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"You know what?" Jay muttered to Chris as the two made their way out of the elevator in the hotel. "That is the last time I go out clubbing with you!"

"Aw, you're such a big baby..." Jericho said. "Besides, I saw that cute little brunette first..."

The other blond man just gave him a dirty look.

"What the-" Chris frowned as he caught sight of a red blur several feet down the hall. "Did you see that?" he asked, pointing in the general direction.

"What?" Jay asked, his gaze following his friend's finger and line of vision. He yawned.

"I just saw someone run," Chris explained. "And I could have sworn it was..." He let his voice trail off as they suddenly stopped in front of the hotel room they were sharing. "Come on..." the blond said, tapping his friend on the arm.

He quickened his step as he continued down the hallway in the direction where he'd seen the blur rushing by.

Jay frowned but followed Jericho. He was tired, and he was feeling confused as a result.

As they neared the corner of the hallway, the two blond men found themselves staring with shock, and the spectacle before them.

It was Amy... The redhead was cringing and cowering against the wall, slightly crouched.

Chris winced, his heart going out to his troubled friend. She was clad in her pajamas - a pair of powder-blue boxers and a white and blue striped tank top. Her long red hair was disheveled, her hazel eyes open wide. She appeared frightened and disoriented.

"Oh, God..." Jay breathed.

"Amy...honey, what's wrong? What happened?" Chris asked calmly. Very slowly and carefully, he reached one hand toward the redhead, not wanting to frighten her further, lest she run.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Shh..." Jericho gestured with one hand to Jay, making sure not to take his gaze off of the terrified, troubled diva. The last thing he wanted was to upset her any more than she was already feeling.

The redhead eyed the two of them almost fearfully, and Chris was afraid she was actually asleep but sleepwalking. Then again, her eyes were open - wide open...

"Amy...?"

Amy shook her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut for a few seconds before opening them to stare from Chris to Jay and then back at Chris again.

"Oh, God...Chris? Jay?" She flung herself into Jericho's arms, holding onto the blond man desperately - as though her life depended on it.

Jay edged in closer, concern written across his features. He glanced from the distraught redheaded diva to Chris, who held onto her tightly, gently stroking her long hair as he tried to soothe her.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? What happened?" he crooned.

"I heard...I h-h-heard..."

Chris held Amy back slightly to gaze down into her face seriously. By now, the redhead had tears escaping her hazel eyes, her cheeks moistened by them.

"What did you hear, honey?"

"I-I...I heard John's voice..." She was practically shaking as she spoke, her tear-filled gaze to Jericho's clear blue eyes.

Chris and Jay exchanged confused glances.

"John? Who's John?"

Amy ran a hand nervously through her hair, her voice shaky as she responded.

"The man who abducted Angelica..."