Damien couldn't figure out if he was in a state of dormiveglia or if he was simply devoid of any sanity. Had he really just seen all that he had in the past two days, or was he going mad? He awoke in the large chair at the manor, and this time, she was gone. There was no trace she had been here. It was as if the manor house had been cleaned.. even the blankets and sheets on the bed were fresh. He sat up completely wiping his eyes. Standing, he made his way down the staircase and the doorbell rang. Opening the door he found Alfred standing there.

"Good morning young sir."

"Good morning Alfred."

Damien yawned, stretching. He smiled at the older man and waited for a few moments before speaking again.

"You said you would check on me the next morning."

Alfred looked at him strangely.

"It is the next morning young sir."

Alfred looked at him concerned. Damien normally didn't act like this, so it frightened the older man just enough to make him worry. Alfred grabbed Damiens bags and placed them in the trunk of the car. Before ushering him out with it.

"But wait.. I just need to check something..."

Damien ran back inside, wondering if it had been real. Checking the closet he found the silver slip of a nightgown she had worn. The clothes that had been in the closet, now gone. On the dresser lay a hairbrush, long blonde strands still clung in it. Where had she gone? Damien shook his head and went back downstairs. He made sure to lock up the manor and climbed into the car. After all, he needed to get back to the states. He had a match tomorrow night, and he didn't plan on missing it.

-London-Heathrow Airport 8am-
Alfred drove up to the large airport and stepped out of the car to open the door for Damien and let him out. He smiled at him and nodded softly. The two men said their goodbyes and Damien disappeared into the airport, and past security. Once he was in the terminal for his flight, he sat down and pulled his phone out. Time to talk some shit. He hit record and started talking.

"Gunner, you waltz around here thinking that you are gods gift to Professional Wrestling. You are a pathetic excuse for a wrestler. You will never amount to anything. All that glory and fame that your father had, you'll never reach that pinnicale. Face it Gunner, you will always be second best. Hell, you aren't even second best. You are on the bottom of the barrel with the other jobbers here in XWF. So you want to try and prove your worth on my account, it's not going to happen. See you in the ring, punk."

With that Damien cut the video feed and sent it off to XWF management to be played before the show. Damien boarded his flight and headed back home to the states, knowing he had done as Zak asked.