All Chris Jericho was simply trying to prepare himself for his return to the WWE. Looking back, he still doesn't know what he did wrong. But as they say, stuff happens.

Let's return back to that day, shall way?

A Week Earlier…

Chris Jericho was sitting on his couch with his feet on the coffee table eating some Doritos and watching House at 10:30pm. He looked at his watch and realized what time it was.

"Aw shoot, I gotta get ready to get back to the WWE tomorrow." He muttered.

He sighed. Why was life always trying to beat up on Chris Jericho?

Chris got up and went to his room to sleep. Alone. Again. In his apartment. Fragment. Fragment.

It was times like this that made him wish he had decided to get married to that prostitute in Las Vegas.

But this was no time to complain about his personal life.

After all, I'll be back where I belong soon. He thought closing his eyes.

Off to sleep, sweet, sweet Jericho…

Chris Jericho's Dream

It was pretty weird.

He found himself sitting between Wayne Brady and Colin Mochrie on the set of Whose Line Is It Anyway?!

Drew Carey was sitting in front of him and for some reason, Y2J felt an odd surge of envy for Drew's glasses.

"Drew, can I have your glasses?" he asked.

Drew frowned. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Well, okay."

He took them off and Chris went and got them. Wayne, Colin, and Ryan Stiles weren't happy about it.

"Drew, how come you never let me have your glasses?" they whined.

The host rolled his eyes and tossed $100 at them to keep them happy and quiet.

It worked.

End Dream Sequence

"Whoa!" Chris sat up in the bed, dripping with sweat. "What was that about?"

He shook his head and mumbled, "Dreams."

Then he looked forward saw a ghostly figure of Stephanie McMahon. He chuckled as he thought to himself how much better she looked ghostly. Stephanie frowned and threw a newspaper at him, which conked his head.

"Ow! What was that for!"

"For saying that I looked better ghostly. Now pay attention!" Stephanie looked Chris up and down, sneering. Chris felt tears come to his eyes.

That newspaper really hurt.

"Chris, you had a dream didn't you? Where you took Drew Carey's glasses right?"

He blushed. "Honestly, it was an accident, I couldn't control myself-"

"Shut up! I don't have time for your perversions. I just wanted to tell you that you made an unfortunate mistake."

"You know, my head really hurts. Do you have something I could take for it?" he asked, rubbing his temple.

She ignored him. "Chris, you have made your mistake and now, I will make your first week back on WWE TV HELL! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa!"

"Could you be more specific? I endured a lot of hells-"

Stephanie groaned and took out her reading glasses as she read the memo. "Ahem- 'Chris Jericho's hell shall be seven weeks of odd circumstances. In these days, he and everyone around him will succumb to the power of the oddness.' Did that help?"

"Somewhat."

Stephanie smiled. "Wonderful. Now I'll be going. You better get some sleep. You've got a big day ahead of you!"

With that, she disappeared and Chris immediantly fell asleep.