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Amy sat on the edge of the hotel room bed, her arms wrapped around herself protectively. Her head was bowed, long red hair hanging down in a curtain around her head.

Jay sat at her side, the blond man feeling helpless as he gripped her arm gently. The redhead was finally fully awake, but that was no picnic, as she appeared to be in an almost catatonic state.

"Don't you worry, Ames - Chris ran to get Adam," he said helplessly. "Everything's gonna be fine." He only wished he could believe his own words.

"Where is she?!"

The sound of the tall blond man's voice suddenly permeating the room caused the diva and Jay alike to look up to see Adam, followed by Chris, entering and heading toward them.

Amy was no longer in her oddly detached state. Now that her fiance was here, she was very much alert again.

"A-Adam...?"

"I'm here, baby..." The tall Canadian sat beside her on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

The redhead again burst into tears as she threw her arms around him, holding desperately to him. She sobbed as his hand went to her hair, stoking it gently.

"Shh... it's okay, Ames... It's all going to be okay."

She clung onto him with everything she had, eyes moist and red-rimmed as she gazed up into his face beseechingly.

"Make it stop! P-please, make it stop!" She fisted her hand around the T-shirt he'd worn to bed

Adam hugged his fiancee to him, exchanging worried glances with Jay and then Chris. He and Amy were in serious trouble, and he knew there was only one way for things to get any better...

She was going to have to agree to see a therapist.

The tall blond man ran his hand over the side of her face, a wince coming to him at the extent of sadness he read in it. Her small hand still clutched at his T-shirt, until she collapsed against him again, more sobs coming as she pressed her face against his chest, her tears wetting the fabric of the shirt.

Chris and Jay stood by helplessly, the two blond men exchanging sad glances. This thing was only getting worse and worse.

*

You have got to get me out of here!" John exclaimed into the phone as he stared into the eyes of the man on the other side of the glass.

He was in a maximum security prison in Upstate New York following his arrest and trial, where he'd been tried and convicted of first-degree kidnapping, dangerous imprisonment and rape.

He couldn't believe the betrayal and craftiness of that bitch... She'd actually reached that little window in his basement and smashed it to call for help. That had apparently happened not even twenty minutes after he'd gone out. A man had stopped to get help for her - and the next thing he knew, there was an ambulance, as well as a police cruiser on his front walk. The cops had promptly arrested him the moment he'd returned home.

As they were handcuffing him, he'd looked toward the ambulance. There she was, huddled under a blanket and sitting on the open back of the vehicle. Their eyes had ever so briefly met until she'd shut hers tightly and looked away. He thought he'd detected a shudder from her.

"Don't worry, Johnny... I've called my own personal attorney. We're gonna do our best to get you out of here."

"That's not good enough, Uncle Paul!"

"Well, that's the best we can hope for at this point." Paul Heyman shook his head, his beady brown eyes growing hard as he thought about the woman responsible for his nephew being here. "But don't you worry... I'll take care of everything..."