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Trish laughed for perhaps the first time in days as she and Jeff made their way back into the hotel.

The two had gone out for a quick meal after the SmackDown taping. While they'd been out, they'd decided to put all unpleasantness to the backs of their minds, opting to enjoy themselves and one another's company for awhile.

"So, that's how I came up with the name 'Poetry in Motion,'" Jeff was explaining.

Trish grinned at him.

"You really are very artsy-fartsy, aren't you?" she teased.

"Yeah - I guess you can say that." The colorful-haired man winked at her.

"I had no idea you wrote poetry! I'd love to read it sometime," the little blonde continued, then wrinkled her nose cutely as she spoke again. "I'm afraid I have too much of a scientific mind myself."

"Well... Explains why you were attending medical school."

"Yeah. But I would love to do something artistic..."

"Your wrestling is very artistic," Jeff offered with a small smile.

Trish laughed heartily.

"You really think so?"

"Most definitely."

They were silent for a beat as the young man inched closer to the diva, a soft smile on her face as she gazed up at him. Jeff dipped his head slightly, Trish craning her neck to meet him halfway. But before their lips could meet, Adam suddenly appeared, the blond man carrying something in his hands as he briskly approached them.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said, noting how his two friends had been about to kiss.

"Hey, man..." Jeff said as he looked up.

"Am I glad I caught you two," the blond man said.

Trish frowned at the expression on her fellow Canadian's face. He was ashen, his green eyes a cross between angry and sad. She could swear she could also detect confusion in them as well.

"What... I thought Amy was with you..."

"No," the petite diva said, shaking her head. "I went out with Jeff after the show. I haven't seen her since."

Adam frowned.

"I hope she's with Chris and Jay - or with Matt."

"If she went to Trish's room to hang out and discovered she wasn't there, she's probably with my brother," Jeff offered. "I mean, seein' as our room's right next door."

"Shit..." The tall blond man shook his head, his nerves in a huge bundle. He glanced down at the object in his hand.

"Whatcha got there, Adam?" the younger Hardy Boy asked. "Taping something?"

"No..." He glanced around quickly. "Look, can we... Trish, can we go to your room? I need to talk to you two."

"Sure," the blonde woman said seriously. She noted the extreme worry in the man's handsome face.

Without another word, the trio rushed to Trish's hotel room. The moment they were inside, Adam went to the bed and placed the tape recorder onto it. Then, gesturing at the device with both hands, he explained.

"I found this in my room - hidden in the desk drawer."

The little blonde shifted her brown gaze to her friend.

"So this... this is the culprit from the other night?"

"I would say so," Adam said. "Though I haven't played the damn tape yet. But I think we all know what we're going to hear when I do."

"Play it now, man," Jeff said, his green eyes hard as he stared at the machine.

The tall Canadian obliged, leaning over to press rewind, as the tape was at its very end. After a beat, he pressed play, and a horrifying voice began to issue throughout the room.

"I know where you are, Angelica... You can't hide from me... You belong to me... You-"

At his limit, Adam pressed stop. He couldn't take it anymore. Afterward, he straightened up to eye each of his friends in turn.

"My God..." Trish breathed, her face filled with horror. "Does this mean the maniac who... attacked Amy is back?"

Before the blond man could voice an opinion or state that he didn't know, Jeff spoke.

"No, he couldn't be... The bastard got fifteen years - without parole."

The two Canadians looked sharply at the colorful-headed man.

Finally, Adam spoke.

"Jeff...?"

The young man ran a hand through his long locks and explained.

"Matt and I were friends with Amy back when it happened. We hadn't seen her for a couple of months, but we found out what happened shortly after Rob phoned us - he was worried about her when she didn't turn up at the hotel the next night, and when she didn't show up for the ECW show at the Elk's Lodge..."

The blond man sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. One thing stood out in his mind.

"The guy never got parole, huh?" he asked, his voice low.

"No," Jeff said. "So... In other words, it can't be him who is doing this..."

Trish's eyes widened as she stared from Jeff, then back to Adam.

"Oh, God..." she began. "So, someone-"

Adam looked up, his green eyes hard and filled with loathing for whoever it was who had taken to tormenting the woman he loved.

"Right - someone is doing all of this for him... Or for himself. Someone is trying to drive Amy insane by forcing her to remember in such a sick way... And you know what?"

Jeff and Trish eyed him expectantly.

"When I find out who's behind this... Well, I may just take it upon myself to kill the son of a bitch..."