She'd told the blond man she felt she needed some time off, and he assured her that he understood.  Surprisingly, the hallway was nearly deserted as they made their way to the locker rooms.

Adam gave Amy's hand a gentle squeeze as he held onto it firmly, then raised it to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on the back of it.

"Are you absolutely sure you're up for being here, sweetie?" he asked.

She nodded, glancing down at their hands.  Her own were bandaged up with gauze after her mirror-shattering rampage from last night.  She couldn't believe everything she'd done.  It all seemed so insane - but she'd lost sense of all reason when she'd returned to the hotel yesterday.  She'd been terribly upset and had not been thinking clearly at all.  And the most terrifying thing was that she'd seriously wanted to die.

Finally, the redhead spoke.  "I have to be here, Adam...The storyline between Jeff, Matt and myself...you know..."

"Yeah, I know," the tall Canadian said softly.

"Besides," she continued as she gazed deeply into his deep green eyes, "I want to speak to Vince or Stephanie about getting some time off..."  She bit her lip, as she definitely didn't want to have to tell either McMahon about what had happened last night, after Vengeance.  But chances were, she would have no choice.  She thought she would rather speak to Stephanie than her father, who could be a bit cold and brusque.  The brunette was a woman, and therefore generally easier to talk to.  Besides, she'd gone to Stephanie when she'd gotten that time off for Adam and herself, and the young woman had been very kind to her then.

"All right..." Adam said gently, his gaze locked on her lovely face.  "If you need me, you know where to find me."

She nodded.

The tall blond man leaned forward to capture her lips with his own.  He planted a tender kiss on the diva, lingering for a moment before straightening back up and releasing her reluctantly.  "See you later..."

Then, he continued on down the hallway, leaving her standing in front of the closed door of the women's locker room.

Amy watched as his form retreated in the distance down the corridor, then turned back toward the door and entered the room.  There were only three other divas currently inside, and one of them rushed over to her in an instant.

"Amy!  Hi," Trish said, her chocolate-brown eyes large and expressive.  "You wouldn't believe it...There's talk about people having seen a woman out on the ledge at the hotel last night...Wanted to kill herself."  She shook her head, her face full of horror.  "Can you imagine?  That poor woman..."

The redhead stared into her friend's face for a beat, her own expression blank.  Then, glancing over at the other two divas in the room - Jacqueline and Stacy Keibler, she placed a hand on Trish's wrist.  Dragging the little blonde to a corner of the room, she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"That...that was me last night..."

The Canadian woman's eyes widened as she stared at her friend in absolute shock.  Her jaw dropped open as well, but she'd been rendered speechless.  Swallowing hard, Trish blinked as she continued to merely stare at Amy.

Finally regaining her voice, Trish whispered, "We'll talk more about this later - now is definitely not the right time..."

The redhead nodded, her eyes locked with those of the blonde woman.  Then, she started to make her way to the lockers, readjusting the bag on her shoulder, when the petite blonde stopped her.

"Just tell me..." Trish said in sotto voce, her hand on Amy's arm.  "Are you...okay now?"

The high-flying diva nodded.  "Yes...I really am..."

The blonde swallowed again, a lump of emotion having formed in her throat.  She couldn't believe her best friend had been the woman everyone had been talking about being on a building ledge last night.  Tears threatened behind her eyelids, but she forced them back.

"We'll talk more about all this later," the redhead said.  "I promise..."