Stingray raced back home from his courier shift. The conversation that he had with Sky still lingered in his head. He couldn't understand how things could have got so messed up with Sky, how one thing that Boyd had said had thrown off the strong relationship she had with Dylan. He threw his helmet, and satchel on the ground and slumped onto the sofa exhausted. Soon, Dylan had arrived home too, and paced into the kitchen to grab himself a drink, he seemed to be in good mood, which surprised Stingray at first. "What are you so happy about?" called stingray from the Lounge room. Dylan sighed to himself. "Well things are going great, I mean for once I'm actually doing something with my life, and I've got the girl of my dreams right there with me, yep, things are sweet!" "Not for long" replied Stingray. Stingray swallowed hard, he had realised what he had said. The promise he had made to Sky echoed in his mind. But it was too late, what he had said had already grabbed Dylan's attention, and there was no turning back. "What?" asked Dylan, by this stage he had stormed into the lounge where Stingray was sitting, and stared him straight in the eye. "Forget it, it was nothing." By this stage Dylan was furious and grabbed Stingray by the collar of his shirt, before pushing him into a head lock. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you!" yelled Stingray. Dylan let go his brother, and stared at him bluntly. "It's Sky..." began Stingray.