Ally sat locked inside the cell she had resided in for the past week. Her body had begun to feel the toll of the lack of sleep, food, and proper medical care. She worried for her unborn child and for those who cared about her. To her, this place wasn't home, it was a tomb. Her own personal taste of Hell on Earth. Had they all forgotten her? Had she been left here to die? Was Griffin fighting to find her? All these questions ran through her head. Should she take the chance and try to break out? The bars were well taken care of, so kicking out a rusted one wasn't an option. The window? It was far to small for her to fit through. She had tried escaping many times, each plan foiled before they were enacted. Deep down inside she knew Griffin was out there, finding everyway he could to get her out. She trusted Griffin, she had since their match with Angelus. Griffin was one person she knew that had earned her trust without having to fight for it. He had her back, and she had his.

The big turning point in her life came while she and Mystica were in Paris. She found out that she was pregnant. The only thing she had left to do was tell the man she had been with, and judge his reaction. When she woke up alone in the hotel, hung over She had a feeling that David knew and had left her. So she packed up and headed home. She knew it would have destroyed everything, but Griffin deserved to know the whole truth. So she told him, laid all her cards on the table and left nothing unsaid. She found out in that moment tat he felt the same. That everything she was feeling, he felt too. Together they would figure it out. Griffin and Ally were to be parents. She had gone out to the ring, to announce her semi-retirement when Duke had her abducted. Griffin tried to rescue her then but it was in vain. He was beaten down. But Alexandra knew he wouldn't give up, so neither would she. Ally would fight until she was dead or free.