken out in a cold sweat.

"Amy, are you all right?"

The diva looked up sharply at Jonathan Coachman's question, noting the concern in his eyes as he eyed his fellow Heat announcer.

"What?"  She was so taken aback, she didn't know what else to say.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Coach said evenly.  "In fact, you looked kind of nervous during Heat as well..."

"It's..."  Amy ran her hand through her long hair.  "It's nothing, Coach...Really."  She managed to force a smile for the man's benefit before rushing down the hallway back to the locker rooms.  She had to talk to Jay.

She'd seen the blond man briefly earlier that night.  Although she hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him at the time, she knew where his locker room was located.

When she reached the right door, she took a deep breath and knocked sharply, almost frantically.  God, she hoped he was in there...

The door opened, and Jay stood in the doorway, already clad in his wrestling gear.  Amy actually breathed a sigh of relief as she took in the sight of him.

"Thank God!" she exclaimed.  "Jay, I have to talk to you..."

"Okay..."  He instantly noticed the urgent, worried expression on the diva's face.  He stepped back to allow her entrance into the room, and Amy stopped in her tracks when she was that Chris Jericho was in there.

"Hey," he said genially as he closed his bag and looked up at her.  Jay's tag team partner was already dressed for his upcoming match against Jeff Hardy.

"Err...Chris," Jay said as he eyed the redhead knowingly, "would you please excuse us?"

Jericho took note of the look in Amy's eyes, sensing the seriousness of her expression and instinctively realizing what and who the topic of the pair's conversation would be.

"Sure thing," the man said as he stood up and made his way to the door.  Before he left, he reached out and touched the redhead's arm in a friendly manner.  "Hang in there, kid..."

The moment Chris was gone, Amy rushed closer to Jay.  "Oh, God..." she breathed, placing her hands on his shoulders.  "I have been such a wreck all day - actually, ever since you told me about Adam..."  Her eyes went downcast for a beat.  "I...have you seen him?"

"Yeah - a little earlier," the Canadian replied.  "But only for a few minutes."  He reached for both of her hands as he was about to tell her something, and that was when he realized she was shaking a bit.  "My God, Ames..."

The redhead ran her hand through her hair, fighting against the tears she felt building just beneath the surface.  She honestly didn't know how she'd managed to make it all the way through Sunday Night Heat without breaking down.

"I...can't believe they're actually making him compete tonight!" she cried angrily.  "That's sheer madness!"  She felt as though she could wring Vince McMahon's neck herself for such a thing - didn't the man think that people were more important than the damn show?  Then again, she recalled the tragic death of Owen Hart - and how the boss had insisted that Over The Edge pay-per-view continue despite the horrible tragedy.

"Ames...Adam's not taking part in the match tonight."

"What?  He's not?"  She felt as though a bit of her fear were suddenly abating at Jay's statement.

"No...When I spoke to him briefly before, he told me that Stephanie decided to keep him out of action," the blond explained.  "She doesn't want him to do anything that could aggravate his condition any further."

"Oh, thank God..." the diva breathed, her eyes closing in relief.  "I was so worried.  My God..."

"You should go see Adam," the man said firmly.  He could clearly see how close Amy was to breaking down, and how much she truly still loved his best friend.  He wondered, not for the first time, why she'd broken up with him nearly nine months earlier.

"I will...I definitely will," she replied, her eyes fixed on his blue ones.  "Where is his locker room?"

Jay told her where it was in relation to his own, and Amy then left in search of her former boyfriend's locker room.

The redhead bit her lip, her stomach doing queasy flips as she stood directly in front of the proper door.  She raised her hand to knock, unconsciously raking her fingers through her hair as she waited for an answer.

The door opened seconds later, and Chris Benoit glanced out at her, offering her a small smile.

"Hello, Amy."

"Hi, Chris."  She wrung her hands before her nervously as she tried to peer into the room.  The only other person she saw within Brock Lesnar, who nodded and waved at her in a friendly manner.  She could only manage a half-hearted smile for him.  "Is Adam...?"

"He's not here at the moment," the Crippler said, instantly comprehending what was going on in the redhead's mind and heart.  He knew about her past relationship with the man who'd been serving as his tag team partner for the last month or so, and he sensed the feelings she'd held for him had not left her.  "He was called into Stephanie's office a few minutes ago."

"Oh."  Amy's heart sank a bit, and she glanced down, biting her lip gently as she thought about what she was going to do next.  "Okay," she said as she looked back up to meet Benoit's eyes.  "I guess I'll stop by later to see him."

"Do you want me to tell him you were looking for him?"

"No...no, that's all right, Chris," she replied evenly.  "You don't have to do that."

"All right," the man said.  He could plainly see all the emotion on the woman's face, the obvious stress she was under as she worried about the man with whom she'd once lived and loved.

Benoit sensed as well that Amy was still in love with Adam...