Demi: OMG OMG OMG OMG -carries on for some time- I'm so fucking sorry! -runs around like a loon- I haven't updated for over a freakin month! So many things have happened! Now I'm going to shut up and let you read…

"Here we are." Friday said as she unlocked the door of room 116 in the Prince Edward Hotel. "Not the best of hotel rooms, but it's all cool."

"You invited them back?" A familiar voice shrieked.

Johnny groaned as someone slid along the wooden floor, red-mahogany hair messed up.

But he faltered when he noticed that the being was blue-eyed (not green) and didn't have… lady lumps.

"Chelsea, shut the hell up!" Friday cried, placing her keys on the table beside the door.

The blue-eyed redhead chuckled in a deep tone. "Girls…"

"Heh, like boys are any better." Chelsea snapped as she entered what looked like the living room.

Friday flicked a blonde strand over her shoulder and turned to look at the three Majestics.

"This freaky girlish-guy is my brother, Radolf." She introduced, slinging an arm around the blue-eyed boy.

"I am not girlish-looking."

"Oh come off it." Friday tutted. "You have long lashes, and slight curves. You also fuss over your hair!"

"Blame her for that!" Radolf protested, jerking his thumb at Chelsea. "But… I guess you want Winter, eh?"

"Yeah. Johnny wants to apologise… or rather, Enrique said he did."

"Pfft, yeah right."

Johnny simply glared at the redhead girl, who childishly stuck her tongue out at him.

"But, er…" Radolf cut in. "I can't let you see him…"

"Why not, Rad?" Friday asked.

"He's ill."

"Oh, not again…" Friday said sadly, hurrying over to a door and walking in slowly and quietly.

Radolf turned back to the Majestics. "He's been getting mega migraines lately. As in, the whole shebang. It's hell cos- oh, hey dad!"

The three Majestics turned to the front door to see a man with short brown hair, slim figure robed in a black suit. His blue eyes blinked a few times.

"Oh, hello boys."

Chelsea made a sound.

"And girl… I'm Martin Thomas."

"Nice to meet you Mr Thomas." Robert said, extending his hand, which Martin shook.

"Ah, I should be saying that to you, my boy." Martin replied with a laugh. He looked at Radolf. "Where's your sister and brother?"

"Winter's ill again."

"Not just ill, dad." The bedroom door had opened again and Friday appeared with a frown.

"What do you mean, Friday?" Chelsea asked.

"He- I don't know… he says… he keeps mentioning things…"

"What things?"

"…Those things."

The family had obviously forgotten about the Majestics; all staring at one another.

"The serum must be wearing off." Mr Thomas said finally.

"Serum? What-mmmmph!"

"Shut up, Enrique!" Johnny hissed.

"We'll leave. You obviously-"

"No, Robert. You… you have to stay. All of you. You have to know…"

"Daddy!" Friday squealed. "They can't know!"

"They have to, Friday." Martin shot back.

"It'll break their hearts even more to know!"

"Their hearts have been broken already to lose him."

"…Is there something we're missing here?" Johnny broke in.

"A lot." Radolf replied solemnly, looking only at his father. "A hell of a lot."

"Boys… if-if you could sit down… please."

The Majestics - after glancing at each other - hesitantly moved over to the couches and sat. Mr Thomas and Radolf sat opposite them, on the same couch as Chelsea. Friday sat in the armchair, not meeting the bladers' eyes - instead, running her manicured fingers through blonde and brown bangs.

Martin sighed. "Boys…" He rubbed his eyes with thumb and forefinger. "How can this be said lightly? Winter is not who he appears to be - not who he believes to be. His mind is foggy…" There was a pause. "He… he's…" He looked at Johnny with saddened eyes, blinking back tears. "Johnny… I can tell you've had an inkling - a strong sense of the truth. That fire was too neat and when you saw Winter…"

Everything clicked into place for them, but no one said a word. When Enrique began to tremble, Johnny wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulder, rubbing his forearm and allowing himself to comfort someone he thought he hated.

Robert swallowed thickly and shut his eyes. "So it is true… Winter is Oliver…" The red eyes were unleashed and they seemed to burn within. The German set his searing gaze right on Martin. "So now it is time for you to explain to me how this happened and why we weren't told."

His tone was so crisp, that even Mr Thomas - a man of thirty-ish - felt his breath catch in his throat.

"The truth is…"

-Grins sadistically- meh, hope you keep with me, guys and gals… cos we've only just started…