Rich sat in his hotel room and stared at the picture Lindsay posted in shock. She's... dying her hair... Oh my god... She's still beautiful..

He was surprised she hadn't blocked him on Twitter, but he didn't want to like or retweet anything from her, knowing she'd probably remember.

He sighed softly and put his phone on the side of him and laid back in his bed. He didn't know what to do with himself now. He's used to texting Lindsay before he went to sleep, but he couldn't do that anymore.

He sighed loudly this time and put his pillow over his head. "Damnit Misha!" He yelled into the pillow.

After quietly crying into his pillow, he finally fell into a restless sleep.