"Johnny, is everything alright?" When Laura had last seen her son, he and his friends had left to get dressed after the Tournament. Now he was standing in front of her with red-rimmed eyes, and a look on his face he only got whenever he tried to hide the fact that something had upset him.

He glanced down at his feet. "It's nothing."

She noticed his empty hands. "Where's your trophy?"

Johnny sniffed and walked passed her. "I'm going to bed."

Getting worried, she asked, "Do you have early practice tomorrow?"

He stopped on the way to his room. "No."