Month 1

Day 1
	They're crazy for giving me this job!  "Counseling of a slightly
unstable individual."  What a candy-coating...say it for what it is!
They've got me trying to tame the Big Red Machine!  Who does Shane
McMahon think I am...Freud?!  "Just try to get him calm...make him
normal," he said.  How is a 17-year-old kid going to manage
that?!  I know I study psychology and that I owe Shane a favor, but
why this favor?!

Day 2
	So far, no good...I met my Big Red patient today...sort of.  I
guess I caught him in a bad mood...I had no sooner gotten to him and
given him my name than he backhanded me right into a bunch of trash
cans!  Didn't even stop, just kept walking!  I managed to disengage
myself from the mess, but by then, he was gone.  I'm not enjoying
this assignment so far...

Day 4
	Shane was pretty sympathetic...he agreed that physical damage
wasn't in my contract and gave me a bonus in pay.  At least the bruise
is fading.  He encouraged me to try digging through the past few weeks
to see when Kane had first started losing it.  He then gave me all the
tapes of his matches from the past two months.  I think I'll do it
later...

Day 5
	I've reviewed all the tapes of Kane.  I did find something...
after one of the matches, Kane's friend X-Pac left the stadium.  The
next time he was there, Kane was a little more vicious.  As his relation-
ship with X-Pac deteriorated, so did his, er...sanity.  This seems
to be the spot to hit...perhaps all the big guy needs is someone to
help patch up that friendship.

Day 6
	I arrived at the arena and began my search for X-Pac, but he
was nowhere to be found.  So, with a heavy sigh, I approached Kane
again.  This time, he was sitting down, and he seemed calmer, so I
moved in.  When I cleared my throat, he jerked like I had scared him,
and stared at me as I came closer.  I sat a few feet away, since he
seemed ready to bolt at the drop of a hat.  I told him my name, and
when I asked his (just trying to calm him a bit), he just kind of
tilted his head to the side and kept staring.  He reminds me of a dog,
the way he looked at me and the way he moved.  When he didn't do anything,
I started to move towards him, but he got up and left really fast
before I got too close.  This is going to take some work.

Day 8
	I approached Kane backstage again.  He wasn't so skittish
this time...he stared at me like before, but he wasn't so tense.  I
wonder if he just got surprised the last time.  At any rate, I didn't
push my luck by trying to get too close.  I told him my name again and
asked for his, but he just looked at me.  I decided to tell him about
myself, but before I got into it, he got up and left again.  I swear,
that guy is going to drive me crazy if he keeps doing that!

Day 9
	The search for the ever-elusive X-Pac continues.  This guy
has been avoiding the arenas like there's no tomorrow, and I need
him if I'm ever going to approach Kane and not have the guy run off!

Day 11
	Reporting back in with Shane.  He says he's pleased with the
progress I've made.  I guess that means he's happy I haven't been
choke-slammed yet.  He paid me and told me to keep working since Kane
is as violent as ever.  That makes me have a warm, fuzzy feeling
all over...

Day 12
	I'm starting to think that X-Pac was a mass hallucination.  I've
been looking for almost a week, no X-Pac.  Getting mad...

Day 13
	I finally got Kane to speak today.  I started to approach him,
and he looked at me, but without the usual emotional glare.  I went
through the spiel, but before I said my name, he just said, in this
weird, sort of clipped voice, "I know you're Lily."  His voice sounded
like his mouth didn't work right, like his words had to fight to get
out.  I looked at him and I finally said, "So what's your name?"  He
did that head-tilt again, and he finally said, "You know."  Not only
is he a psycho, but he's a smart-aleck.  He then got up and started
to walk off, but I told him to stop, and he did.  I tried to move
closer, but he backed off and wouldn't let me get within 5 feet.
Finally, I gave up and let him leave.  I'll try again tomorrow...

Day 14
	Kane's getting a little more trusting...or maybe just a little
more patient with me.  Today, he sat there and seemed to actually
listen.  I told him I was going to be trying to help him deal with his
anger over what had happened with all his family and friends.  I then
went on to explain that things would be easier for us if we didn't
meet in these dark, dingy little corners he was fond of.  He looked at
me a while, then sort of shook his head and leaned back.  I took this as
a chance and moved in a bit, and he snapped to attention and started
with that stare again.  Is it just me, or does he hate physical closeness?
Another issue to address...

Day 16
	I met with Kane again.  I think he's starting to anticipate
when I'm going to look for him and he waits for me.  How odd that he
would seem to dislike me and yet he would seek me out...as though
he looks forward to it.  Sad that he would seem to be so lonely to
accept my company.  I did all the talking again today, but he seemed to
be listening once more, which was encouraging since it showed that he
was maybe interested.  I explained more about what I wanted to do,
then, as always, tried to get a little closer to him.  He stiffened
up again, but I steeled myself and this time, got to within 3 feet
of him.  I stopped there, though, a little nervous because he started
playing with his glove.  No choke-slam for me, thanks!

Day 17
	I went around talking to some of the others and discovered that
Kane has something of a fondness for insects.  I found that a bit
little-boyish, but I got a jar and caught as many fireflies as I could,
then brought them with me.  When Kane saw me with that jar, I thought
he was attacking me, but he was just fascinated by the little glowing
bugs!  I gave him the jar and sat next to him as he traced his fingers
across the glass, following a bug's path.  He didn't even notice me
next to him for a long time, until, for no apparent reason, he put
the jar down, then got up and left.  These actions will require some
serious scrutiny...

Day 18
	Payday again.  Shane had some startling info this time around.  He
told me that Mankind, Edge and Christian, and D'lo Brown had all told
him that they had seen Kane sitting in the hallway, holding something
and crying.  Edge had been particulary disturbed when he had gone to
see what was wrong and saw Kane's mask had blood all over one side
of it.  However, all the four of them could tell about the object
he was holding was that it was a picture of some sort.  I definately
have to check this one out.

Day 19
	Kane wasn't in our spot today.  I looked all over but I just
couldn't find him.  I did, however, run into Ms. Kitty, who said she
had seen Kane going into a dressing room with a mirror or something
like that, and when he had left, the mirror had been broken and the
room fairly destroyed.  I'm getting a little distressed over this
news about my patient...what's going on with him?

Day 20
	I found the man X-Pac...finally!  He was walking through,
and I recognized him from the traditional bandanna and sunglasses.  I
explained who I was and what I was trying to do for Kane, but he just
mumbled something about Kane not being his business anymore and kept
walking, leaving me staring after him in open-mouthed shock.  What a
cold-hearted guy to just dump off his friend that way!  I've scratched
X-Pac off my list...I don't guess I like the idea of getting the big
guy together with him!  I'll have to think of a better way to help
Kane...if I can find him.

Day 21
	Found him, thank heavens...Kane's fine.  I found him waiting
in a corner for me.  I was so relieved that I almost hugged him, before
I remembered that I hadn't gotten all of his trust just yet.  I satisfied
myself with bawling him out for scaring me, and demanded to know
where he had been and what had happened.  He just sort of looked
at me, and I saw that his right eye is white!  When I stopped yelling,
he nodded at me, then got up and started away again.  He is really
starting to make me furious!

Day 22
	I was late today, and something pretty interesting happened.
When I arrived at the arena, grumbling at the ineffiency of the local
cabs, I discovered that the big guy was waiting for me just inside the
entrance.  I was a bit surprised, but he and I walked together to our
little spot, where he promptly sat down on a chair.  There was one
waiting for me as well, and I realized that he had set them up for us!
It was pretty amazing...I'd never had thought that he would do that.
He just watched me awhile, until I had recovered from the shock, then
he got up and left again.  There was something different in his eyes
as he went, though...if he hadn't been wearing that mask, I'd have
sworn he was smiling.

Day 24
	Still, Kane refuses to explain what he was doing in the hallway,
who bloodied his mask, and what was on that picture.  I begged, de-
manded, and tried bribing him to tell me, but he just leaned back in
his chair and gave me that look where his eyes were smiling.  I got
so mad at his stubborness that I concluded our meeting and
stalked off in a rage.  I thought for a few seconds that he was going
to follow me, but he just sat in his chair and watched me go.  I think
it amuses him to make me mad...the Big Red Jerk!

Day 25
	Payday.  Shane continued urging me on in my work.  He
said that Kane didn't retaliate as quickly when picked on anymore,
but he was still far too wild and uncontrollable.  Shane then said some-
thing that made my blood run cold...he said that he was wondering if
Kane might get better if he were back in the institution.  A mental
hospital!  I demanded that he drive that thought out of his head right
away...Kane might be a big brute and get on my nerves, but I can
tell that an institution is the last thing that would help him now.
Shane backed off, but warned me that if Kane didn't start responding
to my treatment, he would have no choice.  Like hell I'm going to let
him do that!

Day 26
	I absolutely ran to Kane today and told him Shane's
warning.  He was really upset...the very second I said the word
institution, he started shaking like a leaf.  When I tried to reassure
him, he just backed away from me-and I saw that his mask had blood
on it again.  I was startled, but before I could try to help him, he shoved
me into my chair so hard that I toppled over backwards, then he ran
away from me before I even got up.  I hope I didn't scare him so bad
that he's going to stop showing up for our meetings.

Day 28
	I arrived at our spot early today, but the big guy showed
up later than usual.  Normally, he beats me there or arrives right after
me, but I waited almost 15 minutes before he finally came creeping
up.  And I do mean creeping...I didn't hear him until he had
settled in his chair across from me.  I tried moving closer, but he jumped
up and backed away until I retreated.  Just my saying the word institution
has set our relationship back to the skittish, no-closer-than-10-feet
phase that it was before.  Kane seems to be afraid that I'm going
to put him in a hospital...unfortunately, he ran off before I could tell
him that I wanted to help him.

Day 29
	Kane approached me even more carefully.  I waited for him
to get seated before I explained to him that the hospital was Shane's
idea, not mine, and that I was going to try my best to keep the idea
from becoming a reality.  He looked at me more, and out of nowhere,
he sort of lunged at me.  I screamed because I thought he was attacking
me, but the next thing I knew, he had my hand absolutely swallowed
in both of his mammoth paws.  For the first time, he actually looked
me in the eyes, and I saw that his brown eye was filling up with tears,
but his white eye was bleeding!  I asked him about it, but he shook
his head at me.  I guess that when he gets upset, that eye cries blood.
At any rate, the big guy's counting on me now...and maybe he'll take
these sessions more seriously!

Day 30
	Kane was waiting on me today, and when I brought my chair
closer to his, he didn't run off or glare at me, but he just sat there, waiting
for me to get started, I guess.  I began by asking him if he was willing
to actually talk about things, and he hesitated, then nodded
real slow.  This is good news...at tomorrow's session, maybe we can
finally start getting to the root of his troubles!