"Johnny…?"

Johnny looked up from his coffee, at Enrique. The Italian's baby blue eyes were slightly glazed from obvious lack of sleep (though, surprisingly, there were no bags under them).

"Do… do you have any pictures of him?"

"Who?"

"This… Winter guy…"

Johnny nodded and stood, walking into his room, only to reappear a few minutes later with a square piece of paper.

"It's not the best. It's from the CCTV, but luckily, this hotel has colour cameras, not shitty black and white ones." He said, handing the square piece of paper to Enrique.

Enrique stared at the photograph. On it, was Winter, his long, green hair flowing in an unseen breeze. He was speaking to his father, a tall, middle-aged man with short brown hair, wearing casual attire. Winter's clothing consisted of - as Johnny had seen - baggy jeans and a black top, plain black trainers peeking from beneath the hem of his jeans.

Enrique kept silent. Johnny was right… he did look familiar…

"But Mr Dickenson, why won't the Majestics be competing?" Tyson asked.

The Grevelutions were sat at a large table in a conference room with the elderly man. The PPB All Starz and White Tigers were also sat at the oak table, with Judy sitting beside the portly man.

Judy's eyes saddened.

"Mom?" Max asked. "Why won't they?"

They all noticed Hilary and Kenny look down solemnly at the wood.

"Ch-Chief? Hilary?" Tyson asked. "Will someone tell me whhhhyyyyy!"

"Boys… I'm sorry to say that the reason is…" Mr Dickenson's eyes filled with tears and he was unable to continue.

Judy placed a hand on his shoulder. "They won't be playing because… they are a player short."

"Did one quit? Is that what you're all sad about?" Mariah asked.

"I wish it were like that, Mariah-dear." Mr Dickenson managed to say, dabbing his eyes.

"Boys…" Judy murmured. "What… I will say will-"

"Please, Judy, just get on with it!" Rick yawned. "I mean, it's not the end of the world, is it?"

"Not for you, anyway!" Hilary yelled at him. She looked at Judy. "Please Judy, just tell them. Before they stick their feet in their mouths."

Judy nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid that the reason is simple. Oliver… Oliver was killed."

There was absolute silence.

Tyson laughed nervously. "Eh, Judy? Could you say that again? I-I thought you said Oliver was dead."

Judy's eyes filled with tears and she burst out crying, fleeing from the room. Hilary rushed after her to comfort the American woman.

"Mr Dickenson…" Ray began. "H-He isn't… dead… is he?"

"I'm afraid so, Ray." The chairman confirmed. "The Majestics quite simply aren't the Majestics anymore… in fact… I have no record of where they are right now. I can only hope that they are safe…"

The three remaining Majestics walked along the London pavement in silence. The shops were open, the streets were full, yet no one dared bother the three nobles and the reason was well known…

If only one girl knew about it. A tomboyish girl, dressed in baggy cargos, Vans, a blue top and black hoodie, with black fingerless gloves, and a black bandana separating her short brown hair, she could almost be mistaken for a boy - luckily, she was gifted in the chest-department.

When she saw Johnny's hair in the distance, she ground her teeth and her forest green eyes flashed with dislike. "Gotcha. Come on Friday!"

She pulled another girl, who was dressed in a short, white, lace and silk skirt, pink strapless and stilettos. Her blonde hair whipped behind her, her brown frontal bangs getting stuck to her newly applied lip gloss.

"Ah, Chelsea!" She shrieked, equally green eyes wide with shock. "I just applied that!"

"Oh shut up, Friday." Chelsea retorted. "It's payback for what that McGregor did to our brother."

And she marched right up to Johnny. Shelet go of Friday but pushed the Scottish lad back with a heavy shove. Johnny stumbled back slightly.

"What the hell was that for?"

"That was for my brother!" Chelsea yelled. "Don't like being pushed around, do you? But, oh sorry, it was an accident… but you don't seem to believe things accidents."

Johnny glared at the brunette. "I know it was an accident with your brother, girl."

Chelsea glared back, royal purple clashing with brilliant green.

Friday (the blonde girl) stepped beside Chelsea. "Chelse, stop, okay? He gets the point. Now let's go." The brunette did not move. "Chelsea Thomas, get your behind back to the hotel room before you get seven-inch heels stuck there."

Chelsea regarded the blonde, before huffing and storming off. Friday sighed and turned back to the three males.

"Uh, listen, I'm sorry. She gets a little protective of our brother. I know it was an accident, but it's hard getting that through her skull." She giggled. "Um, so sorry, and, uh, bye."

"Wait!" Enrique shouted. Friday turned around. "Listen, er, I think Johnny wants to say sorry face to face with your brother. Do you know where he could be?"

"Well, you could come back to the hotel room and wait for him there…" She suggested.

"That could work." Robert agreed, nudging Johnny discreetly in the chest. "Would your parents mind?"

Friday blushed when Robert spoke to her, but she continued, "Uh, no, they won't. It'll be great to have celebrities in the place, anyway!" She giggled. "But, come on, then."

The Majestics followed the week-named girl, Robert walking beside her with Johnny and Enrique behind.

"'Say sorry to him'? What did you smoke today?" Johnny whispered to Enrique.

"This way we get to meet this Winter-guy, genius." Enrique shot back. 'And sort this thing out once and for all…'

A/N- sorry for the late update.

So, who exactly is Winter? And are these two girls his sisters, as they say?

Next chapter: The 'Thomas' family is extended and the true story is almost unleashed…