The scene opens in a flashback to Sara's past. She's just a child in this flashback, about nine years old. She's been sitting awake in bed, waiting for the time to come where she could sneak out, and listen to her parents talk. She knows something is a miss, she saw it in the eyes of her mother when she came in earlier in the evening. Her suspicion was confirmed when her mother responded to Will's question of 'How'd everything go?' with 'We'll talk when the kids are in bed.' Sara knew something serious was about to go down, as this was standard procedure for the two of them. As she slowly got out of the bed, careful not to wake up Jane who was fast asleep in her own bed, Sara slowly tip toed to the door, and slowly opened the door wide enough that she can just squeeze through. She gets down on her hands and knees, and crawls her way over the top of the staircase, just around the corner so she can't be seen from the bottom floor. The conversation has already started in the room below.

"We just need to cherish the time I have left Will. Thats it. I can't keep doing this chemo if it isn't going to help." She hears her mother say.

"What did the doctor say Beck? He didn't tell you too stop did he?" Will responds.

"Of course he didn't. No doctor would ever advise a cancer patient to quit chemotherapy. But Will, my chances of pulling out of this...I can't take it anymore. I just want to enjoy what I have left." Becky says holding back tears.

Sara peeks around the corner, and down, too see her parents locked together in embrace, her mother is crying. Will is crying too. Through the tears he asks...

"How long do they think you have?"

"Between 2 and 6 months."

Sara isn't sure what is going on. '2 and 6 months' she keeps thinking to herself. In her child mind, this seems like forever. And whats going to happen then? Is mom going to have another surgery? Is she going to have to go back to the hospital again? These are all she can comprehend at the moment. The thought of her mother dying never enters her being. And yet, she starts to cry. She keeps herself quiet, being sure not to let her parents know she's out of bed.

"I thought we were out of the woods? The scans after the hysterectomy and mastectomy showed you were clean?"

"Will, its spread to my lungs, and colon. It just hadn't started to show itself yet. Will, please, I don't want to go through anymore surgeries. And no more chemo. My body can't take it, my mind can't take it. I want to to enjoy my children as best I can right up too the end. Please Will."

That was when it all began. The end of her mother's life, and when she would be forced to start the process of becoming a woman early. From that night Becky fought, and lived to see Sara's 10th birthday. She lived 9 months after she was given her 6 month death sentence. Her mother was a fighter, and she fought for every extra second she could get. Its all Sara has been able to think about since she got on the road in Ozone Park, New York. And now as she approaches Denver, she realizes she has just driven the entire way without stopping to sleep. She is tired. She just wants to get to Sean's cabin and lay down for bit. She drives into the city, and finds the place they agreed to meet, Braun's Bar & Grill. Sean Starr is seen sitting at a table waiting for his tag team partner. A waitress walks over and offers to take his drink order, but he just shrugs her off. He watching front door, waiting for Sara to arrive. After a few minutes, she finally does walk in the front door, and after stopping at the hostess' stand begins to walk towards the table where Sean is sitting. Sean stands up as Sara approaches, and pulls her chair out for her, and she sits down across from him at the table.

"Thank you Sean." Sara says to her tag partner, "I appreciate what your doing for me on such short notice. I needed to get out of New York for awhile."

"Oh, it's not a problem really. I assure you. This is the least I can do for you willing to be my partner in this tournament you know."

"I can't help but feel like I owe you so much though. I mean, after what you did for me on Reloaded and all, and now this."

"Hey, anybody would've done what I did on Reloaded. I just happened to be the first one too see it going down. So I did what any decent person would do. He had no right to attack you like that."

"I know. But I know he was doing what he thinks is best for me."

"Sara, look at those stitches, and the black eye. How could that be whats best for you?"

Sara doesn't know how too respond at first.

"You just have to know Will Schorg I guess to understand. But anyway, I came out here to get away from all that, so why don't we just talk about something else?"

"Ok, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well," Sara says smiling, "How about we talk about you?"

"Well, what is it that you would like to know about me?" Sean says with a little smirk coming over his mouth.

"Just about your past what all it is that you did..." She smiles... "You know like if you were in an interview."

"Well...I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, but we had a house here in Denver as well. So I accept both places as my home. The people all accept me as one of their own in both places too. I get the best of both worlds...the city of Atlanta and the quite of Denver's wilderness when I need it."

Sean pauses for just a second.

"Both of my parents are doctors, they do a lot of work in the communities and stuff. They are well respected, but they were not around much when I was little. My brother and sisters took care of me mainly. My parents just now are starting to get time to travel and be more family oriented. Now it is me who is busy traveling around wrestling and beating up people."

"So why don't you try and stand up to Will? Why don't you just leave him behind in your past and move on from that point in your life?"

Sean ask with a look of concern in his eyes.

Sara sighs, "When mom died, I had nothing except for Will. Everyone knows who my real dad is, but nobody realizes that I haven't seen him since I was ten years old. Mom had them give me the last name Pettis when I was born because she knew if she named me Sara Thompson, that Amp would've never even acknowledged my existence. When I was really little, mom used to almost force me on him, but gave up on it after she got sick. Technically when she passed away, he had partial custody, but we still hadn't seen each other for years. He had the choice of taking full custody, or putting me up for adoption, and letting Will take me instead. He choose the second option. Will didn't have to take me in, but he had cared for me since I was toddler, and Jane and I were pretty much sisters. He was my father, and until recently, he has never treated me like anything less then a daughter. I know he's only thinking about my future, but really, I don't think he knows any other way of handling disagreements. He used to do the same thing with mom. He never beat her, except in the wrestling ring. Which is why he went to San Antonio. At home, he won't touch anyone, but in an arena, I think he automatically becomes Aj Nin Red Rum or something. He's not a bad man, he just can't control that side of him sometimes. And I think he's been bottling that side of him in for so long, that it just needed a reason to come out. Nobody outside of my family will probably understand that, and the truth is, I wouldn't expect them too."

The conversation is broken up by a waitress walking up to the table in which pair sits. Sean orders something, but Sara politely refuses except for some coffee. Sean looks at her a little awkwardly.

"Aren't you hungry? I mean, you couldn't have stopped to do much more then nap on your way here as quick as you got here." Sean says.

"No, I didn't even do that. My mind was just on everything thats been going on, and is going on, and is about to happen, I didn't realize I was so tired until I got to Denver. Then I realized I had been driving for so long, and only stopping for gas, that I was half asleep." Sara responds.

Sean looks at her, and notices the worn look on her face and nods his head, he grabs hold of a waiter walking pass by the sleeve.

"Hey, let them know that I'll have my order to go please." He tells the waiter.

"Oh no Sean, you don't have to do that. I'm not that tired."

"Sara, no offense, but you look like you're about to take a nose dive into your coffee. I'm going to take you back to the cabin."

"What about my car and my stuff?"

"I'll figure something out." Sean responds.

"Well, what are we going to do while we wait for your food?"

"Well....who do you think the mystery man is?" Sean asks her.

Sara stops for a second, "Foley, don't ask me why, I just have this feeling it's Foley

Sean thinks about it for a second, "I thought it might of been Capone or Zero the returning superstars. They seem to be wanting to get back into the sport with a quickness. Especially Zone Capone, I guess only time will tell huh?"

"Yea, I suppose."

Within minutes, Sean's order arrives at the table, and Sean puts down some money and a tip. They leave the restaurant and walk out to Sean's car which is parked across the isle from Sara's.

"Are you sure my car is going to be alright here?" She asks him.

"Yea, I'll send someone to pick it up when we get back to the cabin." He answers unlocking the doors of his vehicle.

As they both get in, the camera pans back as the car starts and backs out of the parking space, before driving off into the city.