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Trish Stratus was horrified as she walked into the hotel room to see her friend in such a state.

Amy was so listless, her eyes downcast and haunted. She was barely speaking at all, and she looked as though seh hadn't slept much the previous night.

It broke the little blonde's heart. Things certainly hadn't been great lately, but for the last week or so, the redhead had seemed pretty okay. But now... Now was a completely different story.

"Amy," Trish said softly, her voice soothing, "please talk to me." She winced at the memory of her friend's facial expression from when Adam had left a bit earlier. The tall blond man had called her over to keep an eye on her fiancee, keep her company while he attented to some important business. She didn't quite know what that 'important business' was, but when Adam left, Amy had looked so crestfallen. It broke the blonde's heart.

"Amy..." Trish wished Jeff were here. The colorful-haired man was so comforting, and somehow, she sensed he would be able to get the redhead out of her current funk - at least temporarily.

The other woman finally seemed to respond, shuddering under Trish's light touch. Slowly, Amy turned her head to face her close friend. Her hazel eyes were once again so very haunted, and Trish thought she couild break down at that look.

"It's worse than we thought," the redhead said as she almost stared right through the other woman. "It's *way* worse, Trish!"

The Canadian diva's brown eyes widened. Dear God, what was Amy talking about? If there were any new details pertaining to what had happened to Amy nearly four years earlier - and Trish had a sneaking, sinking suspicion that this was indeed the case - she didn't know a thing about them. Adam hadn't divulged anything to her when he'd gone out.

"What?" she asked. "Honey, what do you mean?" Her hand rose to the distraught woman's hair.

"Th-there was a baby!" Amy exclaimed, terror gripping her in its painful clutches.

Trish frowned as she gazed into the teary hazel orbs.

"Oh, Amy... The baby," she crooned. "I know... I know, it's so awful. But don't-"

"No!" Amy said vehemently, shaking her head. Her hazel eyes went slightly wild as she eyed her friend. "Not *that* baby..." She choked up, a sob released as she went on. "I had a... a miscarriage in early 1999."

Trish's eyes widened as she gasped with recognition.

"Oh, my God... Amy, you don't... You mean...?" She was able to read the answer in her unfinished question in the redhead's haunted eyes. Sweet Jesus... She reached for the other woman, although she knew nothing she could do would offer enough comfort.

Just then, Adam re-entered the hotel room. The two women looked up abruptly as he stepped inside, his sharply handsome face determined. He also seemed angry - but Trish could hardly blame him if he knew about Amy's horrible past - especially this most recent news. "Someone is behind all of this," the tall blond declared. He ran a hand through his long hair and held it there for a moment as he tightly closed his eyes and exhaled a breath. "Someone is playing sick games," he said between clenched teeth. He was furious enough to punch a hole in the wall, but he restrained himself due to not wanting to terrify the two divas.

Amy gazed up at him, her haunted hazel eyes filled with question marks.

"It's true, Amy," Adam went on. "Because, from what Jeff told me, this John person is *dead*."

Trish's eyes widened. Her heart began to pound in triple time as well as a strange nagging hit her - but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.