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*RAW, September 27, 2004*
Amy felt practically lost as she entered the arena. It wasn't even that Adam wasn't here with her. But for the first time in over a month, she didn't have that awesome feeling that she'd "come home." In vast contrast, she felt small, empty and very alone.
She dreaded what Eric Bischoff had in store for her. She could not comprehend how the man could be so cruel and heartless as to incorporate her *real* miscarriage into a stupid storyline. It was just a foreign concept to her sane brain.
Amy entered the women's locker room with dread, holding her breath as she did so. She was fully prepared for the bombarding she knew was in her immediate future.
Unfortunately, and with a sinking heart, the redhead realized that neither Trish nor Nora were even there yet, as they weren't present and she didn't detect their belongings, either. She'd arrived somewhat early, so only a handful of divas were even here.
"Amy..." Stacy Keibler stood up and instantly walked over to her, her brown eyes filled with sympathy. "... Hi. I'm *so* sorry about your loss." The tall young woman gave her a hug, which she accepted and reciprocated.
"Thank you, Stacy."
RAW ring announcer Lilian Garcia followed suit, her soft-spoken nature actually comforting to Amy.
"If there is anything I can do for you and Adam - *anything* - just let me know. Oh, honey," she crooned. The blonde reached out and hugged her as well.
Amy couldn't take much more of this. Gail Kim was next to offer her condolences, followed by Nidia and Lisa Marie Varon. The redhead felt the tears coming, but she would not allow them to fall.
And then, she looked toward the locker room door as a new woman entered... Torrie Wilson. The platinum blonde had been mysteriously absent until now, and their eyes instantly met. Strangely, none of the usual malice and hatred seemed present in them, but the blonde diva didn't move a muscle to head over to Amy or offer her any sympathies. Hell, Torrie was just about her worst enemy, so it didn't exactly surprise her.
Trish and Nora suddenly arrived together - and the redhead's attention was blessedly shifted to them.
"Amy, honey!" Nora cried as she rusehed over to her friend. She hugged her, and Trish joined in, causing the redhead to this time nearly lose her battle against the tears. However, somehow, she managed to keep them in check.
She couldn't handle this... She had to get out, away from all these women and their sympathy. She knew they meant well, but it was all to much for her to bear right now - especially with Adam not here with her.
"Excuse me," she said, finally managing to break away. She needed some air. She slipped through the locker room door and the room was deathly silent as she felt the eyes of all the other divas on her back.
Amy chanced a trip to catering, hoping she wouldn't run into any other sympathy offerers. She didn't want to go to pieces, especially here when she knew her own personal tragedy was being exploited in her storyline. In her eyes, crying here at the arena would tell that slimeball Eric Bischoff that he had won. She couldn't let that happen.
She'd been sitting there alone at a small table when a large shadow suddenly fell over her.
"Hey, kid."
The redhead actually felt comforted as Glen Jacobs seated himself across from her.
"Hi."
"You seem to be holding up pretty good," the huge man said. "But it's rough, I know."
Amy nodded, casting her eyes down to the table.
"I know it's no consolation to you, but I *do* know what you're going through."
As the redhead looked up to meet her friend's eyes, he explained.
"My wife suffered a miscarriage two years ago."
"Oh, Glen!" the diva exclaimed with horror. She hadn't really known the big man that well at all until they'd started working this angle together, and the knowledge that he and his wife had endured the same tragedy she and Adam had broke her heart.
"Yeah, it was a rough time," Jacobs said, shaking his head at the memory. "But we stayed strong and got through it." He was thoughtful for a beat as the young woman was seemingly momentarily speechless. "You're a good kid, Amy... And Adam - he's a good kid, too. If you two ever need anything... Well, don't you hesitate for a second to call on me."
Amy blinked, and this time she was too choked up with emotion to hold back the tears. She tried to speak but found herself unable to do so.
"There, there," Glen said, moving his chair over so that it was beside hers. He gave her a protective hug, soothing her
the way a father would his little girl. "it's all going to be all right. You just let it out."