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Adam wasn't quite sure what had woken him out of his sound sleep.

It didn't take him long to realize what it was...

He felt... alone. It was as though the room were empty except for himself - that's the way it felt to him...

"Amy...?"

The tall blond man shifted, sitting up in the bed to glance toward the other side.

His redheaded fiancee was not there...

"Ames?"

As Adam stood up and peered down at the diva's side of the bed, he realized the blanket was messy on that side... Evidently, she'd been there awhile ago but had not returned.

The blond man reached down almost tentatively with his left hand to touch the spot on the bed in which Amy had been nestled earlier that night. He frowned when he found it to be cold...

Amy's side of the bed should have been warm...

Adam's heart began to beat more quickly as he trotted to the bathroom. He found himself hoping - almost praying - he'd find her in there. But as he flicked on the overhead light, he saw that she wasn't there, either.

"Oh, God..." he muttered, raking a hand through his long, golden hair as he returned to the main room. Where on earth could she be?

He stood in the middle of the room, painfully aware of how quickly his heart and pulse were racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened - something horrible...

The tall Canadian quickly slipped his fet into the pair of shoes he'd left beside the bed. As he tied the laces, he suddenly wondered if Amy might have gone to visit Trish. He knew that, sometimes, women needed to talk to other women about certain things... Still, he had to find out what was going on, why Amy wasn't here...

Then, breaking into his train of thought and startling him, his cell phone began to ring. Somehow, he knew that, whoever was calling, this had to do with Amy...

"Hello?" The Canadian held his breath in anticipation, not wanting to miss a word of anything the person on the other end might say.

"Adam, it's Chris...Amy is over here with Jay and myself...I think you'd better come on over..."

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In minutes, Adam was at the door to the hotel room Jericho and Jay were sharing. He knocked urgently, desperately wondering what in hell was going on. How had Amy ended up with Chris and Jay?

"Hey, Adam..." Jay smiled weakly at him as he opened the door, his best friend rushing in immediately.

Without responding, Adam ran a hand through his hair and then over his face as he made a beeline for the redhead, who sat on one of the beds. She was sitting beside Jericho, and, amazingly, she appeared quite calm.

"Adam..." The redhead, still clad in her pajamas, looked up as he came forward.

"I rushed right over..." he explained, and sank to his knees in front of the woman. Reaching out to her, he grasped hold of her hands. "What happened? What are you doing here?"

The redhead opened her mouth to speak, turning her head to exchange glances with Chris. Then, meeting Adam's emerald gaze again, "Chris and Jay found me - out in the hall..."

"What were you doing out in the hall?" the tall blond asked with a frown.

"I...got scared..." Amy replied, her voice slightly shaky, her hazel eyes downcast.

"She thought she heard a voice..." Jericho elaborated.

"I didn't think I heard it - I heard it!"

Adam shook his head, a confused frown on his face.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Adam, I thought I heard the voice of the man who attacked Angelica..."

The tall blond Canadian's blood suddenly ran cold as ice...