No News is Good News.

Amy:

Once Charlotte went back to the restaurant with Sean, I turned to Sam.

"Do you have it?" I asked, curiously.

"No! Why would you even think that?" Sam frowned and angrily flipped his hair. Munro and I exchanged glances, and everybody ate dinner in silence.

"I didn't take it. Stop." Sam finally said, and got up from the dinner. Veronica followed him out, and grabbed his hand.

"Sam, nobody's saying you did." We overheard.

"Why did Charlotte think I did?" He exclaimed, and didn't stop walking.

"Wait! First her ring, Elisabeth's necklace, now her passports?" Veronica said. I suddenly looked over at Munro and I could see his mind click everything together.

"He's a fucking thief." He said, and we all quickly got up.

"We have to get Charlottes stuff back!" I said, and we began running, trying to find her. As we searched the entire resort, she wasn't found. We all got back together, and Munro squeezed my hand.

"Don't worry. He can't get any of our stuff." He smiled, reassuringly. Finally, it was late and we all went to our hotel rooms. As I unlocked my room door, I saw Charlotte and Sean sitting on Munro and I's bed. My jaw dropped, and Munro suddenly attacked Sean. He pushed him towards the wall and glared him down.

"Give Charlotte back all of her things." He said, in the deepest voice I've ever heard him in. Charlotte suddenly got up and began going hysterical.

"Munro, get off of him! He's trying to help me; he's not the bad guy!" She kept repeating. I've never seen Munro fight with anybody, and seeing how red and uncontrollable he was, made me stunned. I stood there, unable to help Charlotte, Sean or even Munro.

"Amy, do something!" Charlotte screamed, as Munro was choking Sean. My hand began shaking, which snapped me out of everything. I ran up to Munro and looked at him straight in the eye. He suddenly looked at me and let go, as Sean began coughing.

"You're fucking mad." Sean said, as he was trying to breath. He stumbled, attempting to get off the bed, and almost fell. Charlotte ran after him, and she and Sam exchanged glances by the doorway. She shook her head and walked with Sean, and Sam came up to us.

"Are you okay?" Asked Sam and Munro nodded, looking over at me. I couldn't believe what I saw, and I was still in shock. Munro didn't take his eyes off of me, and I was afraid to leave.

"Amy…" He began, the moment Sam left.

"Hmm?" My voice squeaked.

"About what happened…that-that wasn't me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. You did the right thing." I said, and I felt my face burning with fear. "I'm going to Elisabeth's." I finally said, and fled the room. I began knocking on Elisabeth's door, and Thomas opened it, holding a can of beer.

"Excuse me, is Elisabeth here?" My voice was shakey, and he opened the door, letting me go from under his arm. I saw her staring at the TV in her nightgown, as they watched Degrassi. She was drinking as well, and she began laughing crazily.

"OH my goodness, Fitz is such a joke in this! Look!" She pointed at the TV, where James and Aislinn had a scene together.

"Er…yes." I replied, not thinking about Degrassi.

"Elisabeth, I have to talk to you." I said, and she turned the TV off when she saw my worried look.

"Um, Thomas. Could you go pick up something from Munro's room?" She hinted, and signalled him to leave. He quickly caught on and nodded, heading out the door. I turned to her, and explained what happened with Sean, as she took a sip of her beer.

"…Maybe he was just angry and sticking up for Char?" Elisabeth suggested, and I shook my head.

"No, it wasn't anything like that."

"You've never seen him in a fight, Ames. You don't know what he's like. I'm sure it's no big deal." She replied, and I shook my head.

"No, he knew that he did something wrong. It wasn't right."

"I don't know. I mean, you'd have to talk to him about it." She replied, and quickly changed the subject as Thomas came back into the room.

"…Right. Well, I should be going." I said, and nervously walked out. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to face Munro again. As I was walking out to go to the bar, I felt someone grab my hand.

"Amy, stop." Munro said, and looked straight into my eyes. I avoided the eye contact, and felt tense.

"I'm going for a drink, Munro. We'll talk later." I said sternly.

"No! Why can't we just talk about it now?" He frowned, and I began walking towards the bar, needing to get a drink. He grabbed onto my hand, hardly. He didn't let go, and tightly squeezed until I squealed.

"Ow! Munro, stop!" I said, and he began turning red.

"I-I-I…" He began saying, and looked pale suddenly. He began backing away and running.

"Munro!" I exclaimed, running after him. "Stop!" I said, and I finally caught up to him. He started shaking and sat on a bench.

"I'm sorry. I-I don't know why…" He said, and began rocking back and forth.

"It's okay. I'm not hurt, everything is okay." I replied, and he looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Amy, I can't control myself." I brushed a piece of his dark hair out of his face and lightly kissed him.

"Yes you can." I said, and grabbed onto his shaking hands. He calmed down a bit, but was still fearful.

"When did this happen?" I asked him, hoping I wasn't pushing it too far.

"M-my dad. Thomas and I would always get…" His voice trailed off, and I noticed him gaze at the ground. He stopped talking, until I asked him again.

"When we were little, they would always fight; my mother and him. And he would take it out on us. It-it was our fault they separated." He replied, and took a deep breath. "Every time I fight with someone, I feel as though I've morphed into him. I can't control it, his power takes over me." I began to stroke his arm, and got up.

"Munro, just because he was a bad man, doesn't make you one. Don't blame yourself for anything he's done." I said, and let my hand out. He took it, and we made our way back to the hotel. I made him tea to calm him down, and then gave him a pill.

"Everything will be better in the morning." I whispered, and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Promise."

Sarina:

Early in the morning, I noticed Amy and Munro taking a walk down the beach, from the balcony. I decided not to interrupt them, so I went for breakfast by myself. As I sat down, James came right across from me.

"Hey," I smiled, and went to sit with him. "You're up early."

"Yeah." He shuffled, uncomfortably. "Are you going to sit here?" He asked.

"Well…if you don't mind, then yeah." I smiled and pulled back my curly hair into a pony tale.

"Actually, I was expecting somebody." He replied, still not looking at me. I slowly placed the napkin back on the table.

"Oh. Okay...sorry." I replied, confused. I picked up my bag and sat back in the table I was originally sitting at, right in front of him. He would steal quick glances, as I looked on the menu, and I would do the same. Suddenly, as the waiter came, a tall tanned brunette girl went towards James. I gripped onto the menu, and the waiter asked me what I wanted.

"Shhhh." I hushed. I leaned over to hear what they were saying. James gave her a quick greeting peck on the cheek and pulled out her seat. She sat down and flipped her long golden hair, and began laughing.

"So, what's Australia like?" I heard James' voice. I leaned in further, and the waiter asked again.

"Miss, would you like our new Australian crème Brule?"

"Australian?" I spat out. I glared at the girl and undid my ponytale. "No, as a matter of fact. I would like anything besides Australian. And no golden food. Actually, just get me anything that girl isn't getting." I nodded towards her and the waiter nodded. He went over to ask for their order, and I could barely hear what she was saying, thanks to the live band right beside me. Three guys began playing the guitar, and one held a tin can for tips.

"Okay! Okay, I'll give you a tip if you stop playing. Thanks." I said, and took out a twenty and placed it in. Once the moved onto another table, I could hear their conversations again.

"So who's this girl you were telling me about? That total bitch?" The girl asked, and James suddenly looked over at me. He mumbled something and the girl replied.

"Oh! Oops." She said, and turned around to look at me. James hid in his hands and I avoided eye contact. She kept starring until I got up. I left money on the table and began walking away, with tears in my eyes.

"Pricilla, I'll be right back." I heard James say, and he began to follow me.

"Sarina, she wasn't talking about you—"

"Total Bitch? James…do us both a favour and never talk to me again. This entire vacation was filled with drama, and tomorrow is our last day. Stop." I ignored anything else he was saying, and walked off to a booth. I ordered a sandwich, and from the corner of my eye I noticed him walk back to the restaurant. Total bitch? He thought I was a bitch? I'll show him a bitch.

Elisabeth:

I sat in my room waiting for Thomas to come in.

"One more day!" I squealed as I stretched and he came over to tickle me.

"It went by so fast…!" He replied, and we laid down in bed.

"Where do you want to go?"

"How about we sleep in today? And skip breakfast." He began tickling me some more, until I screamed really loudly. Suddenly, we were interrupted by the sound of the phone.

"Look what you did, I bet it's the front desk complaining from your loud screams." Thomas joked, and poked me. I screamed again and jumped off the bed.

"It's from Canada." I gave a confused look. "They called us two days ago too…"

"Maybe it's AJ. What if something's wrong?" Thomas suddenly ran to the phone and picked up.

"Hello?" He said, and paused. "It's Willow." He handed the phone over to me.

"Willow? How are you?" I said, and could barely hear her from all of the crying.

"He-He's dead." Willow said, and was interrupted by a crying baby in the background.

"Willow? What? Who's dead?" I asked, and felt cold. I sat down, frowning, as Willow began to cry, as well.

"AJ! AJ's dead."

I nearly dropped the phone. Willow hung up, and I stood there, in shock starring at the wall. Nothing seemed to matter.

"Thomas." I whispered and looked at him in teary eyes. "Get the others. AJ passed away."

Lindsay:

We stood in the airport, trying to get the next flight. Everybody had tissues in their hands, and Nathan paid for the early leave fee. Veronica began sobbing onto Luke's shoulder, as he tightly held onto her. I grabbed Nathan's hand, and nobody could bare look at Munro. He sat alone, not wanting to be with anyone. Not even Amy. He kept repeating the same words over and over again; his best friend died, and he was last to know. He was rattled.

"Amy, go comfort him," I whispered, and Amy shook her head.

"No, let him be alone." She replied. Veronica sniffled her way over to us and hugged Amy.

"Why…Why did this happen?" She cried, and Amy patted her.

"I know. I know."

We noticed Sam and the rest of the boys walk over to Munro. We were all wearing black, on this dreadful rainy day. Finally, the flight attendant came over and gave us our new boarding passes.

"We will board you in about ten minutes. Please go to C-16." She said, and I gave out everybodys passes. We began walking, and I looked over at Sam.

"Charlotte's not coming, is she?"

"She can't. James stayed behind with her, but even if she wanted to, she can't. Her passports…" His voice trailed off. I could see he still missed her, on top of the news with AJ.

"Call her. We have ten minutes, she can get herself to the airport in time, I can get her a boarding pass—" I began saying, but Sam shook his head.

"She's happier with Sean. I know it." He began walking away, but I caught onto him.

"Sam! She loves you. I know she does, she's not happy with Sean." I said. "Besides, we all know he's the one who stole her stuff." I whispered. Sam stopped walking. He took out his phone and dialled her number, and finally got an answer.

"Hello? Sam? How is everything? Are you guys there yet?" I overheard Charlotte begin asking questions, and Sam sighed.

"Charlotte, I want you to come with me."

"B-but I have to file for a passport!"

"I'm not leaving if you're not coming."

"I can't come! Not if I don't find my wallet!"

"Sean has it! Charlotte, everyone knows he does. You have to notify the police."

"Sam" I nudged and he looked over. "They're boarding the children, we're next. Are you coming?" I asked, and let out his boarding pass.

"Charlotte, they're boarding."

"Go without me. I'll see you tomorrow night." She said, and he stood there. One hand was on the phone, and his eyes were on the pass.

"Sam, AJ would want you to go. Be there for Willow." Charlotte repeated, half crying.

"I have to stay, Lindsay. I don't trust Sean, and I don't want anything happening to her." He took the boarding pass from me, and walked back to the flight attendant.

"Bye Sam. Take care." I muttered, and turned back to Nathan who took my hand for us to board.

As we sat in our plane, I sighed. Why did something good have to be followed by something bad?

"I wish I was there for him…when Kristiana…" Nathan said, and I noticed a trickle of tears fall down his cheek.

"He hasn't left us. He has a child here, Nate." I replied, holding onto his hand.

"Yes, but he killed himself. It wasn't meant to be, it was suicide." The way he said suicide caused Luke, who was sitting on his other side, to break down. I looked over at Veronica, who was also trying to calm him down.

Veronica:

"Luke, please stop crying. He's in a better place."

"You know, Veronica, he was my brother. When we were younger, we used to make these videos…" Luke couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears began coming out, and he sobbed.

"He was the only person who tried to help me. With the addiction." He said, and cried some more.

"Luke…" I was speechless. I never thought of AJ this close with any of the boys, other than Munro. Finally, the flight attendant brought Luke some water, and he took a pill. After a couple of hours, the pill caused him to sleep, along with more than half of the people on the plane. I, however, couldn't. Where was AJ? I looked outside the window and starred at the clouds. AJ…wherever you are, we all miss you.

When I woke up, everybody took their baggage off of the plane. I walked into the Toronto Airport, and looked at Luke.

"You can get through this." I whispered. He nodded, and the doors to the terminal opened. We walked trying to find Willow. Suddenly, I saw Sarina in tears as she ran up to a girl who I couldn't recognize. As we got closer, I saw her. Was that Willow?

Her long hair was out of place, she had no glasses on. Her clothes were miss-matched and she had no makeup on. She looked as if she hasn't slept for days. A rush of guilt ran over me, knowing that we were out partying for days, while she was mourning. I looked by her leg and saw a car seat, and a small baby's hand poking out of it. I clasped my hand over my mouth, as we all gathered around the baby.

"Oh my God." I finally broke the silence.

"Veronica." Willow said, and cried onto my shoulder. We all greeted her, and then I went next to the baby.

"Hello Kris," I said, in a playful voice. I gave his head a light kiss and he opened his eyes, looking at all of our unfamiliar faces.

Willow took out a tissue and wiped her tears, and then looked at me.

"Where are James, Sam and Charlotte?" She asked.

"Well, it's a long story with Char. She met this thief, and he took her stuff, so Sam stayed behind until she got it back. James, on the other hand…I'm not sure." I turned to Sarina to ask her, but she ignored the question.

"Who's James?" She blatantly asked, and I decided to drop it, exchanging looks with Willow.

The baby began to cry, and Willow picked him up, lightly rocking him back and forth in her arms.

"The taxi is going to be here soon," She whispered to us. I couldn't dare take a look at Luke, as he excused himself. Then I followed him to where he was.

"I can't stand being around Willow, seeing how hurt she is. I feel horrible." He said, and took out a pack of cigarettes. I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something to him about this, since the time was wrong. He blew the smoke and didn't even finish. He threw the butt onto the floor and looked at me.

"I hate myself so much, you don't understand." I stood next to him, crying.

"All you have to do, is be there for his son. We have to help Willow raise him." I choked out, and Luke nodded. He put his arm around me, and we walked back. Willow was handing the baby to Munro, who finally smiled after many hours.

"They look so much alike," He said, and the baby seemed calmer with him. Willow sniffed, and put her glasses on.

"AJ wanted you to be the godfather," She smiled over at Munro. He looked up in astonishment.

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Wow…it's an honor." He managed to say, as he and Amy began feeding the baby.

"What's his name?" Elisabeth asked who was handed the baby to, next.

"Kris." Willow replied, gathering Kris's belongings.

"Kris…like Kristi—" Thomas began to say, but Sarina nudged him. Willow flinched, and trying to change the subject, Sarina brought up Charlotte.

"So, who's going to come pick those three up tomorrow?"

"They can taxi," Thomas replied, and Sarina rolled her eyes.

"Why won't James just stay there?" She mumbled. Finally, the taxi came in and we all got in. Willow wouldn't separate herself from Kris, so she, Munro, Amy and Sarina went in a separate taxi than the rest of us. The car ride home was very awkward and silent, until Thomas broke it.

"Willow looks...different."

"It's all of the stress. He died in her arms, you know." Elisabeth chimed in.

"I feel bad for her," Luke said, and I nodded, still in shock that that was Willow.

"I want to stop by AJ's grave." Thomas said, and I agreed. Hearing the words 'AJ's grave' made me shiver. Luke put out his hand, and I held onto it, shaking.

"I don't believe he's dead." I whispered, and the rest of the cab ride was silent…