Kevin had been told by the doctor that he had been robbed and shot on the head. He had been told that after almost ten hours of surgery, he had lapsed into coma, finally waking up four days later. He had been told he had complete amnesia. He had been told that. Then, the guys had told him about their eight year friendship and how they got together. They had told him about the group and their closeness.

Nevertheless, they had forgotten -- or intentionally decided to forget -- to tell him what had occurred that night.

How do you tell someone you just don't know how it happened? How do you tell someone that going alone at night wasn't Kevin's usual behavior? How could he? How could anyone?

Brian walked towards the bed, taking a seat on the corner, looking at Kevin intensely. "There are..." he swallowed thickly. "There are many things we just don't know about that night."

"What do you mean?"

"We aren't allowed to leave without security." Nick lifted his eyes, which had been immersed in the complexity of the floor's pattern not even seconds ago, meeting Kevin's gaze. He shrugged. "Ever since we got big in Europe, we weren't allow to leave by ourselves. When we're on tour, we've always got security with us."

"That's why that guy slap me upside the head, right?" Kevin was finally putting two and two together. "He said I shouldn't try and leave the hotel alone."

AJ chuckled slightly. "Yeah, that's Anthony for you. He's your bodyguard by the way. And let me tell you he takes his job very seriously."

"All of them do," Howie added. "We never got to tell you the guys' names. You were probably lost back then."

Kevin nodded. "I didn't know who they were."

"Gosh, I'm so sorry," Brian apologized right away. They had completely forgotten. It seemed like it was one thing after another. First the bodyguards and then Ariadne. They, him being family, had to remember to tell Kevin who he was speaking with. That was the last thing he could do. "We didn't--"

Kevin shrugged it off. "It's ok. I just... I'd just like to know their names."

Brian lifted his eyes towards Nick, waiting for the blond to nod. They didn't need to say a word to know what the other was thinking. "During the two weeks we'll show you some pictures of the crew."

"Thanks."

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence, which was broken by Kevin's southern drawl. "What do you know?" Kevin paused, trying to collect his ideas. "You say there are many things about that night you don't know. What do you know?"

AJ pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not much, really." He opened his brown eyes, gazing at Kevin's puzzled face. "Not much at all."

"You were always the strictest of us all," Nick said out of the blue. "Ever since we got together, you were the one who kept us in line. Why wouldn't you? You were twenty one and we were just a bunch of kids. I was twelve for God's sake." Nick paused. He could feel fears burning in back of his eyes and this was not time nor the place to get sentimental. "You felt like you had to take care of us."

"And we let you," Howie filled in. He shrugged. "It was more than easy, let me tell you. I was nineteen, already an adult capable of taking care of myself, but seeing how you were so adamant at being in everything and knowing what was going on around us, I -- we -- just let you."

"You and Ariadne would get together and talk about the schedules," Brian was looking at a thread of the comforter, not being able to face his own cousin. "You two would handle the press. You were the ones who knew what to say. We just... we just went along for the ride. We never really knew what was there to be done besides the same day. You..." He sighed. "You always knew the schedule by heart."

"You were the grown up." Howie's statement was true in more than just one form. "You were the grown up among us. Always were and I think we believed you'd always be."

"You forbid us more than just one thing," Brian chuckled, having seeing that side of Kevin's character since he was one.

"I couldn't party every night," AJ said lowly.

"I couldn't drink until I was eighteen." Nick chuckled as he remembered Kevin's voice telling him to put that beer down. "And after that, no more than two at a time until I reached twenty one."

Howie looked at Kevin. "You always put boundaries."

Brian nodded. "And one of them was no leaving the hotel without security." He snorted. "I remember one time Nick and I sneaked out of our room and towards the restaurant." He chuckled, placing his hand on his mouth. He could feel tears in his eyes. "We wanted candy. There were... there were some fans in the hotel restaurant and they started screaming. We tried our best to calm them down, but it only got worse. And it just had to be our luck that Jeff was around." Brian shook his head incredulity. How long ago had it happened? Four years? Three maybe? "We were grounded for two weeks. You grounded us for two weeks. Neither of us could play Nintendo and even our basket ball was confiscated."

He closed his eyes for a moment. The memory in itself was more than powerful. Every memory recalling his home punishments was held dearly in his mind. Now those memories, the ones with Kevin in them, were even more meaningful.

"Each one of us have sneaked out of our rooms at some points," AJ stated. "We've done it more than once. We've run away from them just so we could have a couple of hours of freedom or solitude. We've done it, Kevin. But..."

"But you always yelled at us about it." Tears were always shinning in Howie's eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, his eyes burning. "You always yelled at us."

"That's probably one of the reasons we don't understand why in the world you'd do that," Nick said, sighing slowly.

"That's what happened?"

AJ nodded at Kevin's question. "That's all we know. We said our goodbyes that night after dinner and each one of us went to our own rooms. We had an interview that next morning, so we turn in earlier than usual. We were woken up around three by two policemen knocking on our doors. They said..." he paused, his face contorting in pain. "They said you had been attacked around midnight. It was a robbery, they said. They never really got to find the man who robbed you. We went to the hospital and it was there that we found out you were in critical condition. You were in coma and four days later you woke up. You know the rest."

The room stayed silent for what seemed like a life time.